I Don't Like To - SHAD

Yo, I don’t really like to, but, um

Yo, I don’t really like to, but, um

I put the smack down like it’s rehab

Make sure that there’s no relapse with these cats

Y’all cowards couldn’t rap this dope with a Zig Zag

I let my lips drag, spitting with that big swag

It’s sad all these wannabes

Wanted to be Jay then K. West, wanna be

Star of the Roc, kid, you’re not Sean Connery

But like The Rock I’m surrounded by watery flows

Still it really don’t bother me

Fake ballers, weak game, less polished than Ben Wallace’s while I breed

Quality music getting quality spins

Y’all stay second rate Chingys at the Quality Inn

Now that’s a joke to a real rapper

I could decrease the skill factor and I’d still make you feel whacker

Ah gee, now you got me cocky

Cats say, «You the illest,» I’m like, «Nah b, nah b, nah b»

Well OK, probably, but that’s just only cause I rap like it’s my hobby

Not a jobby-job all sloppy, getting off-key

Y’all Mad as March trying to knock off the top seed

I’m in the mix like Roxy

So hot he even get props from neo-Nazis

Now I don’t really like to

Yo, I don’t really like to

I don’t really like to

I don’t like to start verses with I, y’know, but, um

ITunes, eye-patch, I’m in the same boat where the pirates be

Tell 'em I’m down with that pirate steed

They don’t buy it, I say don’t buy it, pirate me

If it’s ill, it’ll spread virally from my received

Folders to appearing in the love that the crowds show

If it sound dope, keep it on the download

Keep it real, player, with the volume cranked

And I’ll be balling like Tim Duncan, calling bank

Cash banked it, but the bank said

That my check’s been bouncing like the bankhead

So I’m bad like credit while they bear styles

More plain than the air miles

Borrowed metaphors from mega-stores to get rewards

We get 'em open automatic like the exit doors

And take a step higher, y’all just gotta press the floor

And step out, in faith, it’s OK to confess doubt

Knowing how it feels to be stressed out

Tribe called Mapquest-style poems I sketch out

To find the best route home, don’t

Live in your dome for too long

You end up like that Tiffany song, thinking we’re alone

We all get older, we don’t all get grown

Cause some of y’all don’t really like to

Y’all don’t really like to

Y’all don’t really like to

Y’all don’t really like to