Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Filthy, artist - Classified.
Date of issue: 22.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Filthy |
«Being a professional at our work, that is rapidly becoming a world of |
amateur’s» |
«What are your qualifications?» |
«You, you, you, you got 5 (yeah), you, you, you got five, five minutes, you, |
you, you, you got (Uh) five minutes to preform your fake act» |
Yeah, uh, you think you know me homie, you phoney rappers talk baloney, |
y’all so far below me |
Blow me, there ain’t nobody who control me, I’m in a league of my own, |
I’m ain’t competing for no trophy |
I don’t need no album budget, I record and make my own beats |
Hit the studio all by myself, stand on my own feet |
I’m a different breed, I do this for the crowd applause, turn this hobby to a |
job, don’t need no feature on a blog nah |
I ain’t a star, I’m an astroid, trying to avoid these fake girls, |
takin' botox and ass steriods |
A bunch of people who talk behind your backside, like dissing someone on |
Twitter and not putting the @ sign |
You scramblin' (scramblin'), career is over-easy, been-a-dick since I was an |
egg in my mothers ovaries, please believe me |
I ain’t your rappers favourite rapper, I’m my fans favourite rapper this is |
just the latest chapter |
Shoutout to the artists working hard and undiscovered, that’s my father on the |
guitar, I call him my motherfucker ooh |
You think you know me, you don’t know me, kid your way off |
I’m here to restore order cause we all live in chaos, this is Filthy |
There you have it, the uncut of rap, of rap «you see me do this shit? |
«(yeah) «we the hottest thing ever» «who is this?» |
(Class! This is last man |
standing, this is Filthy, dirty, grimy, cruddy, feel so good but it sound so |
ugly, nasty, cruddy, oh so muddy, we get 'em up) «you better ask somebody» |
Ayo, I spent the week in detox, but now I’m staring at my weed box, |
excited to get higher than the treetops, living in a cold world, |
and this is how I defrost, strike like a peacock in a fresh pair of reebok’s, |
yeah, it’s a thin line between magic and a bad trick, it’s a matter of opinion |
between the wackest and the classics, so make sure whatever I make I love it, |
first and foremost, cause artists steal a style and move on when it’s worn out |
Kanye sped his samples up, everybody sped 'em up |
Then the South slowed it down and everybody slowed it down |
Then Drake and 40 showed them how to use a filter |
How you supposed to hold the crown when you don’t even own your sound, huh? |
I grew up on that boom, bap, loud kick and snare, kept rocking with it even |
when that sound disappeared |
Came into the game when white rappers weren’t a cliche |
But man oh man that’s sure changing these days, shit is Filthy |
There you have it, the uncut of rap, of rap «you see me do this shit? |
«(yeah) «we the hottest thing ever» «who is this?» |
(Class! This is last man |
standing, this is Filthy, dirty, grimy, cruddy, feel so good but it sound so |
ugly, nasty, cruddy, oh so muddy, we get 'em up) «you better ask somebody» |
(yeah) you got five, you, you got five (Premo) you, you, you got five (Class, |
always wanted to say that), five minutes to preform your fake act, |
act (and then we’re taking over it) |