Filthy
Classified, DJ Premier
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Being a professional at our work That is rapidly becoming a world of amateurs What are your qualifications? You, you, you, you got 5 (yeah) You got five, five minutes, you, you, you You got (uh) five minutes to perform your fake act Yeah, uh, you think you know me homie You phony rappers talk baloney, y'all so far below me Blow me, there ain't nobody who control me I'm in a league of my own, I'm ain't competing for no trophy I don't need no album budget, I record and make my own beats Hit the studio all by myself, stand on my own feet I'm a different breed, I do this for the crowd applause Turn this hobby to a job, don't need no feature on a blog, nah I ain't a star, I'm an asteroid Trying to avoid these fake girls, takin' botox and ass steroids Bunch of people who talk behind your backside Like dissing someone on Twitter and not putting the "at" sign You scramblin' (scramblin'), career is over-easy Been a dick since I was an egg in my mother's ovaries Please believe me I ain't your rapper's favourite rapper I'm my fans favourite rapper, this is just the latest chapter Shout out to the artists working hard and undiscovered That's my father on the guitar, I call him my motherfucker, oh You think you know me, you don't know me, Kid, you're way off I'm here to restore order 'Cause we all live in chaos, this is filthy There you have it, the uncut of rap Of rap, you see me do this shit? We the hottest thing ever Who is this?" Class! This is last man standing This is filthy, dirty, grimy, cruddy, Feel so good but it sound so ugly, nasty, cruddy Oh so muddy, we get 'em up You better ask somebody Ayo, I spent the week in detox, but now I'm staring at my weed box Excited to get higher than the treetops Living in a cold world, and this is how I defrost Strike like a peacock in a fresh pair of Reeboks Yeah, it's a thin line between magic and a bad trick It's a matter of opinion between the wackest and the classics So make sure whatever I make, I love it, first and foremost 'Cause artists steal a style and move on when it's worn out Kanye sped his samples up, everybody sped 'em up Then the South slowed it down and everybody slowed it down Then Drake and 40 showed them how to use a filter How you supposed to hold the crown When you don't even own your sound, huh? I grew up on that boom bap, loud kick and snare Kept rocking with it even when that sound disappeared Came into the game when white rappers weren't a cliche But man oh man, that's sure changing these days Shit is filthy There you have it, the uncut of rap Of rap, you see me do this shit? We the hottest thing ever Who is this?" Class! This is last man standing This is filthy, dirty, grimy, cruddy, Feel so good but it sound so ugly, nasty, cruddy Oh so muddy, we get 'em up You better ask somebody (Yeah) you got five, you, you got five (Premo) you, you, you got five (Class, always wanted to say that) Five minutes to preform your fake act Act (and then we're taking over it)
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Written by: Luke Donald Boyd, Christopher Edward Martin
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