Ventilation lyrics

Artist  : Phife Dawg 
Song : Ventilation



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[Intro]



Say you wanna be a fly emcee (Uh-huh)



But can you really fuck with Phife Diggy (Hell
no)



You claim about how you get much bank



But Money can you fuck with Mutt Ranks



I be the emcee with the illest styles



Cause on the microphone I get buckwild



Haha! Yeah, fuck that



Bassline, yo hit me







[Verse One]



Check it, I'm shittin' on rappers this year



Who the fuck claims they want some of this here
(I dunno)



Go ahead, show your face, shall I crush your shit
now



Say a smidgeon of a word and I bust your shit
down



How dare you stand in my face with that old
nonsense



Toys 'R' Us lyrics, yo fuck that (?) concept



I back-smack niggas 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 shit



Never had a chance to do some wild out shit



B&S and folks I know were on some bitch-like
shit



So debt to label, on top of that, shady cats is
the management



I made a vow, no more gettin' penetrated



Fuck that old happy shit, peep the style that's
demonstrated



Right here nigga, let's just be real nigga



I know cats be actin' funny, you can go figure



What the fuck, you thought the Diggy was a pussy
nigga



Or better yet (What!) I ain't have it in me
nigga



Man please, I wax emcees of all types and
variations



While you jerk artists and put out bogus
compilations



When shit hit the fan, niggas go on vacation



Or wanna join the Nation "Phifey why's you
hatin'" - Q-Tip



Yo fuck the clowns Frank, yo peep the bullshit
they makin'



They fakin', look at all the talent they
wastin'



Now every artist on the roster, you know they
straight fuckin' 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 motherfuckin' sign, and to whom it may
concern



Kiss my never-mind, you couldn't hear the first
time?



Well nigga press rewind, the fuck y'all
thought?



Diggy Dawg wouldn't get his shine, yo let me find
out they corny



You know that ass 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 suck my



Testes dot com) And I'll gladly show you
maggots



Why you laid the bomb, it's true Phife, yo fuck
that



Money I'm just gettin' warm, to whom it may
concern FUCK THAT!



It's on! uh uh it's on! uh uh



It's on! it's on! uh uh it's on!







[Chorus 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 fuck 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 fuck out my session, you punk
bitch!







[Chorus 2x]