Q-Heffna/2Deep

Take it from me/my niggas'll give it to you
You don't wanna fxxx with this shit I'm spittin to you
I'm with those/career criminals/zeros before the decimals
In private/or at festivals/you'll get it like the rest of 'em
So don't try testing/I'll pass/you'll fail miserably
We can't be beat/any attempt is pitiful
You saw two deer/I mean, you made a couple Bucks
Keep it in the trunk/cuz you get robbed every month
You's a punk/bout to be takin off like wet clothes
Heff knows/remember that when your head blows
Hit up from the back/you'll never even see who sent those
Vet Pros/cold like air when your breath shows
You betta get low/this ain't somethin you should fxxx wit
You don't run shit/but your mouth/now your tongue's bit
You bein dumb bitch/I stayed in them streets/like hydrants
getting violent/and you know we do it in silence
That's the time kid/I get on niggas like poison ivy
Don't believe me try me/why you think they wanna sign me
To put a stop to/all your bitch ass nursery rhyming
It's the perfect timing/you fakes are busted like a hymen
I can hear you cryin, "Why he throw us out on Front street?"
Cuz you say you hot/but/you ain't never felt heat
I'm HOT/like the planet Mercury/and all your plots for murkin me
Hotter than the laser docs are using for your surgery
So if you plan on hurtin me/listen with the urgency
I used to see it perfectly/but now their death's a blur to me
I know you heard of me/I'm the shit like sewer pipes
You mistaken if you're thinking that/me and you alike
Naw/you the type/to get your shit left leakin
Ain't no time for preaching/once your bitches start screaming
Ain't no gettin even/the odds of that/are real slim
So consider that/if you wanna come and kill him
(Chorus)
There's nothing that you can take from me/unless you take from me
I'll give you everything you can take for free/until it's all empty
Even if you try and take a knee/you gon' pay me double or I'll let you see
What happens when you try to play me, G/I don't wanna do it so don't make me pls

(Verse 2)
Dudes get blown away/easy/like dead dandelions
and carried on the wind/for they sins and men they tryin
I'm a pro/I never held my gun sideways
The only thing that's horizontal/is how you gon' lay
How you gon' stay/If you choose the gunplay
they'll be playin organs sadly while your ass on display
It's that 2Deep clique/street shit/and we creep wit
rude dudes who/bruise crews with the sweet lips
shots blow/not slow/when you see that heat lift
through anyone snitchin/or leakin secrets
I pled allegiance/to violence/sewed it and reaped it
It's a blessing that I'm not/ locked down/or deceased kid
So I'ma tell your ass one more 'gen' (time "again")/and I mean this
If you try and corner me/you'll leave the scene split
All I wanna do now/is show my lyrical genius
Every single sentence clear/mumble shit I can't agree with
That's why my rhymes shine like diamonds and sequins
Cuz you dudes lack skill/and I'm proving your weakness
You see this/game/ is full of mumble diseases
And they STILL gettin green/like a nigga that's seasick
Got me pissed like the couches in a frat house
fxxx around and I'll pass out/the nigga with the bad mouth
Didn't do/half of what they said/but I have clout
the other half I did/because I had to go the fast route
Nigga I'll hurt you/like an abscessed tooth
and leave you in them streets with a/absent roof
fxxx what you heard/this is the hardest it get
No make-up or fake cuts/for dark affect
Don't thank us/we shank guts/to pause your breath
Get snakes crushed/straight up/robbed homeless
You want my flow/but you know I already own this
fxxx them chicken ass niggas/leave 'em skinless and boneless.

(Chorus)

You got sugar in your tank/you gotta die or beat us
or di-a-betes/dude I'll leak thee/cuz you're a diff-er-ent species
and get left for speaking/out/or against/these G's
If you're looking for a problem/you WILL get/what you're seek-ing
Signed, sealed delivered/cuz I've lived it/and own it/completely
You dimwits are cheesy/listen close and you can hear what I'm showing is true
the one/who's spittin that venom that got you open/is Q
I never had a/Glock in the stash/just a clip in the ash
and a clip in the 4 5th/I light em both to finish your ass
Diminish your past/show you that you're in a miniature class
Then/ your next stop is underneath a doctor's clinical tasks
My elocution causes a lames death by electrocution
It's execution if you feel/ but try and steal/ the verbiage I'm using
I'm encouraging/you dudes who rely on the mumbles and autotunin'
to say something/ANYTHING/without sounding like the others/shit's confusing
Back in the day/those that played that way/were begging for a bruisin'

(chorus)
It's elocution/and it's you dudes without a clue/that I'm abusing
Cats without the talent to make anything but mumble music
I'm provin/that all your simple ass rhymes sound stupid
Next time/aim at yourself/when you wanna get to shootin'
Verse 2
Dudes get blown away/ easily/like dead dandelions
and then carried on the wind/cuz of their sins/and the men that they tryin'
I'm a pro/I never hold my gun side-ways
the only thing that's horizontal is how YOU gon' lay
how you gon' stay/If you choose/the gun play
they'll be playin organs of misfortune/while your body's displayed
It's that 2Deep clique/street shit/and we creep wit
rude dudes/who/bruise crews/with the sweet lips
Those shots blow/and not slow/when you see that heat lift
through anyone/especially if they giving info/and/leaking se-crets
You could try to/walk in my shoes/but do your feet fit?
Do you really wanna/travel my paths/and show your weakness?
I pled allegiance to violence/sewed it/and reaped it
and if I had/kept it going/I'd be locked up/or deceased, kid
So I'ma tell you suckers one more time/and I mean this
If you're threatening/or you corner me/you'll leave the scene split
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Verse3
It's elocution/the practice of effectively speaking in public
and how you guys /elide/over your weak music's the subject
I've had enough it's/time for you up your talent/or your budgets
Cuz there's nothing/worse than unintelligible rap/shit's disgustin'
and I'm trustin'/that with every line that I spit/it's/ your soul I'm crushin'
When we talk about the greats/you'll never be/ in the discussion
I'm FLAMING you/right here/a capella/no assistance/or percussion
with different music in the background/Was it disturbing?/No, it wasn't
What you don't seem to understand/is you're a damn/dime a dozen
and you're bland/in a land/where you've got clones in abundance
My rhyme's HOT/you can hear that I just/got em out the oven
You dudes are weak/I'm unique/and made/from a different substance
I don't WANNA take it to the street/but if that's what you seek/then I'm snuffin'
So please/put your pride to the side/back in the day?/I'd be bustin'
at you/and your crew/and if you involve your family/your cousin
I just wanna be clear/I want you dudes to cease/how your functionin'
I know/you got a contract/but that's a problem when you're mumblin'
Just quit/or make a shift/so you idiots/can stop your bumblin'
I know you're mad/but keep it to yourself/or your jaw I'll be crumblin'
In case you're wonderin'...

I'm not sayin I'm the greatest/but the dead will know why
I'm gonna be the standard of measure that the people go by
Half the time I'm inspired/and the other half/ I don't try
So when I say this shit is real/you should know I won't lie
My CD is HOT/better than some steak and home fries
hotter than/slugs to the dome/when the chrome flies
My fxxxin whole life/I've been waiting for my name/where the throne lies
Set in stone pride/know that everything that grows/ dies
So don't be surprised/when you catch your death of cold/ from these froze rhymes
I used to go spy/and hide in the bushes/ for a doe prize
Cutting fences in the snow/ with like/ 3 or 4 guys
I never wanted much/but now/ I'm working towards the whole pie
Now I'm hopin that my music/is the music/that folks buy
Dudes is so sly/careful/ I got my knife/really close by
Move too suddenly/and it might/ end up in your throat pipe
Man I blow mics/ out the frame/easily/ because my flow's tight
So if you thinkin that this shit is that fire?/then you sho' right
Cell phone's takin flicks/of the kid/in and out of show lights
When I leave/I want it locked/like I worked/ for the po-li
Yo, where's my moolah?/last time I seen you/you was actin too fly
Run me my money/before you get stuck/like when the glue dries
Me?/Dude I'm too nice/thought it was a game/un-til they- drew -nines
Detectives suspected our involvement/but they couldn't prove mine
Now THIS is the level I'm expecting/cuz my lyrics are hard like moonshine

I/got/that//smoke and fire for every dumbass that desires
to get up on the mic/and mumble bullshit through the wire
I can't tell one from the other/you're ALL sounding like you're crying
through the Auto tune/and you're all immune/to the /sickness I inspire
Take the marbles out ya mouth/move the mud/from off of the mic
make me respect the lyrical ability that only a mom could admire
I got that SMOKE/and I know you that you don't want/no parts of it
Flippin the fire lyrics/and lifting spirits/like an exorcist
Bumping beats/but bumpin teeth/ gets you beat/ cuz I'm the best at this
I hate you half ass whores/and to hit you up/I'm never hesitant
You travel in groups/like birds/because you're scary and irrelevant
and cuz you know alone/someone might show up solo at your residence
and yet you dopes still drape your damaged dignity in decadence
You're really docile/so why you muggin for the camera like you settin shit?
I'm bettin this/verse is harder than anything you said, seen, or EVER did
and if you ever/stepped a foot in MY shoes/you'd immediately have to piss!
It is what it is...
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This is that fire/I'm smoking you clowns/and I'm retired
Too bad/you can't borrow talent from anyone/or your writers
So sad/that peeps fall for your fakery and fascade
Wishin that the size of your heart/was the same size of your squad
(verse 2)
I got that fire/and I mean it in any way that you take it
Say shit/from your bony/glass/jaw/and I'll break bits
of teeth from your face/and replace your jaw/with metal braces
So many stitches in your face/that they'll look/like shoe laces
Taste THIS/my lyrics bake shit/like/A-sian wasabi
Caged in/ with some ca-jun/while I'm bla-zin the party
I'm sayin/I'll make you feel/like that fire and ice
My hot temper/ makes me cold-hearted/and I expire your life
You can't even speak/no one understands you/not a peep
if the DID/they'd know you SUCK more than Jamaican teeth
and still/you dudes are cockier that a cop/copping a plea
smiling/while you're lyin to the camera/about/poppin the heat
Dude/everyone can see you're soft through the glitter/shakin like a leaf
and there's little separating you from a fairy and her wings!
You dudes need to quit it/and stick to making beats
It's Heffna/the pro-fess-or/that's crafting lines lit/like kerosene
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Verse 3
You got jokes/but I got that smoke/because I fire
everything I'm holdin/cuz I'm emboldened by you liars
Who's dick you suck/to get to where you at/today
Spittin the gibberish/like it's the realest shit/wearing shower curtains on stage
Wearing out your welcome/with no help from/all the chrome shit in ya face
See through like lace/but I rhyme/at an impeccable pace
Understand me/you underhand the/basics for your fanatical base
You'll never be safe/not while I'm spittin missiles and you still carry a whistle for rape
I'm duckin you fakes/in you press me/I'll be tucking the tape
Naw, I'm jus sayin/to leave ME with no options/is a fxxxin mistake
Like leaving your cape/stuck in the doors/while the train is pullin away
You'll get dragged/if you bitches spit that ridiculous shit in my face
I got that smoke and fire/matter a' fact/that spoken fire
That spoken fire that retires all of these punk ass jokers that you hired!
One last time/for all you posers/I'm posted up with that smoke
Smokin that fire/with the entire crowd while your sire snatches your throat!

(Chorus) I'm that dude that you don't wanna fxxx with/but who are YOU?
I can't stand stupid people or dumb shit/who are YOU?
I been there/done that/sold shit and hit liqs/but who are YOU?
To my crew/I always stay true/loyalty above money/but...
(Verse)
Who are YOU/can you even answer the question
without talkin about your car/or giving your jewelry a mention?
Who are YOU/really/honestly/up in your room
are you that same dude/singing love songs to the broom?
Is it true/and if it is/are you embarrassed and shit
Cuz you brag about emptying clips at dudes who running they lips
but never do/or did/cuz you know you truly a bitch
wit cum on your back/asshole needin a stitch
That isn't Q/I break a niggas face when I swing
Turn my back on him/grab my bitch and keep doing my thing
Approach me with a weapon/and I'll send ya ass to the morgue
and get away from the scene/ before they ever tape/or block it off
You from down south/why you talkin like you thrive in New York?
I'll take you up north/and see if you really walkin the walk
You can't hide it for TOO long/niggas'll find out you's a mark
and pull your card for acting like you got the blackest of hearts.
(Chorus)

Verse 2
Eventually/you're gonna have to man up for YOU
or to stop someone from doin to you whatever they're tryin to do
Is it in YOU/if not/you gonna lay down/and die like a coward
just because/you claiming that grimy shit/like you never took showers
but wouldn't DO/be yourself/if you ain't really that hard
isn't it easier/than getting scarred out on the boulevard
reveal the truth/how do YOU measure/ the content of men
by what he's done/with his hands/and/without a pen
or by how well he crafted the vivid lies/he's livin in?
How you pullin back a slide on a .38/ with a cylinder that spins?
Or popping off 15 when it only holds 10?
Man, let ME begin/it's been awhile since I/put on some Timbs
Or hammered some pins/in the direction of anything with some limbs
To earn a lot of my successes/I used to have to/jimmy a hinge
other times I tried to take it in other manners of sin
I've paid with my skin/money/lost time(s) and a/couple of kin
Don't stifle your grin/if you're really happy/then let it show
Let it glow/until you don't ever wanna lie about it no mo'
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Verse 3
This is the proof/if your heart is really pumping that Kool-Aid
and you've been robbed mad times/cuz dudes know you're afraid
but you still haven't got your shit/or revenge/and never got paid
then stop acting like the next guy that tries/is about to get sprayed
Not by you/I'm sure you might could get some help from your squad
then again/if THEY were bout it in the 1st/ you probably wouldn't've been robbed
of all your loot/see what I mean/it doesn't pay to be a fraud
Or to fxxx with 2Deep/or our peeps/especially Heffna the God
of else you're through/you don't really HAVE to take me at my word
but if I tell you a stove's hot/are you gonna touch it and burn?
You'd be a fool/so please/lemme ask it again/yo, who are YOU
Be a dancer if you want/you wanna sing?/then sing too
Design clothes/write flows/or take your young ass to preschool
Be a sleuth/you'll probably look GOOD/in those police blues
You're not a goon/but why would you wanna be /anyway
What I'm saying is/if you be yourself/you can be and achieve/anything
So why settle for brawls, bangers, bruises and jail bars
That isn't cool/when your ships sail/you'll find your way to the furthest of stars
But do what you do...

(Chorus)
You niggas fxxxed up/the Lord done cursed me
with a lust to be/bloody thirsty
This is what you get/for trying to merc me
Now before you die/you'll beg me for mercy
Mercy NO///Mercy NO///Mercy NO

Oh lord/help me /show em some mer-cy
even though I'm knowin that none of em wor-thy
These niggas fxxxed up/for tryin to merc me
I'm bout to show em exactly/who the worst be
Raise the temp high/ and roast em like turk-ey
All to get em prepped/for lyrical surg-ery
Acid fire lyrics affect you adverse-ly
I get me off my lips be-fore they burn me
Conversely/I make a body turn cold quick
like a cobra/ slick poison /every time I/ throw spit
I make that sick noise and everybody knows/ it
so you need to recognize that people feeling/those hits
I wrote this/hard like boxing with a broke/fist
and I blow shit/that be hot enough to smoke/fish
No joke kid/my words'll burn your mouth like hot soup
Now I got you/quoting my lyrics thinkin you hot/too
(Chorus)

Verse
NO nigga with a cutta sharp like what my tongue utter
anybody/ try to match me/the nigga gon' stutter.
Bust a nigga wide open hoping that his shit is dope when
he knows his mind it weak/but he's having trouble coping
Soaking niggas wet/ stories with/true trajectory
aimed for the brain til there's nothing but re-spect for me/left
you expect for me/to/be the test/or the best
so the next nigga risk his neck/slit is what he get
There's nothing your career can get from me/check/only death
I'm everything you fear/test/holey chests/lonliness
so depressed/that I keep/bringing the drama
you niggas tongue tied/while I'm only/bound by my honor
Begging me for mercy/but you jerks see/more pain
You better curtsy/before your gur-ney/shows stains
I know lames/ain't gon' like this but fightin is no hope
No relent/no quarter/NO mercy/ NOPE

Chorus

The lines that I got/are hotter than the lines I used to have in my snot!
Fish-scale fire verses/keep you herbs away/ and/outta my spot
You could fill churches with the bodies/ of the guys that I've dropped
Their careers are dead now/like they were popped by five cops
I got that fresh shit/theirs is stale/like dry crops
and I'ma keep spittin the flames/like I'm firing/ nine Glocks
You can't fxxx wit me/everyone knows/that I'm tops
and I'ma be in this position until the sun falls/and time stops
When I was locked up/I cooked burgers/ and fried tots
When they were locked down/the got banged up, burgled/and cried LOTS
My nigga Specialist is the only other guy/that rhymes hot
You fxxx with my fam/and you'll land/ face up/in a pine box
and if we have to hide you/then it's head and hands in a lime plot
sliced crotch/when they try to threaten/what I got
See, I see you shaking saying "Why?"/but why NOT
My high props/will never rot/try ME/and you'll die shocked!

If I could say something about myself without adding insult to injury,
it would be that too many times in the past have I played with the fires that hindered me.
Oftentimes I would create the quagmire and remain stuck in it for days,
and even once I freed myself from those muddy chains I'd stay bogged down by my malaise.
Habits that had once served me well, all at once, became my scourge.
Then I'd whip myself relentlessly before complaining about the very agony I'd encouraged.
However fortunate I would be, I would persist with methods that were noxious,
so that even during my purest moments my holey soul became more torn and toxic.
A way I would always find, to tighten those twines, until they were securely fixed.
In spite of how I whined, I never changed those designs, and continued to take those risks.
When queried why I didn't care if I died the answer was simply this:
It was my pride, that was shattered inside and I'd felt hollow ever since.
I used to review my perilous past and hang my head in shame.
Now I know those long nights were necessary to appreciate the beautiful break of day.
The teachings acquired were multiple, but one of the clearest, I'd say
is that you get what you earn, and you'll continue to burn, if you take pleasure in juggling flames.