Flash and Flare - Little Brother, L.E.G.A.C.Y.

Hehe, gotta have flash and flare

Flamboyant on y’all

9th, Wonder… L.E.G.A.C.Y…uh, Phonte

These rappers babble on how they time’ll come one day

That shit’ll never come like mail on a sunday

You lackin somethin, must be the flash or somethin

We love tainted, pure L.E.G.A.C.Y.

and Tay’ll get you

Frustrated, groups break up like B2K

Don’t care how you spit nigga, got +Flair+ like Rick nigga

Critics thought they sank me but I hold my float

They tried to hang me but I’m dope-on-a-rope

Doom style, get on stage and boo the crowd

From my throne patient, hold my own like masturbation

I, let off, look on but L.E.G's off

Reachin for figures, the Feidian chips

I’m diarrhea nigga, you ain’t ready for this shit

Stop you dead in your tracks, what’s f’in with dat?

I wish a muh’fucker WOULD, shit I’m that fuckin good

Come stocked with raps but you gotta have flash

You, got to have FLASH, and FLAIR

Uh, give it to me now.

Fucked up, brah…

​​ They never shoulda gave us niggas MONEY!

What about yo' raps Phonte, and, Big Pooh, 9th Wonder and L.E.G.A.C-eeeeeeeey!

Uh, excuse me playa, no I don’t mean to bother ya

But just in case the beat is hittin too hard for you

Just know, Phonte is doin his job, cause I

Stay on the scene like cinematographers

This is not a game, this a whole 'nother conference

I done, greeted and meet and thoughts is sharper now

Niggas got questions like Barbara Walters

While the so-called playas pro’lly won’t even talk to us

Phonte is rap for real, ya Massengill

Just thespians in the Screen Actors Guild

I really wanna re-lax and chill

But y’all fuckers gon' make me relapse for real

And take it back to '98 on you niggas

When I was straight disablin niggas

Iron Mics, 1st place, Cats-Cradling niggas

I ain’t got time to play witchu niggas

For now that’s all I gotta say to you niggas

This is history in the making and y’all’s ain’t been made yet

This is the single the radio ain’t played yet

Tay is not a safe bet, Raleigh niggas tried to carry me

But, I’m already at my Apex, holla!

You, got to have FLASH, and FLAIR

Younahmsayin?

Niggas tryna get on the mic

With all that goddamn rappity-rappity-rappin-and-rappin and all that shit.

With no flash, no emotion, no passion, no conviciton.

Nigga, you just a talking head!

And meanwhile, I’m holla’n at’cha girl, and she talkin head

Yanahmsayin, c’mon!

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