Song Description

Listening to ?Deeper? is like riding 85 miles per hour with a lyrical Jack Johnson as he transports women of ill repute across state lines with the pigs in full pursuit.

Lyrics

Deeper
Lyrics by Sub-Zero Degrees
Produced by DJ Chaz

{First Verse - 16 Bars}
Don?t you sometimes wish you could just shoot a cop/ Boy you threatening to rain but I don?t feel a drop
Their failure to find any paraphernalia/ Make ?em really wish he could lock ya up and jail ya

But turn stool pigeon, start singing like Mahalia/ Then Sub Zero got to fuck ya up and nail
Work with the poe-poe if you want/ and I?m put that four four to your fronts

See they mad ?cause they white with little pig dicks/ Why you think they beat us with them big black sticks
But keep on fuckin? with us ?cause sooner or later/ We gone start something up like a fuckin? alternator

?Cause all cops do is agitate and hate/ When they see a black man they see a future inmate
But yall won?t win ?cause our gats are bigger/ I?m from Rochester, New York where niggas is niggas

{Chorus}
Deeper and Deeper/ When I pull the heat I co-put ?em to sleep
I?m going... Deeper and Deeper/ Yeah my jimmy run deep put her ass to sleep
I?m going... Deeper and Deeper/ Man you sellin? wolf tickets but you Little Bo Peep
Deeper and Deeper/ Sub Zero put motherfuckas 12 feet deep

{Second Verse - 16 Bars}
Yo life is hard when pops ain?t around/ The nigga split town before the ultrasound
Now I?m hell bound and I?m hell bent/ My enemies and opponents they swear I?m hell sent

Maybe so but I?m addicted to the block/ Like nymphomaniacs addicted to cock
I put beeyatch in a figure four leg lock/ And in return she put my dick in a headlock out of wedlock

I VS OP, VSOP till I drop/ pop shots in the middle of your head like cyclops
I work the block like a sweatshop/ Get me in the kitchen with cocaine and nigga I?m a warlock

Pappa Smurf ain?t got shit on me/ The monkey suit it never fit on me
Not to brag or to boast but fuck Zero?s the bravest/ I?m just making the most out of what the white man gave us
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{Third Verse - 16 Bars}
I?m getting older now, I got a couple of shorties/ I don?t want to be forty on the block still drinkin? 40's
The block and hip-hop it raised me from a scrub/ The Sub burn a muthafucka like Beelzebub

But my mind gotta elevate, my thinking gotta shift/ And realize God gave this music as a gift
Hip-Hop is life, not just ice and whips/ Still mad ?cause my great grand daddy got whipped.

For grabbin? a house nigga and choking him out/ You rappin? house niggas - we smokin? you out
?Cause the culture is bigger than any one group/ ?When I?m finished with you boy, you?ll be suckin? on soup?

450 years of oppression and tears/ when I knock this devil out I wanna hear yall cheer
I pump my black fist to watch ?em turn purple/ In hip-hop circles I?m a fuckin? crop circle! Going...

{Chorus}