Flawless Songtext
von Supastition

There′s no stoppin' the boy, it′s hip-hop to the core
Forever droppin' it raw and I'mma do it flawless
It′s Carolina to death, until there′s nothing that's left
So forever I rep and I′mma do it flawless
I think it's time that we eat, you hear Prayz on the beat
Plus Supa so you know that everything′s flawless
Got the crowd goin' nuts, got ′em rowdy as fuck
Got 'em rowdy as fuck

I don't follow no rules or models, I′m misbehavin′
Don't try to pigeonhole me homie with restrictive labels
I drop some product then push it harder than chicks in labor
Just sick spittin′, no brick flippin', no pistol wavin′
But my conviction's like a kilo in a hustler′s hand
With a couple of grams tucked and stuffed in some rubber bands
Like scripts given to Russell Brand with a plush advance
To make my bucks expand I'm pedalin' public jams
Not to start up no sort of friction, Lord is my witness
But there was no shortage of attention before the business


I mean I wasn′t no important figure, surely nigga
But they always kept the gorgeous misses and some Jordan 6′s
They say I'm a rebel, nothin′ short of a misfit
I'm back, bringin′ the ruckus for my supporters who missed it
Supa's more than consistent, the game screams I ought to be
Mainstream but thankfully I′m water resistant

If this is food for thought, I'm servin' you a dinner course
Give hip-hop what they need, it′s like I heard your inner thoughts
A couple female rappers have got a fresh anatomy
But sex? Nah, that′d be verbal intercourse

Brothers wonder if my days are numbered like stock cars
Hopin' my stock falls? Not if I had locked jaw
Ride off flippin′ off cop cars, bumpin' Roc Marc′
And bop for your man, Supastition got bars

Let the drums tip the Richter Scale
I receive the prestige of Christian Bale
Listen to spill my pain like a victim of sickle cell
Cause I vocalize what street niggas felt
So I'm like a bow tie′d Malcolm X
You a bow tie'd Chippendale

After one bar they will label me born God
If you dislike the man, get in your fight stance, en garde
Critics are a nuisance, save your two cents for corn jars
Y'all bent out of shape like some obese porn stars


Peep how I′m goin′ off, the penmanship's limitless
Maneuver through the industry like I′m mimickin' Emmitt Smith
This is historic, you more than welcome to witness it
Attempt to turn the volume down and viciously get scissor kicked
By the samurai who let expensive grammar fly

My mind spray, I leave your train of thought vandalized
Shout out to Prayz, I would never let a fake produce me
I′d rather be spit in the face by the great Kabuki

Y'all busy chasin′ loot, Chinni I'm Whodini
Make moves but few seen it comin', I′m the true meanin′
A barbarian, that's why the bars carried him
The notoriety, don′t rely on that false arrogance
Spit with the speed of Usain Bolt, they ask if you changed
Nope! This ain't no 2 Chainz flow
Naw, this is more like a 36th Chamber Wu-Tang quote
Of a young reckless LL with a new Kangol
You ain′t know, bruh?