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[INTRO]
The Deadline
[Verse 1: Guy Harrison]
I got my Chuck T’s on
I’m laced up and faded
And I know that you waited
But I know that you gon grade it A plus
How you gon hate us we the greatest
Never hesitated had the confidence to say it
Yeah the rookie went and took the game and he shook it
Now he chasing paper watch this little nigga book it
Look it, I’m running for that money like I’m streaking
Voice is always in that red cause my voice is steady peaking
Yeah the ink seeping through the composition sheets
All my competition week
How could all these niggas sleep?
Hmm.. well I guess it must be bedtime
They looking for new shit, well I am the headline
Niggas is lame, yeah they spit the same brain dead rhymes
Man they wouldn’t understand if they read mine
They need to stop no red sign
Cause I don’t use ink
Muhfucka I bled mine this is the deadline
[HOOK]
I said muhfucka I bled mine this is the deadline
[Verse 2: Guy Harrison]
What’s that? the tape is a must have?
I’m just tryna grow like the hairs up on my mustache
Yeah I want that cheese like the Pizza Hut crust has
Throw em threw a rough patch
But the gentlemen does it with much class
Scrape the skies, escape the lies
The problem is they can’t even look me straight in the eyes
Cause when I take the mic
I deflate they pride
One step closer to greatness
I take my strides
I’m telling you it feels great to fly
Wings spread wide
Desire pulling all nighters got my head fried
Hit the alarm clock sitting on my bed side
8 In the morning
Slowly rubbing my red eyes
Class in a half hour skip the shower
Out the door grinding all 24 like Jack Bauer
I got a long trip ahead of me
I heard them haters talk
But I don’t care what they said to me
Let it be
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