The 3rd Kind - Kinda Like A Big Deal lyrics

[Intro: Nero] One more, Rambo Get comfortable real quick, DJ [?] [Verse 1: Nero] I'm kinda like a big deal Starring role in my life, let me show you how the kid feels We can get it on, i'm the youngest veteran Red, black, green, spin the wheel [?] Spot lights get bright as soon as i hit the song Feel the temperature drop soon as my kicks is on Stay still too long and you done lost your head You wanna talk dough? well let's part a bread So progressive, i fought ahead You can sleep on me but i'm still moving [?] But don't go chase a waterfalls homie Cause i'm the lock ness out to slaughter y'all homie Under the welcome mat, i'm so lowkey You know the music but you really don't know me Thats why i O.D, so much pain I'm a man uncontrollable to no such brain Uh, aight, let me show you how i'm living [Verse 2: Capital STEEZ] See i'm more than just a big deal Ladies and gentlemen STEEZ is in the building so freeze if you're irrelevant From a age of pants sagging and [?] comes a rapper Who is it? clapping and skipping backwoods Would skip past it, but just to set the record straight I'm feeling great, and the whole industry is my dinner plate With imposters and beef raps on welfare Trust that i'm not new to this, you dealing with a [?] And me and Jakk became a bit of a problem How we sh**ting on guys for even thinking of trying us And if you need some correction with your [?] Then my boy will happily write you a new prescription Listen, very few can compare to me I am more delirious than i appear to be And i will murder you lyrically or [?] Itching to catch a victim, who willing to test the wizardry Seriously, seriously, wait, you're kidding me? I mean we vets to the game, no injuries [Verse 3: Jakk the Rhymer] Aight y'all, here's a couple eight balls for your nostrils Kicks it like socrates feet for apostles Seed to the sound, spits hot feces Im front page news, y'all bound to the creases Keep ya head down, y'all bowing to the Cesars Catch me accompanying [?] where the trees is Turn fans into fiends, get 'em high on [?] You can say i [?] like [?] The ripper in the smog, finna take his The underground from the basment to the majors Look, they say my style ain't [?] homie I'm flowing like i boiled it, swallow the swag [?] [?] and STEEZY, we open doors with this f**ing raw, yes, we lords in the text They say that, new sound is just new stress But who next? we holding this b**h down like two vets We on to the next, their flows we fathered, i don't get boxed up I drop [?] With knockout hits, yeah we [?] Pardon