[Verse 1: C-Mob]
1982 was when this man was born
I grew up on Nickelodeon and scrambled porn
I've been so broke that all I've ate was cans of corn
And I've learned I can be an angel and still brandish horns
I got an ill psyche (Psyche)
My come up is real likely
My talent's made people bitter and some of 'em still might be
But fuck the way they feel don't care if they will fight me
Like I walked into a Trump rally yelling out "kill whitey" (Whitey)
Although this life has made me mentally gone
I've absorbed all its blows and my energy's grown
Other rappers try to bite me but I'll never be cloned
Fuck a diamond in the rough I'm an infinity stone
Put me on a track with those like me so we can snap
The haters want me collapsed and try to give me the axe
They're plotting out sneak attacks
It's always the weakest cats trying to step but they're out of their depth, how deep is that?
I get deep (Deep)
Deeper than a bottomless pit, deeper than Killmonger's character or Oliver Twist
Deeper than crowds in the streets cause they gotta resist
That's deeper than rap, regardless I still gotta be Chris
Rappers pose with their cash and clothes it's nothing new to see
But tell me what the fuck do you do for your community?
Taking pics, you and your clique I get that
Off the rip but you cannot forget to give back
Click clack bang we're not the same, I spit heat
Try to battle you'll be without a paddle up Schitt's Creek pipsqueak
You'll be blue in the face like Mystique
Get deep, the extent of yo depth is six feet
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