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