Lyrics:

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







[ VERSE 1 ]



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 [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 whore



Or a purple bandana 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 gonnna emcee



It's all about the zhigge-zhigge, yeah, the scratch 'n cut



Graffiti art, jammin in the park, holdin your nuts



Muthafuckas, 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'ma 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'ma 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



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 [Name]



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