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Verse 1:Maybe I'm not big 'cause I don't blog or TwitterDog, I'm bitterI didn't have it on the flop, but I'll win it on the riverLong as winter's got me seasonedNow I'm a non-beginnerMeanin' not yet a veteran, but neverthelessPick the drug or the rapper, manI'm better than methDope as etherEither the drug or the Jay dissI would say dope as reefer, but that would be too basic, andOver played, over slaved, won't complain thoughThe game's been good to me, young and outta LondonSo I'm grateful, not just for the fundin' or the fansBut for a chance to say somethin'It wasn't in the plans at firstIt was sad days half ways to graduationCap and black cape makin' job applicationsI hate the catchphrase, 'Canadian rap sensationShad K don't have chains big as the AppalachinsBut since the label put me out like ashtraysTo smoke catsI have gained some accolades and admirationAnd grown since thenThough that second album there was so old schoolLetras de cancionesFolks called it Old PrincetonI'm still penny pinchin', though it's so fineMy billfold hold still as pigskin when it's field goal timeNow, that being said, it's still 0-9, and I still gotta line of creditStill owe nineBut they charge no interest, so I pay no interestMeanin' I pay no mindIf there ain't no fine, it's fineI hope I ain't borin y'all, rappin' 'bout rapBut the only thing I love more than rappin' is nappin'And I know nobody wanna hear me rap about thatYou want the underdog spazzin' on the trackI get itVerse 2:Well my name ain't L'il Wayne GretzkyBut y'all know better than to check meIn the game I hold records like a TechnicTellin' referees peek at the press seats a sec, pleaseDrop your gloves, O.J.I'll knock you into next weekMake you get teeth replacedCan't use platesWhat you get to eat gives new meaning to 'tube steak'Like watching you breastfeed, doomsdayMove on these squares like a chess pieceI'm deadlyEven if you're SupernaturalI'm Craig GJesse James meets Jet LiKillin' these fakes at breakneck speedI make your head steam like a pet peeveGetcha neck squeezed till the breath leavesGot the finesse and the prestigeAnd more mac than ten tech geeks dissin' XPBest in the league of vets like ex-MarinesHighest pedigreeWhen I get the beat it's heridityGenetic freak, poeticallyOne-ten degree Memphis Heat spittin' steadilyMedically decapitate these rappersthey still won't get ahead of meI'm the best I'll ever beThe cat's out the bag, the new Shad's outNow they spell it S-H-A-D-D the way I spazz outI don't badmouth but I quicklyPut down a cat if he bit me like Roy's boy SiegfriedWelcome to the big leaguesWhere they pitch heat, still on a hit streakMy rappin's like battin' .360(Hey, Griffey, slow down, do something less cerebral)I ain't big enough yet, I gotta keep impressin' peopleI get it, guess it's the lesser evilWeapons lethal as a Desert EagleNow my lethal weapon won, you don't get a sequelVerse 3:No eviction notice, still I'm homeless on a poets missionNot that I'm a fiend, stealin' base like Otis NixonLivin' on the street, naw, I'm livin' on the roadConsistent makin' fans multiply like a coefficientRecord sales I'm makin' low commissionBut the visions mine they don't change my recordLike pitchin' a no-decisionGuitar-playin' MC, yeah I'm known for spittin'While I'm tappin' on my Fender like cars in a slow collisionThe precision of my flows in terms of tone and dictionIs akin to that of the old masters of prose and fictionSo many sold their souls, my sole ambition'sTo hold solid, so calm and bright like the solar systemI'm from a soul traditionHeads think I'm goin' to prison'Cause I'm talkin' bout this rap sheet with the most convictionThe most commitment, no other pro is so proficientThe coldest-spittin Rakim North Pole EditionListen From Letras Mania