Deero

Song: Deero

Album: Run With It

Artist: G8

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released October 26, 2006

ref: http://g8band.bandcamp.com/track/deero

The coldest emcees know this 

And keep their distance like ragin' homophobics

Rhymin' mindless babble and chatter like a spokesman

All freestyles and threats, but no notebook

These cats talk with the same likeness

As kids who hate on a style then turn around and bite it

Tryin' to tell me that my walk is misguided

And the battle that I'm battlin' isn't worth it to fight

Nowadays you're either in or out, up or down

Black or white, there ain't no in between

I been called a lost-cause-waste-of-good fire

Not worth tryin', openin', or headlinin'

So, I drop silence on top of whinin' while I'm rhymin'

Hit the track and start a riot. Shit talk, I wouldn't try it.

I slap titans, crap lightin', and flatten tires

Chew broken glass and spit it back in your iris

Spin the darkest charcoal into diamond

And still keep it black, like the Starr, Brooklyn's finest

Yes, 

Rollin' off my lips like a goodbye kiss

In the midst of your roses and bullets, I'm dodgin' both

Headed to the nearest open mic with my mouth closed

I like to keep an observant ear to the loud prose

Different viewpoints and opinions speakin' out those

Minds ya use half the time when ya shout poems

But every now and then I get doubtful

Down and out 'cos they do it for the clout, so

Predictable when your ego's hangin' out- uh

Zip- zip it up, I make the cut

Like your dad's Norelco when he hits a bump

Don't front, just take it back to the outro

Do-se-do to the beginnin' keep it down low

Observe the eminent ones rockin' it out cold

Shake ya foundation, front lawn, and your household