Deep Into The Text

Lyrics

[Intro: Sample and Ran Reed] [Sample] "Go 'head, man" (x4) "Now I'ma get deep like Jacques Cousteau" [Ran Reed] Another Ran Reed classic. Uh! [Chorus: Samples with Additional Vocals by Nick Wiz] (x2) "So let's get deep, deep into the text" "Now I'ma get deep like Jacques Cousteau" [Verse 1: Ran Reed and (Nick Wiz)] Yo, it's Ran Reed Y'all niggas know me. Making hits is my profession You stressing 'cause I'm about to cave your chest in. Mental lesson Hit you with some shit you least expect (Uh huh) Perfect (What's up?) is the adjective that I select when describing The Ran Reed flow. Y'all niggas know (You know) Plus I practice what I preach (Preach), take your shit to levels that them Star Trek niggas can't reach, I'm on some next shit Perfect shit. Your bony ass anorexic Fronting like you don't respect shit, you need to stop (Stop) 'Cause, now, dime-a-dozen emcees is getting dropped by my One-two punch. Now he out for lunch, dinner And breakfast, dreaming about some Lexus that He'll never get 'cause he's wack as shit Physically and mentally, you ain't packing shit (Uh!). You're just An actor. Time to subtract ya, leave your headpiece With the fucking skull fracture. You gots no worth Now it's time to wipe the smirk off your face (Face) Your whole damn tape was a waste (Wack). Now who's the winner Of this race? (Yeah) I got 'em beat by a landslide (Landslide) Run all you want, but you can't hide. It's Ran Reed [Chorus: Samples with Additional Vocals by Nick Wiz] (x4) "So let's get deep, deep into the text" "Now I'ma get deep like Jacques Cousteau" [Verse 2: Ran Reed and (Nick Wiz)] Yo Danger, danger like the RZA (RZA), I slice rappers Like a scissor. Now brace yourselves 'cause this is a Explosion. My mind runs deeper than the ocean That's why I can't fuck with A&Rs that be fronting on Promotion. Me getting jerked'll never happen Nick supplies the beats, Ran Reed supplies the rapping (Rapping) Now once you put the two together (Uh huh), it be definitely Magic, beat a nigga brain something tragic (Hey, hey) You can't handle what we giving out (What we giving out) When will you understand it's just a fantasy you living out? (You living out) Never can you be the man that I am Mr. Reed never ran, so if you wanna jam, nigga We can jam (Let's get down). I guarantee I'll make you forfeit The stage ain't big enough for the two of us—get off it Face the facts: you lost it. Trying to bump heads with This stranger? It's pure danger [Chorus: Samples with Additional Vocals by Nick Wiz] "So let's get deep, deep into the text" "Now I'ma get deep like Jacques Cousteau" "So let's get deep, deep into the text" "Now I'ma get deep like Jacques Cousteau" "So let's get deep, deep into the text" "Now I'ma get deep like Jacques Cousteau" "So let's get deep, deep into the text" "Now I'ma get deep" [Verse 3: Ran Reed and (Nick Wiz)] Now I release steam with my team from my thoughts (Thoughts) Lyrics hot enough to make you wanna wear shorts In the winter. Make room for the new rap style Inventor. Dig in nigga's skin like a splinter (What?!?) Shine like a chrome nine 'cause we're Nickel-Plated (Plated) We're undefeated, you underrated. Niggas hate it 'Cause we made it. The rap industry's about to get Invaded (What the fuck?!? (What the fuck?)). Some niggas really thought we faded (Hey) But there will be no fading (Uh huh) 'cause like Busty Rhymes was stating (Watch out) I disappear than reappear just like Raiden (Whoo!) Now this shit was made in the basement, genuine Funk for your trunk. Clear the lane—I'm 'bout to slam Dunk on you, punk. Like a blunt, I smoke 'em Mentally provoke 'em, grab their brains and soak 'em Give 'em just a dose of what they wish they had, but they Can't come close. Touch a mic in my mental Style, get roped [Chorus: Samples with Additional Vocals by Nick Wiz] (x4) "So let's get deep, deep into the text" "Now I'ma get deep like Jacques Cousteau" [Outro: Nick Wiz and Ran Reed] Nick Wiz: One time Ran Reed: Ran Reed. Word up. Y'all niggas know Nick Wiz: Back for the kill Ran Reed: Word. We're coming for you, know'm saying? My motherfucking nigga Lord AGB on my side. Big up to my motherfucking nigga Math. I can't forget you, nigga Nick Wiz: Wack-ass A&Rs Ran Reed: Word, blowing up. All my niggas. Paterson, Passaic Nick Wiz: On the map Ran Reed: My nigga D.A., Big Nate Nick Wiz: Ran Reed Ran Reed: Word up. Yeah Nick Wiz: Capital style, baby Ran Reed: My nigga Sin, motherfucking Damon. Yo! Nick Wiz: Nickel Plates Ran Reed: We got some shit for niggas. My man… word Nick Wiz: AGB Ran Reed: Hahahaha. Shabaam Sahdeeq Nick Wiz: You know the rest Ran Reed: Word Nick Wiz: Drew Boogie Ran Reed: Nickel Plated Productions Nick Wiz: We're out