Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flawless, artist - Phife Dawg.
Date of issue: 24.09.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Flawless |
One time, yo |
Yo, you know what? |
I might not always say the right thing |
But I say what the fuck I feel |
On the real |
What the deal |
Knawmean? |
World’s greatest five-footer back up in yo shit |
Check it |
Let me ask you |
Who these cats, lookin' punanny-ish? |
For those who don’t understand, that’s some vagina shit |
I think I’m lost, yo, tell me what you’re dealin' with? |
Niggas' rhymes be watered down like porn star clitoris |
It’s so ridiculous, you’re soundin' hideous |
Talkin' tough, but be dressin' on some wussy shit |
Tight see-through shirt, on some hard nipple shit |
Fake Versace shades while all up in the club and shit |
Fake Rolex, it’ll change the color of your arm and shit |
Sports bras, halter tops, what the fuck is this? |
Dudes be brought up just to sell some records? |
Shit |
Then wanna be voice of the streets, you see this bullshit? |
Wait… if you gon' half-step in hip-hop, you need to stop |
This here remains in the street, play puss, you’re gettin' fucked |
Go 'head, play yourself with them ho-like hooks |
Sing ballads if it’s all about the Maxwell look |
Mack make-up with a pair of Wallis thinkin' you’re cute |
Fubu suit with Steve Madden boots make me wanna puke |
Phat Farm shorts with a garter belt, lookin' like a whore |
Or a purple bandanna 'cause it matches your shaw? |
Now tell me, what you rhymin' for? |
This shit is all about flows, fuck a fashion show |
Hip-Hop 101, Professor Diggy, yo |
And if you want it laid back call Kenny Lattimore |
No disrespect to these men, 'cause I like R&B |
But right here in my class we gonna emcee |
It’s all about the zigga-zigga, yeah, the scratch 'n' cut |
Graffiti art, jammin' in the park, holdin' your nuts, motherfuckers |
I am hip-hop, I walk hip-hop, I talk hip-hop |
I need hip-hop, I lust hip-hop, I love hip-hop |
B-Boy round the clock, doin' it non-stop |
Flawless! |
Diggy gon' hit you with the rawness |
Pass me the mic and I’mma scorch it |
And when mi done with it, mi just toss it |
But never force it |
My shit is flawless |
Mutty Ranks hit you with the rawness |
Pass me the mic and I’mma scorch it |
And when mi done with it, mi just toss it |
But never force it |
Peep the Groove Attack ensemble, we about to fly high |
Fuck majors, we independent like the 4th of July (Why?) |
I guess we didn’t really share the same vision |
But it was their decision |
Them fuckers just wouldn’t listen |
But now look who’s bitchin' |
While Phifey cuts with precision |
It’s my ass they’re kissin' |
Don’t worry 'bout what I’m shippin' |
As for Jive, I know they hate on how I blow up the spot |
How quickly they forget what got they ass to the top |
What they figure, I bust my ass to feed they dirty-ass kids? |
Get the fuck out of here, fuck am I, Britney Spears? |
These cats’ll turn you against your brethren if you let 'em, and how |
It’s the reason me and my former partner don’t talk now |
Communication is the key, capital word be unity |
These folks will guide you to your grave, then come and read the eulogy |
Independent like Philly, majors can’t do shit for me but suck mi toe |
Go find a MC with some half-assed flow |
But I understand these styles, they just quickly endin' now |
Forever wantin' to play games, but guess what, I’m not a child |
For the new breed of MC’s: learn to own your shit, gee |
Stay black, keep it real, purchase at |
Fuck a waiting to exhale, Malik is at once released |
While all you so-called CEO’s and A&R's get impeached |
Say Fudge — you shoulda never let me off the damn leash |
Ha-ha! |
Arrrf! |
Now break it down now |
I am hip-hop, I sleep hip-hop, I want hip-hop |
I love hip-hop, I lust hip-hop, I need hip-hop |
B-Boy round the clock, doin it non-stop |
And I’m flawless |
Diggy gon' hit you with the rawness |