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 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 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 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
 Peep the Groove Attack ensemble, we about to fly high
 Fuck majors, we independent like the fourth 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, arf, 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