Now You See My Life Songtext
von Deuce

There once was a kid named Deuce
Who got sick and tired of being picked on
So he got himself a nice 22
Click boom, now he′s on the fucking news

Now, who's the king of these rap acts, American badass?
They say he′s a class act, no wonder he's jabbed at
That's why they put me up in lights, and I rap back
And half these critics wanna mimic my crack ass

He ain′t no cynic, but he knows where your dad′s at
They ain't gon′ finish 'til they send you to Baghdad
And minute by minute, they gon′ pull you right in it
You gon' end up at clinics because they put you on Xanax
But don′t you worry, I'm back, yeah, Deuce is back with a black hat
Cape and a black cat, baby, I'm the new Batman


You know only Angie can grab that
I don′t need no groupies tryna grab at
My pants, hoping I′ma go back and tax that
I ain't ending up in no place with no bad rash
How come I get laughed at by media trash bags?
Just because I′m white and I sing like I'm half-black?

Now you see my life, and it looks so pretty, looks so pretty
You want what you can′t have, and you know that's too damn bad
Try and take my pride? We both know that′s silly, know that's silly
But you want what you can't have, and you know that′s too damn bad (Skee-Lo)

I′m gonna make it, no matter how long it takes me
I'm sick of lower living, I can′t allow it to break me
My neighbours hate me, all they do is just make me
Bounce back, get on my hustle, achieving great things

An architect, building my future, watching it grow
Reaching out to the youth, and I'm teaching ′em what I know
I done seen a lot of people do anything for the dough
Even rob, steal, kill, good girls that turned pro


Good fellas turned stick-up, kids I used to know
Little Bobby graduated, and college he couldn't go
The Earth rotates, a thousand thirty-seven and a third
Cops pull us over, tonight, I′m on the curb
Getting handcuffed, deputies searching for contraband
I'm face-down, talking to God, he understands
Tomorrow, I'ma start a new life, a changed man (yeah)
But tonight, I might be going to jail for eight grams, and-

Now you see my life, and it looks so pretty, looks so pretty
You want what you can′t have, and you know that′s too damn bad
Try and take my pride? We both know that's silly, know that′s silly
But you want what you can't have, and you know that′s too damn bad

I was born to rip shit, born with too much wit (yeah, yeah)
That's why they call me The Whiz Kid, ′cause I drop hits (yeah, yeah)
Mimic me? I'm too sick, you can't hang, I′m too quick (yeah, yeah)
What′s my name? Deuce, bitch, it's the new shit (yeah, yeah)
Leaving egos bruised, and, yeah, you′re trapped, you're stupid

Tryna step in my shoes, but it′s foolish
I'm cuckoo, homie, I got screws loose
Fuck Tool, you can kiss my ass too, bitch
You and your Doctor Phil affiliates
You′re worth two cents of my time and a few bars
So move, bitch, as long as I'm doing music
I'ma be a nuisance, it′s a new movement

Now you see my life, and it looks so pretty, looks so pretty
You want what you can′t have, and you know that's too damn bad
Try and take my pride? We both know that′s silly, know that's silly
But you want what you can′t have, and you know that's too damn bad

Now you see my life, and it looks so pretty, looks so pretty
You want what you can′t have, and you know that's too damn bad
Try and take my pride? We both know that's silly, know that′s silly
But you want what you can′t have, and you know that's too damn bad

(Deuces, Deuces, Deuces, Deuces)
(Skee-Lo, Skee-Lo, Skee-Lo, Deuces)