Styles P - (bonus track) so deep lyrics

Exhale and ventilate If you can't build and destroy then you renovate Thoughts that innovate, blinding on the interstate Back with the Devil when me and d**h had a dinner date Yeah, Im a cynic but I dont know how the venom taste Snake ain't I me, wolf is Chip on my shoulder, another one where the tooth is If Im in the building then Im probably where the roof is Wonder it the angels music is acoustic Cause mine is electric The depth of my soul can't be measure by the metric Raised where its hectic, black magic And the flow is majestic Magician on the tarot card Ask myself can I disappear from Babylon Been this and that, I could breathe in a storm Make the mannequins rap, what up Its like I make n***as shiver and think Im so deep that if water tried to listen then the rivers would sink Its like I make n***as shiver and think Im so deep that if water tried to listen then the rivers would sink All my n***as going to war Imma go first, ask the guy where should I look Im on a soul search, can't cross the bridge unless I pay the toll first Can't make the point unless I squatter gold first Pull that sour kush, I dont roll dirt n***as will clap but you gotta give em a show first n***as is acting, improve your improv The ride ain't pretty cause the life ain't no rickshaw You gonna break down, the down breaks Standing on shaky ground, know you make it, the ground shake n***as will merk you for a pound cake And then cry about it, down sake Till I blow ain't a n***a in the town safe Outside pitching until the motherf**ing mountain break Dont you ever cop no ground weight Lean on the white work, n***a, thats life work Its like I make n***as shiver and think Im so deep that if water tried to listen then the rivers would sink Its like I make n***as shiver and think Im so deep that if water tried to listen then the rivers would sink In here for the insight, flow Gs, probably an OZ in my windpipes Cloud of smoke on my frontal lobe Told my n***as my vision is still tunnel, though I could see the light at the end I wonder why you know its a mic at the end In the audience still, I dream an end, tryna make about 40 a year Its like I make n***as shiver and think Im so deep that if water tried to listen then the rivers would sink Its like I make n***as shiver and think Im so deep that if water tried to listen then the rivers would sink