Boycott - Deep lyrics

[NOM verse 1] Okay I'm feeling never better, smiling in whatever weather Break a cigarella, sour deisel to the cerebellum take me to the never never My flow is higher, had to set my goals higher than gold wires in vogue tires I do it for everybody trying to live and learn Those who've lived less years than their given term Even when that heavy table that you sit at turns Living hurts but I hope you never get your vision blurred I give em twelve bars, they geeking off the first 8 Music from the soul it was with me at my birth place So I start to feel a beat when it first plays Lines in my mind inner twine like a first date I'm out here rapping for a people and cause It's deeper than bars, I'm trying to even the odds And so I'm out here on a ladder trying to reach for the stars And hit these people something deeper than scars Yooooo [Boycott verse 2] Listening to Low Light we just living that low life Preaching to my girl while she's sitting doing her toes like It dont matter what you do it only matters what you know, right? It's funny when you're new, they treat you like you have no rights Broke down Mercury coming down the avenue n***a with an attitude, tell me what do I have to lose Besides my dignity my enemies and tacky shoes These girls wanna be hoes, well go ahead I ain't mad at you City on my back I got my heart on my sleeve They put the world on my shoulders I almost fall to my knees Inhale Smoke in my lungs a n***a can hardly breathe And money all on my mind, too bad it's not in my reach, damn I'm looking in the mirror like it couldn't be I'm turning into what I swore I wouldn't be Becoming bitter with the ones I know I shouldn't be They say they know what's up, it seems they only hold me up [NOM verse 3] The gargantuan anakin to a mannequin I'm flowing like I should have coined the phrase rhyme rambling I'm time channeling, through the golden times quoting rhymes Poking dimes like a n***a did it in the older times I slay a team of rappers with a book of matches I'm cussin' and actin ratchet while waving a heavy hatchet New school voted favorite guy to get high with Ferris Bueller I cut cla** to do fly sh** Red bone, five six, high heels, white hips Save a hoe side kicks, cuffin all my side chicks Damn, still under viewed, that's undebated Ever since the underoos used to being underrated But I was winning even back in my humble beginning I was born pure, guess I just had a hunger for sinning But as of lately I rediscovered my mission I figured i had a vision and followed my intuition Been levitating meditating writing like a mad man Out metaphorically giving rappers the back hand These just the trials of the black man Headed towards the promised land, rapping in the bad lands