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I get it... |
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(Verse 1) |
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Maybe I'm not big cuz I don't blog or Twitter |
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Dawg, I'm bitter |
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I didn't happen on the flop, but I'll win it on the river |
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Longest winter got me seasoned |
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Now I'm a non-beginner |
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Meanin' not yet a veteran but nevertheless |
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Pick the drug or the rapper man I'm better than meth |
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Dope as E though or Ether the drug or the Jay diss |
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I would say dope as reefer but that would be too basic |
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And overplayed, overslaved won't complain though |
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The games been good to a young'un outta London so I'm grateful |
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Not just for the fundin' or for the fans |
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But for the chance to say somethin, it wasn't in the plans at first |
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It was sad days, halfway to graduation |
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Cap and black cape making job applications |
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I hate the catch phrase "Canadian rap sensation" |
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Shad K don't have chains, big as the Appalachians |
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But since the label put me out like ash trays to smoke cats |
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I have gained some accolades and admiration |
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It's grown since then Though that second album man was so old-school |
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Folks called it old Princeton |
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I'm still penny pinchin it was so fine |
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My bills gonna hold still as pig skin |
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When its field goal time, now |
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That being said it's still 09 |
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And i still got a lot of credit I still owe 9 |
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But they charge no interest, so I pay no interest |
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Meaning I pay no mind, If there ain't no fine, I'm fine |
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I hope I ain't boring y'all rappin bout rap |
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But the only thing I love more then rappin is nappin |
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And I know nobody want to hear me rap about that |
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You want the underdog spazzin on the track |
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I get it... |
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(Verse 2) |
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Well my name ain't Lil' Wayne |
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Gretzky, But y'all know better than to check me |
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In the game, my whole record's like a technique |
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Telin' referees to peak at the press seats a sec please |
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DROP YOUR GLOVES OJ *haha* |
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I knock you into next week make you get teeth replaced |
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Can't use plates what you get to eat |
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Gives new meaning to tube steak |
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Like watching you breast feed doomsday |
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Move on these squares like a chess piece, I'm deadly |
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Even if you're Supernatural , I'm Craig G |
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Jesse James meets Jet Li |
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Killing these fakes at breakneck speed |
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I make your head steam like a pet peeve |
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Get your neck squeezed 'til the breath leaves |
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Got the finesse and the prestige |
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And more Mac than 10 tech geeks dissing XP |
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Best in the league of vets like ex-marines highest pedigree |
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When I get the beat it's hereditary |
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Genetic freak poetically |
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One-ten degree Memphis heat spittin' steadily |
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Medically decapitate this rapper's face |
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Still won't get a head of me |
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I'm the best I'll ever be (Yeah!) |
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The cats out the bag, the new Shad's out |
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Now they spell it S.H.A.D.D. the way I spaz out |
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I don't bad mouth but I'll quickly put down the cat if he bit me like |
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Roy's boy Siegfried, Welcome to the big leagues |
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Where they pitch heat, still on a hit streak |
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My rappin's like battin' .360 |
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*Hey Griffey slow down do something less cerebral* |
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I ain't big enough yet |
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*I gotta keep impressin' people* |
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I get it , guess its a lesser evil |
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Weapons lethal as a Desert Eagle |
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Now my lethal weapon won(one) |
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You don't get a sequel |
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I Get it... |
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(Verse 3) |
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No eviction notice still i'm homeless on a poets mission |
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Not that I'm a fiend stealing bass like Otis Nixon |
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Livin' on the street naw i'm livin' on the road consistent |
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Making fans multiply like a coefficient |
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Record sales im making low comission but the visions mine |
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They don't change my record like pitchin' a no decision |
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Guitar playing emcee Yea i'm known for spittin' |
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While i'm tappin on my fender like cars in a slow collision |
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The precision of my flows in terms of tone and diction |
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Is akin to that of the old masters of prose and fiction |
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So many sold their souls , my soul ambitions |
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To hold solace so calm and bright as a solar system |
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I'm from a soul tradition; heads think I'm going to prison |
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Cause I'm talking off this rap sheet with the most conviction |
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The most commitment, no other pro is so proficient |
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The coldest spittin', Rakim north pole edition |
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LISTEN ! |