Deep Into The Text

[Intro: Sample and Ran Reed]
[Sample]
“Go ‘head, man” (x4)
“Now I’ma get deep like Jacques Cousteau”
[Ran Reed]
Another Ran Reed classic. Uh!

[Chorus: Samples with Additional Vocals by Nick Wiz] (x2)
“So let’s get deep, deep into the text”
“Now I’ma get deep like Jacques Cousteau”

[Verse 1: Ran Reed and (Nick Wiz)]
Yo, it’s Ran Reed
Y’all niggas know me. Making hits is my profession
You stressing ‘cause I’m about to cave your chest in. Mental lesson
Hit you with some shit you least expect (Uh huh)
Perfect (What’s up?) is the adjective that I select when describing
The Ran Reed flow. Y’all niggas know (You know)
Plus I practice what I preach (Preach), take your shit to levels that them
Star Trek niggas can’t reach, I’m on some next shit
Perfect shit. Your bony ass anorexic
Fronting like you don’t respect shit, you need to stop (Stop)
‘Cause, now, dime-a-dozen emcees is getting dropped by my
One-two punch. Now he out for lunch, dinner
And breakfast, dreaming about some Lexus that
He’ll never get ‘cause he’s wack as shit
Physically and mentally, you ain’t packing shit (Uh!). You’re just
An actor. Time to subtract ya, leave your headpiece
With the fucking skull fracture. You gots no worth
Now it’s time to wipe the smirk off your face (Face)
Your whole damn tape was a waste (Wack). Now who’s the winner
Of this race? (Yeah) I got ‘em beat by a landslide
(Landslide) Run all you want, but you can’t hide. It’s Ran Reed

[Chorus: Samples with Additional Vocals by Nick Wiz] (x4)
“So let’s get deep, deep into the text”
“Now I’ma get deep like Jacques Cousteau”

[Verse 2: Ran Reed and (Nick Wiz)]
Yo
Danger, danger like the RZA (RZA), I slice rappers
Like a scissor. Now brace yourselves ‘cause this is a
Explosion. My mind runs deeper than the ocean
That’s why I can’t fuck with A&Rs that be fronting on
Promotion. Me getting jerked’ll never happen
Nick supplies the beats, Ran Reed supplies the rapping (Rapping)
Now once you put the two together (Uh huh), it be definitely
Magic, beat a nigga brain something tragic (Hey, hey)
You can’t handle what we giving out (What we giving out)
When will you understand it’s just a fantasy you living out?
(You living out) Never can you be the man that I am
Mr. Reed never ran, so if you wanna jam, nigga
We can jam (Let’s get down). I guarantee I’ll make you forfeit
The stage ain’t big enough for the two of us—get off it
Face the facts: you lost it. Trying to bump heads with
This stranger? It’s pure danger

[Chorus: Samples with Additional Vocals by Nick Wiz]
“So let’s get deep, deep into the text”
“Now I’ma get deep like Jacques Cousteau”
“So let’s get deep, deep into the text”
“Now I’ma get deep like Jacques Cousteau”
“So let’s get deep, deep into the text”
“Now I’ma get deep like Jacques Cousteau”
“So let’s get deep, deep into the text”
“Now I’ma get deep”

[Verse 3: Ran Reed and (Nick Wiz)]
Now I release steam with my team from my thoughts (Thoughts)
Lyrics hot enough to make you wanna wear shorts
In the winter. Make room for the new rap style
Inventor. Dig in nigga’s skin like a splinter (What?!?)
Shine like a chrome nine ‘cause we’re Nickel-Plated (Plated)
We’re undefeated, you underrated. Niggas hate it
‘Cause we made it. The rap industry’s about to get
Invaded (What the fuck?!? (What the fuck?)). Some niggas really thought we faded (Hey)
But there will be no fading (Uh huh) ‘cause like Busty Rhymes was stating (Watch out)
I disappear than reappear just like Raiden (Whoo!)
Now this shit was made in the basement, genuine
Funk for your trunk. Clear the lane—I’m ‘bout to slam
Dunk on you, punk. Like a blunt, I smoke ‘em
Mentally provoke ‘em, grab their brains and soak ‘em
Give ‘em just a dose of what they wish they had, but they
Can’t come close. Touch a mic in my mental
Style, get roped

[Chorus: Samples with Additional Vocals by Nick Wiz] (x4)
“So let’s get deep, deep into the text”
“Now I’ma get deep like Jacques Cousteau”

[Outro: Nick Wiz and Ran Reed]
Nick Wiz: One time
Ran Reed: Ran Reed. Word up. Y’all niggas know
Nick Wiz: Back for the kill
Ran Reed: Word. We’re coming for you, know’m saying? My motherfucking nigga Lord AGB on my side. Big up to my motherfucking nigga Math. I can’t forget you, nigga
Nick Wiz: Wack-ass A&Rs
Ran Reed: Word, blowing up. All my niggas. Paterson, Passaic
Nick Wiz: On the map
Ran Reed: My nigga D.A., Big Nate
Nick Wiz: Ran Reed
Ran Reed: Word up. Yeah
Nick Wiz: Capital style, baby
Ran Reed: My nigga Sin, motherfucking Damon. Yo!
Nick Wiz: Nickel Plates
Ran Reed: We got some shit for niggas. My man… word
Nick Wiz: AGB
Ran Reed: Hahahaha. Shabaam Sahdeeq
Nick Wiz: You know the rest
Ran Reed: Word
Nick Wiz: Drew Boogie
Ran Reed: Nickel Plated Productions
Nick Wiz: We’re out