You Don't Really Want It

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My rhymes still be ill

You don't really want it

I suggest you chill

You don't really want it

#1 I'm still

You don't really want it

The prophecy is fulfilled

You don't really want it

KRS in the streets

You don't really want it

I drop the rawest beats

You don't really want it

No ice just heat

You don't really want it

Playa face defeat

That was a nice try Nelly

I don't mean to be bold, but put that "Hot in herre" bullshit on hold

And let's get down to the facts of the matter

In the dictionary under wack rap, you the rapper

It's simply cuz you're lacking the spectacular vernacular

And hip hop's character seems to be in back of ya

Either that or you're truly amateur

I'm askin ya, how does it feel to have the whole world laughin at ya?

You just too stupid to see

I was made on the streets, you was made on MTV

How you gonna talk about my nose to attack me?

When you steady guzzlin them pills for your acne?

My nose comes from a line of kings

Your acne comes from you eatin the wrong things

Your words don't make me hurt, they make you work

You'll hurt when you find it's you gettin jerked

I tell ya, it don't take me to say

Don't buy your album, street cats ain't buyin it anyway

You tellin me make up my mind

Yet on your album, you don't know if you wanna sing, or rhyme

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You tryin to diss me? How?

If it wasn't for the true-school your bitch-ass wouldn't be here now

Blau blau, show me respect from the gate

Or I'ma have to drown you kids like Andrea Yates

You can't handle the break, I'm a flamethrowa, you a bic lighta

You think I'm cocky cuz you a dickrida

I spit tighter

I'm not like all the rest I'm not a playa but I did stay at a Holiday Inn Express

So nevertheless I'ma teach ya, teach ya

But when them slugs hit you, you'll be screamin, "Momma, EI! EI!"

You never seen me sing? You don't know what I bring?

You'll be singing the blues like BB King

I'm all about the unity of Miss and Mistas

You all about grabbin money and dissin our sistas

Take your ass back to TV land

And let this be a lesson, you can't see me man!

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Just when I thought I could do my gospel

And become an apostle I got a whole to get hostile

I don't mean to knock ya Nelly

But ain't you that MTV house nigga with a spine like jelly?

I'ma do this by the book, for the art

I heard what you said on BET's 106 and Park

But what you don't know, is right around the corner on 3rd

I hold a Desert Eagle, and no, it's not a bird

You sound absurd, you're gonna bring ME back?

I taught all year round the spot ??? had

Copycat, with sloppy raps, you chill with N'Sync, I chill where hip hop be at

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