Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flash and Flare, artist - Little Brother. Date of issue: 20.06.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Flash and Flare |
| Hehe, gotta have flash and flare |
| Flamboyant on y’all |
| 9th, Wonder… L.E.G.A.C.Y…uh, Phonte |
| These rappers babble on how they time’ll come one day |
| That shit’ll never come like mail on a sunday |
| You lackin somethin, must be the flash or somethin |
| We love tainted, pure L.E.G.A.C.Y. |
| and Tay’ll get you |
| Frustrated, groups break up like B2K |
| Don’t care how you spit nigga, got +Flair+ like Rick nigga |
| Critics thought they sank me but I hold my float |
| They tried to hang me but I’m dope-on-a-rope |
| Doom style, get on stage and boo the crowd |
| From my throne patient, hold my own like masturbation |
| I, let off, look on but L.E.G's off |
| Reachin for figures, the Feidian chips |
| I’m diarrhea nigga, you ain’t ready for this shit |
| Stop you dead in your tracks, what’s f’in with dat? |
| I wish a muh’fucker WOULD, shit I’m that fuckin good |
| Come stocked with raps but you gotta have flash |
| You, got to have FLASH, and FLAIR |
| Uh, give it to me now. |
| Fucked up, brah… |
| They never shoulda gave us niggas MONEY! |
| What about yo' raps Phonte, and, Big Pooh, 9th Wonder and L.E.G.A.C-eeeeeeeey! |
| Uh, excuse me playa, no I don’t mean to bother ya |
| But just in case the beat is hittin too hard for you |
| Just know, Phonte is doin his job, cause I |
| Stay on the scene like cinematographers |
| This is not a game, this a whole 'nother conference |
| I done, greeted and meet and thoughts is sharper now |
| Niggas got questions like Barbara Walters |
| While the so-called playas pro’lly won’t even talk to us |
| Phonte is rap for real, ya Massengill |
| Just thespians in the Screen Actors Guild |
| I really wanna re-lax and chill |
| But y’all fuckers gon' make me relapse for real |
| And take it back to '98 on you niggas |
| When I was straight disablin niggas |
| Iron Mics, 1st place, Cats-Cradling niggas |
| I ain’t got time to play witchu niggas |
| For now that’s all I gotta say to you niggas |
| This is history in the making and y’all’s ain’t been made yet |
| This is the single the radio ain’t played yet |
| Tay is not a safe bet, Raleigh niggas tried to carry me |
| But, I’m already at my Apex, holla! |
| You, got to have FLASH, and FLAIR |
| Younahmsayin? |
| Niggas tryna get on the mic |
| With all that goddamn rappity-rappity-rappin-and-rappin and all that shit. |
| With no flash, no emotion, no passion, no conviciton. |
| Nigga, you just a talking head! |
| And meanwhile, I’m holla’n at’cha girl, and she talkin head |
| Yanahmsayin, c’mon! |
| «OOOOOOOOOOOOOH, OOOH, OOH, RAHH, AHH!!» |