Verse 1


I put the smack down like it's rehab


Make sure that there's no relapse with these cats


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(Rock)


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 Bell Wallace's


While I breed quality music getting quality spins


They stay 2nd rate Chingy's at the Quality Inn


Now that's a joke to a real rapper


I could decrease the skill factor and still make you feel whacker


Ah gee, now you got me  cocky


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 jobbyjob all sloppy and offkey


Y'all Mad as March trying to knock off the topseed


I'm in the mix/Da Mix like Roxy


So hot he even get props from neoNazis


Now I don't really like to...

Verse 2


I Tunes, eyepatch


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


If it's I'll, it'll spread virally


From my received folders to


Appearin in the love that the crowds show


(shhh) if it sound dope  keep it on the downlo(ad)


Keep it real, player/Real Player


With the volume cranked


And I'll be ballin like Tim Duncan  callin bank


Cash  banked it


But the bank said


That my cheque's been bouncing like the bankhead


So I'm bad like credit while they bear styles


More plain/plane than the air miles


Borrowed 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  in faith  it's ok to confess doubt


Knowin how it feels to be stressed out


Tribe called map queststyle 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