
Flash and Flare Little Brother (Ft. L.E.G.A.C.Y.)
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{sampling "Emerald City Sequence" from The Wiz}
You, got to have FLASH, and FLARE (2x)
[Intro: L.E.G.A.C.Y.]
Hehe, gotta have flash and flare
Flamboyant on y'all
{This is a Little Brother exclusive}
9th, Wonder...L.E.G.A.C.Y...uh, Phonte
[Verse 1: L.E.G.A.C.Y.]
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 FLARE (2x)
[Intro: L.E.G.A.C.Y.]
Hehe, gotta have flash and flare
Flamboyant on y'all
{This is a Little Brother exclusive}
9th, Wonder...L.E.G.A.C.Y...uh, Phonte
[Verse 1: L.E.G.A.C.Y.]
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
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