You Don't Want It - Jean Grae

Yeah loser, well if you’re choosing to go against Jean

You better assemble a squad that’s better than the A-team

With the green hulk and shit that pop shirts

And a nigga with a shovel I can borrow when I drop the dirt

No lord, she’s gone bizzurk again

The fucking pen was dripping blood and vision was fuzzy, blurred and then she

murdered them

I flirt dirty visions mostly unheard from the mouths of women

I guess I’ve just been blessed with a criminal intuition

Spit with a girly voice and nerdy with prose

And fully dressed so no one accidentally trips and says, «Hold on a minute»

I flow so deep that I fall in it

Prolong words like penis and chokes that spin?

I’m like trying to get free drugs, no credit

So fuck the industry, album had no edits

And fuck Prada, man, I’ll?

cause I’m broke

And I’m sorry I gotta stay out of trouble, there’s no HMO medic

Ah forget it, I’ll just get off the syllable letter

Just fizzle like acid burning your flesh until it’s down to the gristle

You listening now?

Yeah, wow

Well piss in your mouth wit your own dick, come on niggas, fidget around

I’m about to get on everybody’s last nerve

Take half of your crowd, pimp them out, have them calling your house

Nah, just fucking around

Small time like I’m a bunch of horny niggas, circle jerking with your digits,

ow!

One for the ladies, two cops?

niggas on rooftops

Busting off shots with illegal 380's and drop

Three for me so I can easily triple it

Minus 8, double it, kick a mean 16

It’s Jean, sorry if the intro was vague

The surname is Grae, purpose of the words I say

Just to get the chance to play

And hurt the birds who don’t deserve to stay in it

So Black I’ll smack you right in your cap

So that your knee can grow

Old nigga, figure it out

It’s clever, so let’s sing it together

You don’t want it

You don’t really really want it

You don’t really…