Lyrics What's The Deal? - CusaX
It's
just
words
in
a
pattern
and
they
served
on
a
platter
I
deserve
all
my
stature,
so
what's
the
matter?
I
just
learn
what
is
real,
I
record
what
you
feel
I'm
the
best
in
the
field,
so
what's
the
deal?
It's
a
verse
comin'
at
ya,
and
it
hurt
like
a
dagger
In
the
back
of
you
rappers,
so
what's
the
matter?
I'm
just
givin'
the
steel,
anyone
who
can
hear
it
Mouthin'
off
to
my
piers,
so
what's
the
deal?
(Yo)
Know
I
keep
it
one
hundred,
so
no
retreat
from
my
hunted
Bitch,
you
keepin'
it
fifty
like
In
Da
Club
makin'
ruckus
Man,
what's
makin'
me
different?
I
hear
these
people
on
Twitter
Sound
the
same
as
we
spitting,
I
fear
these
people
are
bitter
I'm
not
here
to
please
the
people,
I
am
hear
to
feed
my
ego
To
release
my
freakin'
cheat
codes
and
to
beat
you
'til
you
feeble
Medieval
with
my
lyrics
like
I'm
out
to
burn
some
witches
'Cause
all
you
cookin'
up
is
just
some
nothin'
in
the
kitchen
I
had
to
just
say,
"fuck
it,"
sign
'em—M.C.D.
and
Ph33nom
You
mad
you
cannot
touch
us,
find
me
leavin'
Yeo
breathin'
It's
Yeo
'till
I
die,
you
see
though,
I
mean
no
lie
I
be
no
Al
Pachino
but
we
know
I
keep
it
right
(like)
"Cusa,
Alex,
whatever,
how
you
keep
it
together?"
"All
this
rappin'
for
chedder,
how
do
you
deal
with
the
pressure?"
I
get
it's
not
for
the
faint
of
heart,
when
I'm
rippin'
rappers
apart
Splittin'
atoms,
you
cannot
fathom
what
I
record,
it's
just
It's
just
words
in
a
pattern
and
they
served
on
a
platter
I
deserve
all
my
stature,
so
what's
the
matter?
I
just
learn
what
is
real,
I
record
what
you
feel
I'm
the
best
in
the
field,
so
what's
the
deal?
It's
a
verse
comin'
at
ya,
and
it
hurt
like
a
dagger
In
the
back
of
you
rappers,
so
what's
the
matter?
I'm
just
givin'
the
steel,
anyone
who
can
hear
it
Mouthin'
off
to
my
piers,
so
what's
the
deal?
(Yo)
10:30
in
the
mornin',
I
walk
in
the
booth
recordin'
There's
murder
on
my
mind
like
thinkin'
of
horror
stories
I
start
to
lay
the
vocals,
the
beat
is
cut,
it's
required
You
spit
like
you
delayed
and
my
mic,
it
smolders
fire
I
bet
you're
growin'
sick
of
me
rappin'
about
you
rappin'
What
happens?
I'm
not
a
pacifist,
you
ain't
movin'
past
a
fist
Civil
conversations
have
always
been
off
the
table
We
only
seek
altercation
when
we've
been
beat
by
the
label
The
operation
is
fatal,
treatment
failed
you,
pale
Need
a
fuckin'
grail
just
to
save
you
from
hell
now
Just
for
good
measure,
I
pull
the
strap
from
my
pocket
Safety
off,
six
shots
just
to
nail
the
coffin
Invincible,
it's
Immortal
Kombat
Murder
scene,
yeah,
you
know
I'm
on
that
Wipin'
clean
my
list
of
contacts,
writin'
up
my
list
of
contracts
I'm
not
a
business
man,
I'm
a
business,
man
Yeo
records
fuckin'
vicious,
damn
It's
just
words
in
a
pattern
and
they
served
on
a
platter
I
deserve
all
my
stature,
so
what's
the
matter?
I
just
learn
what
is
real,
I
record
what
you
feel
I'm
the
best
in
the
field,
so
what's
the
deal?
It's
a
verse
comin'
at
ya,
and
it
hurt
like
a
dagger
In
the
back
of
you
rappers,
so
what's
the
matter?
I'm
just
givin'
the
steel,
anyone
who
can
hear
it
Mouthin'
off
to
my
piers,
so
what's
the
deal?
1 My New Tape
2 Take Me Back
3 Talk My Shit
4 What's The Deal?
5 X
6 Safety Off
7 Six Shots
8 I'm You
9 Never Forget
10 I Do
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