Prince Tae - Deep End lyrics

Talking: Mic check one, two. How we do, follow... Verse: Swallowing hard truths, chasing with faults// when good intensions never wielding results// hmm what a bitter mixture// imperfections overflowing needing for bigger pitchers// sip up half full or empty, how you filling yo cup?// filtered feelings get tricky when the real is trickling from the faucet// applying pressure with plyers hope I ain't lost it// get a grip 'fore its too late and I'm flooded with hate// let the pain drain from my brain so it can sink and I can think straight// capture the vision 'fore it go blank// hard to paint with conviction with conflictions coexisting within yo think tank// let me burry them, master the motions of my aquarium// only natural space in a place like a terrarium// damn that's deep as megaphones blowing baritones// heavy as baring a ton if you can carry them// cuz while these rap guys is broadcasting their lies this revolution ain't been televised// so f** it I'm airing them// no comparing them peep the fear in their eyes already scaring them// sonning n***as ain't even shining yet I'm just flaring them// cooking sustenance for your soul come grab a plate of this// hard to deliver substance when your catering to cadences// cuz unless you jackin' or borrowing flows from their favorites// n***as won't even play your sh** its craziness// chalk it up to laziness// can't expect feeble minds to relate to this// just, don't question my presence its clear that I was made for this// wrapping up a strong year, how far I came along here// hella comfortable in my zone, I need a long chair// still its something wrong here// half of yall don't belong here// escort these n***as off of the stage// get 'em a gong here// aw yea its officially our year// offhandedly offing all these off brand n***as when I get on here//so ring the alarm, tell flex to drop a bomb here// fire squad with a repertoire that's mean as Sadam's here// or James Bond with the golden arm so tell them n***as keep calm// blickin' off any Bic that I grip on// Mr. Dillinger ever so diligent with that quick draw// ballpoint stickin' n***as with writtens get your sh** torn Bridge: Fish to a fin, Michael Phelps with the pen// sink or swim, can't stroke then keep your a** out this deep end// at it again// young n***as trying to win// giving glimpses of genius with the writtens let you peak in