Album: TSOL
Verse 1:
Maybe I'm not big 'cause I don't blog or Twitter
Dog, I'm bitter
I didn't have it on the flop, but I'll win it on the river
Long as winter's got me seasoned
Now I'm a non-beginner
Meanin' 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
Over played, over slaved, won't complain though
The game's been good to me, young and outta London
So I'm grateful, not just for the fundin' or the fans
But for a chance to say somethin'
It wasn't in the plans at first
It was sad days half ways to graduation
Cap and black cape makin' job applications
I hate the catchphrase, 'Canadian rap sensation
Shad K don't have chains big as the Appalachins
But since the label put me out like ashtrays
To smoke cats
I have gained some accolades and admiration
And grown since then
Though that second album there was so old school
Folks called it Old Princeton
I'm still penny pinchin', though it's so fine
My billfold hold still as pigskin when it's field goal time
Now, that being said, it's still 0-9, and I still gotta line of credit
Still owe nine
But they charge no interest, so I pay no interest
Meanin' I pay no mind
If there ain't no fine, it's fine
I hope I ain't borin y'all, rappin' 'bout rap
But the only thing I love more than rappin' is nappin'
And I know nobody wanna hear me rap about that
You want the underdog spazzin' on the track
I get it
Verse 2:
Well my name ain't L'il Wayne Gretzky
But y'all know better than to check me
In the game I hold records like a Technic
Tellin' referees peek at the press seats a sec, please
Drop your gloves, O.J.
I'll 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 breastfeed, doomsday
Move on these squares like a chess piece
I'm deadly
Even if you're Supernatural
I'm Craig G
Jesse James meets Jet Li
Killin' these fakes at breakneck speed
I make your head steam like a pet peeve
Getcha neck squeezed till the breath leaves
Got the finesse and the prestige
And more mac than ten tech geeks dissin' XP
Best in the league of vets like ex-Marines
Highest pedigree
When I get the beat it's heridity
Genetic freak, poetically
One-ten degree Memphis Heat spittin' steadily
Medically decapitate these rappers
they still won't get ahead of me
I'm the best I'll ever be
The cat's 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 badmouth but I quickly
Put down a 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 rappin's like battin' .360
(Hey, Griffey, slow down, do something less cerebral)
I ain't big enough yet, I gotta keep impressin' people
I get it, guess it's the lesser evil
Weapons lethal as a Desert Eagle
Now my lethal weapon won, you don't get a sequel
Verse 3:
No eviction notice, still I'm homeless on a poets mission
Not that I'm a fiend, stealin' base like Otis Nixon
Livin' on the street, naw, I'm livin' on the road
Consistent makin' fans multiply like a coefficient
Record sales I'm makin' low commission
But the visions mine they don't change my record
Like pitchin' a no-decision
Guitar-playin' MC, yeah I'm known for spittin'
While I'm tappin' 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 solid, so calm and bright like the solar system
I'm from a soul tradition
Heads think I'm goin' to prison
'Cause I'm talkin' bout this rap sheet with the most conviction
The most commitment, no other pro is so proficient
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