Big Deal - Reef The Lost Cauze

Yo, I punch niggas in the face for livin', disgrace the system

Counterparts wilin' 'til we state prison

Used to tape Prism for videos of hockey games

Spittin' in the mirror, no lie, I used to copy Kane

This not be game, this is real life

Spittin' since '89 motherfucker, I’m still nice

Yellow pad, black pen, I still write

I always said y’all couldn’t make albums, I’m still right

I’m live action, you movin' still like

Quick as a cat kill mice I crush steel mics

That makes me Superman homie

So I murder you, you, you and your stupid ass homie

Line 'em up

Anyone who want to see the man

Don’t slap me five, I’ll fuck around and eat your hand

I’m gon' ruin your life, you’re gon' give me a hand

I don’t even rhyme I just came here to see the band

How ya feel about it?

How ya feel about it?

How ya feel about it?

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I’ve been nice since I was on a big wheel

I’m Reef The Lost Cauze, I’m kind of a big deal

Spit straight from the heart, you know this shit’s real

So what you rhyme homie, big deal

How ya feel about it?

How ya feel about it?

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I get trapped in between the lines

Just cause I rap don’t mean you won’t get clapped between the eyes

You think you nice, I’m actually surprised

You a tranny understand me, not naturally a guy

I got the trashiest mind and get nasty as swine

Koch is the label of what they asked me to sign

I want the fuckin' paper

You sharp as some scissors they used to use to cut construction paper

Since kindergarten

I’ve been retarded

Literally

Look at this shit you started!

Damn that was wrong of me

Motherfuckers can not name one wack song from me

And if they can’t they don’t know good music

It ain’t real to me unless the hood approves it

So keep a quiet tongue, before I fire guns

Like blaaow!

How ya feel about it?

How ya feel about it?

How ya feel about it?

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I’ve been nice since I was on a big wheel

I’m Reef The Lost Cauze, I’m sort of a big deal

Spit straight from the heart, you know this shit’s real

So what you rhyme homie, big deal

How ya feel about it?

How ya feel about it?

How ya feel about it?

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Try to spar with me your mind will melt

They used to praise Jesus and whip slaves

That’s why they call they self the Bible Belt

I started my own label, just to sign myself

I’m always sayin' I’m the illest just to remind myself

He’s major cake, three layers

You just a motherfuckin' fall guy, Lee Majors

I was the kid in the class who would always eat paper

I spit darts, you a big prick, cheap razor

I’m the illest in the game, the east savior

Any rhyme bout, no doubt, Sharif favored

And if not, you better check those odds

I be right at your door, you better check those logs

No new tricks, I don’t respect those dogs

I pull up pipes on you, like we 'bout to check for clogs

If we can’t make payroll

We stickin' up white boys at St. Joe’s, let’s go Hawks!

How ya feel about it?

How ya feel about it?

How ya feel about it?

How ya feel about it?

I’ve been nice since I was on a big wheel

I’m Reef The Lost Cauze, I’m sort of a big deal

Spit straight from the heart, you know this shit’s real

So what you rhyme homie, big deal

How ya feel about it?

How ya feel about it?

How ya feel about it?

How ya feel about it?