Uploaded April 2022 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago
-Official Remix for "Too Deep For The Intro" by MOR
Lyrics:
Partially functional
Half of me uncomfortable
If life for you has been unstable
Don’t let it humble you
Salute to my n***** still
Chasing that W
Master your disasters
Don’t be a slave to what troubles you
I’m walking on a yellow brick road
A tornado brung me too
Deep the dig whatever it takes
Already into you
Think Scare Crow and a brain
Stay on track like a train
Even grain
Can turn
To beanstalk jack
Know what I’m saying
I turned my pain into passion
Never complained
When I didn’t have s***
Cause when you when got it
All you gon’ talk about is the days you ain’t have s***
I took the road less traveled
You know a dirt road or forest that’s path less
I forged ahead of the masses
The appeal written as massive
I made a shift
From growing up with pent up anger
No how to manage
Emotionally unbalanced
Another ghetto ballad
trigger pulled on your temper now you in solitary
I Could of been in jail playing solitary
Momma did you pay commissary
Who else
Would pay commissary
Ain’t always that extreme
That’s just the top of bottom cherry
But it happen so much
That s*** is ordinary
I hope that previous verse ain’t make you weep
It’s Mor from the burbs but connect with the streets
Police
Bust through my door while I was sleep
I was 5 plus
The number three
I can’t forget the hate in their eyes
Promised I would get rich
And pull up on em in a brand new ride
So I’m my raps you can here my pride
Seen more ups and downs then a kings dominion ride
Now people treat my music like a theme park
So I gotta make sure not every theme dark
Which hard when all your life you’ve been marked
My skin dark so I would of got central parked
Plus I never gave two f**** like Rosa parks
Went to college
And still used that note sparks
Put it all on the line like a nose guard
Bowlegged bogart
Dropped out started to go hard
Grinding exclusively
F****** b****** sedusively
F***** a b**** that worked at the White House cause how tall I be
Never been black balled but she liked to suck on my black balls
Oh she nasty yeah yeah nasty
I did three years she graduated so f*** keeping it ok
Please don’t harass me
This verses started serious had to change the theme
Went from the Crypt to Twisted Timbers
My flow is limber
It got you in a limbo
Fruits of my labor
I’m just keeping it Kimbo
Fruits of my labor
I’m just keeping it Kimbo
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-Official Remix for "Too Deep For The Intro" by MOR
Lyrics:
Partially functional
Half of me uncomfortable
If life for you has been unstable
Don’t let it humble you
Salute to my n***** still
Chasing that W
Master your disasters
Don’t be a slave to what troubles you
I’m walking on a yellow brick road
A tornado brung me too
Deep the dig whatever it takes
Already into you
Think Scare Crow and a brain
Stay on track like a train
Even grain
Can turn
To beanstalk jack
Know what I’m saying
I turned my pain into passion
Never complained
When I didn’t have s***
Cause when you when got it
All you gon’ talk about is the days you ain’t have s***
I took the road less traveled
You know a dirt road or forest that’s path less
I forged ahead of the masses
The appeal written as massive
I made a shift
From growing up with pent up anger
No how to manage
Emotionally unbalanced
Another ghetto ballad
trigger pulled on your temper now you in solitary
I Could of been in jail playing solitary
Momma did you pay commissary
Who else
Would pay commissary
Ain’t always that extreme
That’s just the top of bottom cherry
But it happen so much
That s*** is ordinary
I hope that previous verse ain’t make you weep
It’s Mor from the burbs but connect with the streets
Police
Bust through my door while I was sleep
I was 5 plus
The number three
I can’t forget the hate in their eyes
Promised I would get rich
And pull up on em in a brand new ride
So I’m my raps you can here my pride
Seen more ups and downs then a kings dominion ride
Now people treat my music like a theme park
So I gotta make sure not every theme dark
Which hard when all your life you’ve been marked
My skin dark so I would of got central parked
Plus I never gave two f**** like Rosa parks
Went to college
And still used that note sparks
Put it all on the line like a nose guard
Bowlegged bogart
Dropped out started to go hard
Grinding exclusively
F****** b****** sedusively
F***** a b**** that worked at the White House cause how tall I be
Never been black balled but she liked to suck on my black balls
Oh she nasty yeah yeah nasty
I did three years she graduated so f*** keeping it ok
Please don’t harass me
This verses started serious had to change the theme
Went from the Crypt to Twisted Timbers
My flow is limber
It got you in a limbo
Fruits of my labor
I’m just keeping it Kimbo
Fruits of my labor
I’m just keeping it Kimbo
#MorMoney #MorMoney2022
Connect with Mor
Twitter - twitter.com/MorMoney12
IG - instagram.com/MorMoney12
FB - facebook.com/Mormoney12
Listen
Itunes - music.apple.com/us/artist/mor/1475257873
Spotify - open.spotify.com/artist/6hN6My8UaP1kSIwowWg1yW
AudioMack - audiomack.com/mormoney
& More
Don't forget to COMMENT, LIKE, and SUBSCRIBE!!!
