Yaa I Get It - SHAD

Maybe I’m not big because 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

Meaning not yet a veteran but nevertheless

Pick the drug or the rapper man, I’m better than Meth

Dope as Ether, either 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 game’s been good to a youngin' out of London so I’m grateful

Not just for the funding or for the fans

But for the chance to say something, 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 catchphrase «Canadian rap sensation»

Shad K don’t have chains, big as the Appalachians

But since the label put me out like ashtrays 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-pinching though it sold fine

Billfold gon' hold still as pigskin when it’s 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 rapping bout rap

But the only thing I love more than rapping is napping

And I know nobody want to hear me rap about that

You want the underdog spazzing on the track

Well my name ain’t Lil Wayne Gretzky

But y’all know better than to check me

In the game, I hold records like a Technic

Telling referees to peek 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 chesspiece, I’m deadly

Even if you’re Supernatural, I’m Craig G

Jesse James meets Jet Li, killing these fakes at break neck speed

I make your head steam like a pet peeve

Get your neck squeezed till the breath leaves

Got the finesse and the prestige

And more mack than 10 tech geeks dissing XP

Best in the league of vets like ex-marines

Highest pedigree, when I get the beat it’s heredity

Genetic freak poetically

One-ten degree Memphis heat spitting steadily

Medically decapitate this rapper’s face, still won’t get ahead 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 spazz 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 rapping’s like batting .360

Hey Griffey, slow down, do something less cerebral

I ain’t big enough yet

I gotta keep impressing people

I get it, guess it’s a lesser evil, weapon’s lethal as a Desert Eagle

Now my lethal weapon won, you don’t get a sequel

No eviction notice, still I’m homeless on a poet’s mission

Not that I’m a fiend stealing bass like Otis Nixon

Living on the street now I’m living on the road consistent

Making fans multiply like a coefficient

Record sales, I’m making low comission but the vision’s mine

They don’t change my record like pitching a no decision

Guitar playing emcee, yeah I’m known for spitting

While I’m tapping 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 sole ambition’s

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 bout this rap sheet with the most conviction

The most commitment, no other pro is so proficient

The coldest spitting, Rakim north pole edition

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