Mantis - I Don't Like To lyrics

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Mantis - I Don't Like To lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 sk** factor and I'd still make you feel whacker Ah gee, now you got me co*ky 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 [Verse 2] 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