Deebo Rules

I don't know if I can handle computations Sick licks come when you get hit quick Motherfucker fat, big, thick Get out quick Catch the first lick Caught him in the lip Don't come up with your fist up If you ain't ready, take a look Bad cards easy Take a lick And make it queasy Stop back when you're fighting with your own one foot Make it right leg in the back Right leg Put it up front Man gon' guess your attack Guess your attack Half the time I'm looking up to find out what's up Can't understand cause I'm always catching up Catching up Most of the time I'm late Late, late, red, red State your purpose State your mission Let me know if you're listening What I'm dishing I hope you're wishing that you never be missing me Like when I come with this brand new free style rap I like that You wanna do it, gotta drop that track Most of the time I'm taking a nap Laying down in the bed In the bed With this cap Everything you need This cap Everybody understood They said they thought it good No one thought it could But it's good Ain't no one for it Nobody ever thought it'd be Catch up to the level Catch up to the level of the other ones Picture this Picture this Imagination strong Make it last long Make it last long In the real world you be gone Most of the time you live alone Live alone Keep it down on the low tone Baritone soft Baritone soft Keep it at a moving pulse Pulse No time to get lost Catch the subjects Double up Get your monocle filled Drop it till you understand how you feel Drop it till you understand how you feel Most of the thoughts inside you can't reveal Got the sex appeal Got the sex appeal Drop that Drop that