I Don't Really Like To
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Yo...
Uh, yo...
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 for 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 J, then K. West's wannabe
Star of the Rock, kid you 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 breathe
Quality music getting quality spins
Y'all stay second-rate Chingy's at the Quality Inn
Now that's a joke to a real rapper
I could decrease the skill factor
And that still make you feel wacker
Aw, gee, now you got me cocky
Cats say, "You the illest," I'm like, "Nah, B, nah, B, nah, B"
Well, okay, probably
But that's just only 'cause I rap like it's my hobby
Not a jobby job, all sloppy and off-key
Y'all mad as March trying to knock off the top, see?
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," you know, but um...
ITunes, eye patch
I'm in the same boat where the pirates be
Tell 'em I'm down with that pirate stee'
They don't buy it, I say, "Don't buy it, pirate me"
But still it'll spread virally from I receive
Folders to appearin' in the love that the crowd show
If it sound dope, keep it on the down low
Keep it real, player, with the volume cranked
And I'll be ballin' like Tim Duncan callin' bank
Cats banked it, but the bank said
That my checks been bouncin' like the Bankhead
So I'm bad like credit while they bear styles
More plain than the air miles
Borrow metaphors from megastores 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, and fake it's okay to confess doubt
Knowin' how it feels to be stressed out
Tribe Called Mac, Quest out, 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 old, but we don't all get grown
'Cause some of y'all don't really like to
Yeah, y'all don't really like to
Uh-uh, ah, y'all don't really like to
Y'all don't really like to