You Don't Really Want It

[Hook] 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 [Verse 1] 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 whack 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 asking 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 guzzling 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 getting jerked I tell ya, it don't take me to say Don't buy your album, street cats ain't buying it anyway You telling me make up my mind Yet on your album, you don't know if you wanna sing, or rhyme [Hook] [Verse 2] You trying 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'mma have to drown you kids like Andrea Yates You can't handle the break, I'm a flamethrower, you a bic lighter You think I'm cocky cuz you a dick rider 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'mma teach ya, teach ya But when them slugs hit you, you'll be screaming, "Momma, EI! EI!" You never seen me sing? You don't know what I bring? You'll be singing the blues like B.B. King I'm all about the unity of Miss and Mistas You all about grabbing money and dissing our sistas Take your ass back to TV land And let this be a lesson, you can't see me, man! [Hook] [Verse 3] 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'mma 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 You copycat, with sloppy raps You chill with N'Sync, I chill where hip-hop be at [Hook]