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cusax - what's the deal? lyrics

what’s the deal? lyrics
[chorus]
it’s just words in a pattern and they served on a platter
i deserve all my stature, so what’s the matter?
i just learn what is real, i record what you feel
i’m the best in the field, so what’s the deal?
it’s a verse comin’ at ya, and it hurt like a dagger
in the back of you rappers, so what’s the matter?
i’m just givin’ the steel, anyone who can hear it
mouthin’ off to my piers, so what’s the deal?

[verse 1]
know i keep it one hundred, so no retreat from my hunted
b+tch, you keepin’ it fifty like in da club makin’ ruckus
man, what’s makin’ me different? i hear these people on twitter
sound the same as we spitting, i fear these people are bitter
i’m not here to please the people, i am hear to feed my ego
to release my freakin’ cheat codes and to beat you ’til you feeble
medieval with my lyrics like i’m out to burn some witches
’cause all you cookin’ up is just some nothin’ in the kitchen
i had to just say, “f+ck it,” sign ’em—m.c.d. and ph33nom
you mad you cannot touch us, find me leavin’ yeo breathin’
it’s yeo ’till i die, you see though, i mean no lie
i be no al pachino but we know i keep it right (like)
“cusa, alex, whatever, how you keep it together?”
“all this rappin’ for chedder, how do you deal with the pressure?”
i get it’s not for the faint of heart, when i’m rippin’ rappers apart
splittin’ atoms, you cannot fathom what i record, it’s just
[chorus]
it’s just words in a pattern and they served on a platter
i deserve all my stature, so what’s the matter?
i just learn what is real, i record what you feel
i’m the best in the field, so what’s the deal?
it’s a verse comin’ at ya, and it hurt like a dagger
in the back of you rappers, so what’s the matter?
i’m just givin’ the steel, anyone who can hear it
mouthin’ off to my piers, so what’s the deal?

[verse 2]
it’s 10:30 in the mornin’, i walk to the booth recordin’
there’s murder on my mind like thinkin’ of horror stories
i start to lay the vocals, the beat is cut, it’s required
you spit like you delayed and my mic as it smolders fire
i bet you’re growin’ sick of me rapping about you rappin’
what happens? i’m not a pacifist, you ain’t movin’ past a fist
civil conversations always been off the table
we only seek altercation when we’re beat by a label
the operation is fatal, the treatment failed you, pale
you need the f+ckin’ grail just to save you from h+ll now
for good measure, i pull the strap from my pocket
safety off, six shots just to nail the coffin
i’m throwin’ a hook for the steal, know what the f+ck is the deal
invincible, it’s immortal kombat
murder scene, yeah, you know i’m on that
wipin’ clean my list of contacts, writin’ up my list of contracts
i’m not a business man, but i’m a business man
yeo records f+ckin’ vicious, d+mn
[chorus]
it’s just words in a pattern and they served on a platter
i deserve all my stature, so what’s the matter?
i just learn what is real, i record what you feel
i’m the best in the field, so what’s the deal?
it’s a verse comin’ at ya, and it hurt like a dagger
in the back of you rappers, so what’s the matter?
i’m just givin’ the steel, anyone who can hear it
mouthin’ off to my piers, so what’s the deal?

- cusax lyrics

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