J Dilla - Filth lyrics

rate me

Filth flowing, flowing filth for the flame

Asking cool, goddamn

Now let me tell you the motherfuck I am

Jay Dee the man like spam, come in a can

Fat like fam bur rap like…

Ass sweeter than the Grand Canyon

Known ‘cause I’m a scam lord…

Niggas critiquing like a pasty bitch

Know that most of these hoes sick

They need to move out of my face, I bust this

I bust rap like the bloods will bust caps

Doing it, just like cribs to bust back

Take me with, all of my niggas talk trash

Back trash talking with a can of whip ass

Smashing like a fast, they ain’t scared to blast…

Fuck that, it’ll never happen

Not gonna whoop and whether is the rap

Or the streets that I’m flipping like…

I’m not gonna stop, out of control, can’t flap it

Niggas slapping, probably those same niggas napping…