Fredwreck - Ventilation lyrics

[Intro] Say you wanna be a fly emcee (Uh-huh) But can you really f** with Phife Diggy (Hell no) You claim about how you get much bank But Money can you f** with Mutt Ranks I be the emcee with the illest styles Cause on the microphone I get buckwild Haha! Yeah, f** that Ba**line, yo hit me [Verse One] Check it, I'm sh**tin' on rappers this year Who the f** claims they want some of this here (I dunno) Go ahead, show your face, shall I crush your sh** now Say a smidgeon of a word and I bust your sh** down How dare you stand in my face with that old nonsense Toys 'R' Us lyrics, yo f** that (?) concept I back-smack n***as that claim to be the hardest Say the word battle and I'll gladly do the honors Now for the past, I guess you heard me on some wild sh** Never had a chance to do some wild out sh** B&S and folks I know were on some b**h-like sh** So debt to label, on top of that, shady cats is the management I made a vow, no more gettin' penetrated f** that old happy sh**, peep the style that's demonstrated Right here n***a, let's just be real n***a I know cats be actin' funny, you can go figure What the f**, you thought the Diggy was a p**y n***a Or better yet (What!) I ain't have it in me n***a Man please, I wax emcees of all types and variations While you jerk artists and put out bogus compilations When sh** hit the fan, n***as go on vacation Or wanna join the Nation "Phifey why's you hatin'" - Q-Tip Yo f** the clowns Frank, yo peep the bullsh** they makin' They fakin', look at all the talent they wastin' Now every artist on the roster, you know they straight f**in' prankin' No more of that will Phife be takin', it's money time! Like Heather B I'm takin' mine, and that's my word I'm more anxious than Ginuwine, I straight get on some M.O.P meanin' blast a nine, Once again for two-thou Mutty ain't refined, while two of our fakers from beyond The motherf**in' sign, and to whom it may concern Kiss my never-mind, you couldn't hear the first time? Well n***a press rewind, the f** y'all thought? Diggy Dawg wouldn't get his shine, yo let me find out they corny You know that a** is mine, and if you'd like to see me I ain't too hard to find, just e-mail me at (Three W dot kiss my behind and s** my Testes dot com) And I'll gladly show you maggots Why you laid the bomb, it's true Phife, yo f** that Money I'm just gettin' warm, to whom it may concern fu*k THAT! It's on! uh uh it's on! uh uh It's on! it's on! uh uh it's on! [Hook 2x] It's ventilation! I gotta air some things out I know a few understand what I'm talkin' about Hold that! Take that with you! Take that with you! Hold that! Hold that! Take that with you! Take that with you! Hold that! [Verse Two] Phife Diggy got these rappers feelin' uneasy Physically and mentally they say they wanna emcee, but it ain't meant to be I discredit all jerks, full force 'Til they discover who's the man, which leads me to this next discourse I'm so disquited with hiphop, cause yo it's disgraceful Disinfect all of you roaches, clean 'em up, Lord thank you What we need is discipline, all of these rappers don't trifle Sould I just join. I can't do that cause I'm a hiphop disciple Standin' next to Bambataa, holdin' fort is how we do Those who disrespect the culture, (What!) we seein' you Disfigure you! (Disfigure you!) Discard you! (Discard you!) These shiney emcees know the flavor, they get disfavored So from now on my brethren use your discretion Don't f** yourself and if you do I hope your usin' protection How many you murdered on your album, or is that just for attention? These labels got y'all like Muppets so I'ma play Jimmy Henson Mutt Dawg for two-thou, makin' moves like George Jetson See every dog has his day, so this year no half-steppin' To hear Phife Diggy on the mic, yes sir it's such a blessin' Now get the f** out my session, you punk b**h! [Hook 2x]