Natural Resource - Bum Deal lyrics

[Intro - Ocean] We bring it down on the two ‘cause we're not the ones No, we're not the ones We bring it down on the two ‘cause we're not the ones We're not the ones, yo, we're not the ones [Verse 1 – What? What?] I. Drop. My. Style like this Twist, shape shift, bum deals get diss My flow's been blessed, chopping up at the breath Expand thoughts, chest retract, inhale the cess Digression—best defense emcees kept possession Southeast to northwest, contest to submission I flex, release, tense muscles and cease Stole the master key to free 'em from the industry leash I got a, full mind, [pack, stop?] with lethal weapons Breaking down, cruising seconds while the hardcore beckons But I, stay focused even though triggers attempt Even though n***as are bent, so quick to represent Real emcees, we broke, Moet don't wet my throat I keep a double-edged sword, no one to mute the remote You need to keep your mouth shut, talking jaja on wax And no doubt, we'll see what happens with the company tax You know you gotta recoup, keeping your n***as with loot And gambling with your soul, rocks is your papers they shoot You're tampering with the art, and you're position's just temp I got the full-time job from bum deals in zest [Hook – Ocean] We bring it down on the two ‘cause we're not the ones She's not your daughter, and I'm not your son So why you tryna play us like we're dumb? These deal is for bums [Verse 2 – Ocean] From the cradle to the grave, elementary to the penitentiary The Black man's been getting the bum deal of the century Now you want to get with the rap techniques you used to diss I see you in these Coca-Cola commercials, and it's really making me pissed But I gotta give my [hair?], do and get my boots Two, in come more through. True, and get my loot too But you gotta remember from which this household started And these labels are trying to gas you up like someone farted I come more strong-hearted, than Lionel [?] is my father and What? What? is [?] So we had no choice but to be good guys with appeal And don't got no time for nobody's whack record deal I feel we should make one buck out of every album that we sell If we did, you don't think that I'd know you'd make twelve? What the hell? I got a job, she's got a job, he's got a job, we're all in school So why is it that you're trying to play us for fools? ‘Cause most sh** stinks like bird stool, can't hack it And I don't want to be playin' like white sh** up on my jacket Your tax bracket sees you green, while all these emcees see is teal What are we, a**holes? You can keep your bum deal [Hook x2 – Ocean] We bring it down on the two ‘cause we're not the ones She's not your daughter, and I'm not your son So why you tryna play us like we're dumb? These deal is for bums [Bridge – Ocean] I'm surrounded by: bums Crowded by: bums Your style is like: bums Bums [Verse 3 – What? What?] I need no bum deal for my bung-hole You sold your soul—now they're in control Jerked your body like a marionette Took your pens and your pads and replaced them with texts No say in the game, rappers sounding the same I'm sick of Versace, Chanel, and Gucci, drinking champagne Love's gonna getcha, I betcha, double dare you Physical challenge, your player sh** is losing balance Get off the job, talk—your whole aura is weak My black people either got to be Italian or Greek Need to step off the scene, contracts and wicked seals, for real Keep your whack-a** f**ing bum deal [Hook x2 – Ocean] We bring it down on the two ‘cause we're not the ones She's not your daughter, and I'm not your son So why you tryna play us like we're dumb? These deal is for bums