Juice Magazin - Flawless lyrics

[Intro: Phife Dawg] One time, yo Yo, you know what? I might not always say the right thing But I say what the f** I feel On the real What the deal Knawmean? World's greatest five-footer back up in yo sh** Check it Let me ask you [Verse 1] Who these cats, lookin punanny-ish? For those who don't understand, that's some vagina sh** I think I'm lost, yo, tell me what you're dealin' with? n***as' rhymes be watered down like p**n star cli*oris It's so ridiculous, you're soundin' hideous Talkin' tough, but be dressin' on some wussy sh** Tight see-through shirt, on some hard nipple sh** Fake Versace shades while all up in the club and sh** Fake Rolex, it'll change the color of your arm and sh** Sports bras, halter tops, what the f** is this? Dudes be brought up just to sell some records? sh*t Then wanna be voice of the streets, you see this bullsh**? Wait... if you gon' half-step in hip-hop, you need to stop This here remains in the street, play puss, you're gettin' f**ed 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 [brand name] thinkin' you're cute Fubu suit with Steve Madden boots make me wanna puke Phat Farm shorts with a garder belt, lookin' like a who*e Or a purple bandanna cause it matches your shaw? Now tell me, what you rhymin' for? This sh** is all about flows, f** 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 cla** we gonna emcee It's all about the zigga-zigga, yeah, the scratch 'n' cut Graffiti art, jammin' in the park, holdin' your nuts, motherf**ers [Hook] 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 Pa** me the mic and I'mma scorch it And when mi done with it, mi just toss it But never force it My sh** is flawless Mutty Ranks hit you with the rawness Pa** me the mic and I'mma scorch it And when mi done with it, mi just toss it But never force it [Verse 2] Peep the Groove Attack ensemble, we about to fly high f** 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 f**ers just wouldn't listen But now look who's b**hin' While Phifey cuts with precision It's my a** 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 a** to the top What they figure, I bust my a** to feed they dirty-a** kids? Get the f** out of here, f** 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 sh** for me but s** mi toe Go find a MC with some half-a**ed 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 sh**, gee Stay black, keep it real, purchase at [Name] f** 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 [Hook] 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