Black Thought - Get This Low lyrics

[Hook: samples] "I'ma get deep like Jacques Cousteau" "Jacques Cousteau could never get this low, ahh" - ODB (3X) "And I'mma get mad deep like a threat!" [Verse 1 - Black Thought] No where to go when I be flowing, try to flow and then before Back in the day when I was cool, I couldn't afford to be a guru On ya case like your lawyer, think you run, you mistaken Put all records to the side, and it's ya face I'm f**in' breaking Awaken and await, and changin' shape like amoebas I'm rollin' with stolen Tim, get slapped, match with adidas We just wreckin', what the f** was you expectin' from a minor Put a bullet through ya chest, and see who next in line behind ya Straight up and down, ya'll have a sermon and blew it I have n***as wildin', as if they smoked' a gallon of embalmin' fluid Grilling, want to be flipped like some shrimp on the barbie I do my dirt up in Philly, chill in the hills of Upper Darby n***as that's rolling through my hood like a trooper Comin' in with this other p**y, I smoke ya then reduce ya Crucify ya, I f**ed Elvira, now I'mma f**in' shoot ya My bone is hard as stone, cause I got bl**job from Medusa [Hook] [Verse 2] The beat addict, I'm crushin' MC's who cause static Pen hits the pad, I touch stars in the attic The dopest that wrote this, when s**as provoke this Now it's the time for perpetrators to quote this Rhyme that I wrote for heads to get loose to I blow up spots like snots in a tissue I dissed you, dismissed you, but s**as persist to Bite my flow, so now you know -- That when I rip up a set, I get mad deep Don't sleep, or you and ya whole crew can get beat As I'm waxin', taxin', a dope reaction b**hes who front, get reduced like fractions So ya motherf**ers flex to vex, who's next in line To recline, and steal my rhyme for check Now the man ya facin', ya rhymes I'm erasin' If you trip or get slick, I convict like Perry Mason [Hook 2X] [Verse 3 - Jus Allah] Meet ya makers, ya fakers and imitators I'm greater because I do my best work on paper Mad raps, raps the disaster from the masters Snatchin' up rappers, and takin' out actors MC's can test, skippin' yet, don't pa** the limit You finished, so save the Die Hard image for Bruce Willis Ya raps are a joke, but I put dope from start Transform with the art, rippin' ya f**in' mics apart This is the rawest of words you've ever heard My rap style superb, kicking nerds to the curb It can't compete with the man when I freak it The crew will get beat quick, so stay in ya seat b**h Rhymes I wreck or perfect, and correct lyrically Too complex, fo' ya punks to step Yo, I be rhymin' hits whenever it's time to flip quick A writer's block non-stop, and I'mma get -- [Hook]