Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Filthy , by - Classified. Release date: 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) |