Big Deal

[Intro]: Yeah, yeah. Ladies and gentlemen. We got Reef The Lost Cauze and Eyego/Direct in the house tonight. They'd like to play one of their new tunes. It's pretty funky [Verse One]: Yo, I punch niggas in the face for livin', disgrace the system Counterparts wilin' 'til we state prison Used to tape Prism for videos of hockey games Spittin' in the mirror, no lie, I used to copy Kane This not be game, this is real life Spittin' since '89 motherfucker, I'm still nice Yellow pad, black pen, I still write I always said y'all couldn't make albums, I'm still right I'm live action, you movin' still like Quick as a cat kill mice I crush steel mics That makes me Superman homie So I murder you, you, you and your stupid ass homie Line 'em up Anyone who want to see the man Don't slap me five, I'll fuck around and eat your hand I'm gon' ruin your life, you're gon' give me a hand I don't even rhyme I just came here to see the band [Hook]: How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? I've been nice since I was on a big wheel I'm Reef The Lost Cauze, I'm kind of a big deal Spit straight from the heart, you know this shit's real So what you rhyme homie, big deal How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? [Verse Two]: I get trapped in between the lines Just cause I rap don't mean you won't get clapped between the eyes You think you nice, I'm actually surprised You a tranny understand me, not naturally a guy I got the trashiest mind and get nasty as swine Koch is the label of what they asked me to sign I want the fuckin' paper You sharp as some scissors they used to use to cut construction paper Since kindergarten I've been retarded Literally Look at this shit you started! Damn that was wrong of me Motherfuckers can not name one wack song from me And if they can't they don't know good music It ain't real to me unless the hood approves it So keep a quiet tongue, before I fire guns Like blaaow! [Hook]: How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? I've been nice since I was on a big wheel I'm Reef The Lost Cauze, I'm sort of a big deal Spit straight from the heart, you know this shit's real So what you rhyme homie, big deal How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? [Verse Three]: Try to spar with me your mind will melt They used to praise Jesus and whip slaves That's why they call they self the Bible Belt I started my own label, just to sign myself I'm always sayin' I'm the illest just to remind myself He's major cake, three layers You just a motherfuckin' fall guy, Lee Majors I was the kid in the class who would always eat paper I spit darts, you a big prick, cheap razor I'm the illest in the game, the east savior Any rhyme bout, no doubt, Sharif favored And if not, you better check those odds I be right at your door, you better check those logs No new tricks, I don't respect those dogs I pull up pipes on you, like we 'bout to check for clogs If we can't make payroll We stickin' up white boys at St. Joe's, let's go Hawks! [Hook]: How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? I've been nice since I was on a big wheel I'm Reef The Lost Cauze, I'm sort of a big deal Spit straight from the heart, you know this shit's real So what you rhyme homie, big deal How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it?