EOM - Yaa I Get It lyrics

[Hook] I get it [Verse 1: 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 [Hook] [Verse 2: Shad] 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, k**ing 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Shad] No eviction notice still I'm homeless on a poet's mission Not that I'm a fiend stealing ba** 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 Listen