Deep into the Text

“Go ‘head, man” (x4)

“Now I’ma get deep like Jacques Cousteau”

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”

Yo, it’s Ran Reed

Y’all **** 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 **** know (You know)

Plus I practice what I preach (Preach), take your shit to levels that them

Star Trek **** 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”

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 **** 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, ****

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

“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”

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 ****’s skin like a splinter (What?!?)

Shine like a chrome nine ‘cause we’re Nickel-Plated (Plated)

We’re undefeated, you underrated. **** hate it

‘Cause we made it. The rap industry’s about to get

Invaded (What the fuck?!? (What the fuck?)). Some **** 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”

Nick Wiz: One time

Ran Reed: Ran Reed. Word up. Y’all **** know

Nick Wiz: Back for the kill

Ran Reed: Word. We’re coming for you, know’m saying? My motherfucking **** Lord AGB on my side. Big up to my motherfucking **** Math. I can’t forget you, ****

Nick Wiz: Wack-ass A&Rs

Ran Reed: Word, blowing up. All my ****. Paterson, Passaic

Nick Wiz: On the map

Ran Reed: My **** D.A., Big Nate

Nick Wiz: Ran Reed

Ran Reed: Word up. Yeah

Nick Wiz: Capital style, baby

Ran Reed: My **** Sin, motherfucking Damon. Yo!

Nick Wiz: Nickel Plates

Ran Reed: We got some shit for ****. 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