Aaallllthough There Are Oceans We Must Cross (We Must Cross)
And Mountains That We Must Climb (We Still Got A Long Way To Go)
{"I Testify"}
I Knoooooooow That Every Game Must Have A Loss
So Pray That Our Loss Is Nothing But Time
(It Seems That Anybod Will Buy In To Anything These Days. It's Funny But It's Serious. Listen.)
[Verse 1: Classified]
Now This Is All Before The Throw Backs, Trucker Hats, Spinners And The Platinum
Fans Come And Go, Ya'll Need To Recognize What's Happenin'
Far As I Remember, In 1982, There Was No One Hatin' You If You Rocked The Latest Shoes
Sytles Change Daily Like Everyones Opinion
Buy The Latest Fashion Just So You Can Fit In
In '89 Everybody Had Hammer Pants
And They Was Topped Off Nice With A Brand New [?]
Everybody Wore It
Now-A-Days Ain't A Chance That Any Of Us Sport It
And That's Why I Record This
Wanted All The Newest Style But Could Never Afford It
But Did Have A Mullet In My Elementry Porterate
Lesson Learned I Looked Stupid As Hell
But I Can Laugh At Myself Now Cause Kid I'm Doing Well
I Just Do It For Myself
Make Sure My Music's Felt
This Is Real Life Reality, Play What You Was Dealt
C'mon!
Aaallllthough There Are Oceans We Must Cross (We Must Cross)
And Mountains That We Must Climb (You Gotta Win To Lose, You Gotta Lose To Win)
{"I Testify"}
I Knoooooooow That Every Game Must Have A Loss
(Don't Be Jumpin' On The Newest Thing Every Other Day. Cause It's Going Quicker Than It Came.)
So Pray That Our Loss Is Nothing But Time
[Verse 2: Classified]
Hookin' Sped-Up Samples, Everybodies Usin' It
I Try To Skip Past But Can't Bring Myself To It
What Sounds Good Is Good, Keep It Plain And Simple
But Pitch Hit The Vocals And Slice A Bitch Insturmental
Back To The 80's Though, Kids Wearing Bike Shorts
Lookin' Like They Idoits, So This Is What I Write For
Open Your Eyes, All These Fans Are Fading Out
Like Pull-Over Chicago Bull And L.A. Raider Coats
Say It Ain't So But All Of It Gets Played Though
Like Sneakers With Velcro, Speakin' What You All Know
Preachin' With A Raw Flow, Tryin' To Make It Easy
You Don't Need To Buy These Things Just Cause It's On The Tv
Believe Me! I Did The Same Thing In High School
I Had The Doc Martin Shoes And Thought "Classified's Cool"
But C'mon That Went Out Quicker Than A British Night
So Now I Spit It Right Everytime I Hit The Mic
Wha!!
Aaallllthough There Are Oceans We Must Cross (We Must Cross)
And Mountains That We Must Climb (Still Goin')
{"I Testify"}
I Knoooooooow That Every Game Must Have A Loss
(Another Trend Another Day)
So Pray That Our Loss Is Nothing But Time
[Verse 3: Classified]
And I Remember Women With Their Haircut Lookin' A Straight Menace
With They Bangs A Foot In The Air Like Elaine Bennes
These Wack Trend Setters Get Backed By Pretenders
Leg Warmers, Mesh Shirts, All That Shit!
I Remember!
I'm Sick Of Seeing 'no Fear' On Peoples Windsheilds
Cause Everybody Had It On Their Car Or Truck In Enfield
Remember Fanny Packs, Or Pouch, Or Whatever You Called It
Kids Used To Wear Them With Nothin' In It And Think They We're Ballin'!
We All Fell In To It
But Yes This Game Is Fresh
So I Still Try To Improve It, Persue It
But If Rap Fails, I'm Growin' Back My Rat Tail
Movin' Back To Enfield And Livin' A Simple Life
Aaallllthough There Are Oceans We Must Cross (And That's It)
And Mountains That We Must Climb (We're Still Goin' Uphill)
{"I Testify"}
I Knoooooooow That Every Game Must Have A Loss
(We Gotta Learn From Our Mistakes, You Know We're Wastin' Money Out Here)
So Pray That Our Loss Is Nothing But Time
Aaallllthough There Are Oceans We Must Cross
And Mountains That We Must Climb
I Knoooooooow That Every Game Must Have A Loss
So Pray That Our Loss Is Nothing But Time
Aaallllthough
The Final Time lyrics - Classified
[Verse 1]
Name is Classified, MC and producer
been doin this for a couple years now, still tryin to get through to ya
Born in Nova Scotia close to 25 years ago or so
started spittin around 15 and puttin beats down at 16
I was one in a million, no one ever tried what I did
there was no real hip hopers doin shit like this in the place that I live
I came to Halifax and I've been here for like half a decade
Tryin to earn the respect of MC's, didn't worry about tryin to get paid
And I won't lie, the reception I got was kinda lukewarm
But I stuck with my craft, perfected it in true form in every new song
Now I'm doin shows and tourin straight across the country
Supportin myself with music and startin to make a little money
[Journalist]
"Cla... Class... Right here, right here, Class. I just want to know
what you think about hip-hop these days, in your eyes, how do you see it?"
Well if you ever listen to a track by Class, you'd know how I feel
But let me put it to ya plain and simple, I hate this shit for real
there ain't no skill, ain't no wordplay, just mimics and clones
They all say they're keepin it real, but won't admit that they're wrong
And we got underground cats who are trying to be different... That's respectable
But it's a fine line between being different and good'n and different and pitiful
Your beats are made with pots'n pans and they don't hit
And if you can flow on a beat then please just leave and don't spit'n that's it
I got nothin else to say about this rap shit
I'm doin me now, forget everyone else, I'm already passed it
Now it's about the masses and gettin my music out to'em
So I careless about these so called, "MC's" screw'em, next question
[Chorus]
I'm hearin all the same questions, same things, different interviews
Just another day goin by, same reply comin outa Luke
Let me tell ya for the final time...
[Journalist]
"Could you tell me something no one else knows about you?"
"Classified, could you tell me who inspires you?"
"What's your real name?"
[Chorus]
"Class, when did you first start rhymin?"
"Who are you workin with right now?"
"Class, Class... Where do ya, where do ya got to go next... what's next?"
[Verse 2]
Still writtin, still droppin bangers
still spittin, still trying to enlighten
Doin beats for everybody from no names to Maestro Fresh Wes
Did a few songs on his new album, some are sayin their his best yet
Toured with Ludacris, that was dope but pissed his management off
I'm a hard act to follow, at least that's what his management thought
I careless who I'm playin with, I still give 100%
I'm finally gettin recognized but still have trouble payin my rent
Workin on my tenth record, my tenth demo, call it what you will
Still recordin in my bedroom studio without a record deal
But things will change, I'm a patient guy, I know what I'm workin with
This record industry's funny, you can't keep me behind curtains kid
[Journalist]
"Class, Class, excuse me, you've been doin this for a little while now
what are you going to do if it doesn't work out?"
Well a job ain't for me, I'll tell ya the truth I'm a lazy cat
So if this hip-hop shit don't work out I got nowhere else to fall back
Ain't trying to go to school, or go back to doing computer support
I FUCKIN HATED that job so of course it'll be my last resort
I'm trying to make some cash, through rap so I can support my ass
But never change my style for anybody, still the same old Class
And if I make it or not, it doesn't matter I'll still do this
Just behind closed doors the way I started with this music
[Chorus]
[Journalist]
"Class, tell me what makes you different from everyone else?"
"Where did you grow up at?"
"How old are you?"
[Chorus]
"Do people compare you to Eminem?"
"Classified, how would you describe your music?"
[Class]
It's hip-hop... That's it... Stop askin the same questions
Name is Classified, MC and producer
been doin this for a couple years now, still tryin to get through to ya
Born in Nova Scotia close to 25 years ago or so
started spittin around 15 and puttin beats down at 16
I was one in a million, no one ever tried what I did
there was no real hip hopers doin shit like this in the place that I live
I came to Halifax and I've been here for like half a decade
Tryin to earn the respect of MC's, didn't worry about tryin to get paid
And I won't lie, the reception I got was kinda lukewarm
But I stuck with my craft, perfected it in true form in every new song
Now I'm doin shows and tourin straight across the country
Supportin myself with music and startin to make a little money
[Journalist]
"Cla... Class... Right here, right here, Class. I just want to know
what you think about hip-hop these days, in your eyes, how do you see it?"
Well if you ever listen to a track by Class, you'd know how I feel
But let me put it to ya plain and simple, I hate this shit for real
there ain't no skill, ain't no wordplay, just mimics and clones
They all say they're keepin it real, but won't admit that they're wrong
And we got underground cats who are trying to be different... That's respectable
But it's a fine line between being different and good'n and different and pitiful
Your beats are made with pots'n pans and they don't hit
And if you can flow on a beat then please just leave and don't spit'n that's it
I got nothin else to say about this rap shit
I'm doin me now, forget everyone else, I'm already passed it
Now it's about the masses and gettin my music out to'em
So I careless about these so called, "MC's" screw'em, next question
[Chorus]
I'm hearin all the same questions, same things, different interviews
Just another day goin by, same reply comin outa Luke
Let me tell ya for the final time...
[Journalist]
"Could you tell me something no one else knows about you?"
"Classified, could you tell me who inspires you?"
"What's your real name?"
[Chorus]
"Class, when did you first start rhymin?"
"Who are you workin with right now?"
"Class, Class... Where do ya, where do ya got to go next... what's next?"
[Verse 2]
Still writtin, still droppin bangers
still spittin, still trying to enlighten
Doin beats for everybody from no names to Maestro Fresh Wes
Did a few songs on his new album, some are sayin their his best yet
Toured with Ludacris, that was dope but pissed his management off
I'm a hard act to follow, at least that's what his management thought
I careless who I'm playin with, I still give 100%
I'm finally gettin recognized but still have trouble payin my rent
Workin on my tenth record, my tenth demo, call it what you will
Still recordin in my bedroom studio without a record deal
But things will change, I'm a patient guy, I know what I'm workin with
This record industry's funny, you can't keep me behind curtains kid
[Journalist]
"Class, Class, excuse me, you've been doin this for a little while now
what are you going to do if it doesn't work out?"
Well a job ain't for me, I'll tell ya the truth I'm a lazy cat
So if this hip-hop shit don't work out I got nowhere else to fall back
Ain't trying to go to school, or go back to doing computer support
I FUCKIN HATED that job so of course it'll be my last resort
I'm trying to make some cash, through rap so I can support my ass
But never change my style for anybody, still the same old Class
And if I make it or not, it doesn't matter I'll still do this
Just behind closed doors the way I started with this music
[Chorus]
[Journalist]
"Class, tell me what makes you different from everyone else?"
"Where did you grow up at?"
"How old are you?"
[Chorus]
"Do people compare you to Eminem?"
"Classified, how would you describe your music?"
[Class]
It's hip-hop... That's it... Stop askin the same questions
Still Hip-Hop Interlude lyrics - Classified
Whats The Deal With The Air Force 1's And The Bling That You Rock On Your Chains?
Just Because Ya See It In A Video Doesn't Mean You Hafta Act Like A Skank
There's A Lot Of Fuckin' Gangsta's Honey
And The Rappers Sayin' Nothin' Still Makin' Money
Dope, Crack, Knives, Gats, [?] And All Of That
It's Still Hip Hop To Me
Bling Bling, Shiny Things, Back Packs And All Of That
It's Still Hip Hop To Me
What's Wrong With The Car I'm Driving Can't You Tell That It's Out Of Style
Should I Get A Set Of 20" Rims Just To Drive An American Mile?
It Doesn't Matter If You Really Like It Or Not
As Long As Your Living It Is Still Considered Hip Hop
Dope, Crack, Knives, Gats, [?] And All Of That
It's Still Hip Hop To Me
Bling Bling, Shiny Things, Back Packs And All Of That
It's Still Hip Hop To Me
Heh... That Was Fuckin' Stupid...
But I Liked It!
Just Because Ya See It In A Video Doesn't Mean You Hafta Act Like A Skank
There's A Lot Of Fuckin' Gangsta's Honey
And The Rappers Sayin' Nothin' Still Makin' Money
Dope, Crack, Knives, Gats, [?] And All Of That
It's Still Hip Hop To Me
Bling Bling, Shiny Things, Back Packs And All Of That
It's Still Hip Hop To Me
What's Wrong With The Car I'm Driving Can't You Tell That It's Out Of Style
Should I Get A Set Of 20" Rims Just To Drive An American Mile?
It Doesn't Matter If You Really Like It Or Not
As Long As Your Living It Is Still Considered Hip Hop
Dope, Crack, Knives, Gats, [?] And All Of That
It's Still Hip Hop To Me
Bling Bling, Shiny Things, Back Packs And All Of That
It's Still Hip Hop To Me
Heh... That Was Fuckin' Stupid...
But I Liked It!
Sibling Rivalry lyrics - Classified (feat. Mic Boyd)
[Verse One]
Oh here we go again, mics pissed off
Rhyme for a year think he's all Hip Hop
Well excuse me please Mr. 10 year veteran
It looks like the fame might be going to your head again
Look I've had it up to hear, always talking me down
Bossing me around, scared I'm taking your crown
Not even in the slightest
Ya we'll see
Man you wouldn't write shit if it wasn't for me
You Ain't have no cd's no free beats, no trips you
Ain't Grateful for none of that shit
wait run it back kid, you Ain't paid me a buck
why you think I never had money for that stuff
Cause you cant keep a job
Man neither can you
I left home in 98' mom and pops still ya crew
Fuck it I'll get personal, put it in perspective
You grew up with a silver spoon and never learned a lesson
Everything was handed to you
That wasn't my choice, mom and dad only had enough
money for only one boy
And that's me more skill more sick more ill
more spit more flow, let's go, no joke
No bro let me tell them how it really is
I'm more ill more balanced more real and more talented
We constantly have these rivalries [x5]
Okay enough with the singer man I thought you were a mc
Ya I spit raw, and sing a smooth melody
I'm multi talented, you stick to the basics
You find what you good at and never ever change it
Ya I found what I'm good at, I say I got a formula
Still keep it fresh not the same old boring stuff
Everyday you call tho
Bro you're the sickest just give me a beat man come on
I'm fuckin rippin'
Some things never change
Ya I'm still getttin hand outs, jsut got my first pair of Hammer pants now
You a second rate rapper
What? Gettin better cause I rhymed for a year and your boys think I'm better
Ohhhh, I'll give you credit you can rhyme
But you only just started and already in your prime
Your only going down while I'm slowly going up
Gettin higher in this game while your only smokin up
Fuck you!!!
Fuck you!!!!!
Bitch I've had it with your attitude
Ya but I'm your brother so really what can ya do?
Your still gonna give me beats for free
Your right, I hope you blow yo your signed to half life
And that's me more smart more skill more sick more ill
more spit, more flow, let's go, no joke
No bro let me tell them how it really is
I'm more ill more balanced more real and more talented
Oh here we go again, mics pissed off
Rhyme for a year think he's all Hip Hop
Well excuse me please Mr. 10 year veteran
It looks like the fame might be going to your head again
Look I've had it up to hear, always talking me down
Bossing me around, scared I'm taking your crown
Not even in the slightest
Ya we'll see
Man you wouldn't write shit if it wasn't for me
You Ain't have no cd's no free beats, no trips you
Ain't Grateful for none of that shit
wait run it back kid, you Ain't paid me a buck
why you think I never had money for that stuff
Cause you cant keep a job
Man neither can you
I left home in 98' mom and pops still ya crew
Fuck it I'll get personal, put it in perspective
You grew up with a silver spoon and never learned a lesson
Everything was handed to you
That wasn't my choice, mom and dad only had enough
money for only one boy
And that's me more skill more sick more ill
more spit more flow, let's go, no joke
No bro let me tell them how it really is
I'm more ill more balanced more real and more talented
We constantly have these rivalries [x5]
Okay enough with the singer man I thought you were a mc
Ya I spit raw, and sing a smooth melody
I'm multi talented, you stick to the basics
You find what you good at and never ever change it
Ya I found what I'm good at, I say I got a formula
Still keep it fresh not the same old boring stuff
Everyday you call tho
Bro you're the sickest just give me a beat man come on
I'm fuckin rippin'
Some things never change
Ya I'm still getttin hand outs, jsut got my first pair of Hammer pants now
You a second rate rapper
What? Gettin better cause I rhymed for a year and your boys think I'm better
Ohhhh, I'll give you credit you can rhyme
But you only just started and already in your prime
Your only going down while I'm slowly going up
Gettin higher in this game while your only smokin up
Fuck you!!!
Fuck you!!!!!
Bitch I've had it with your attitude
Ya but I'm your brother so really what can ya do?
Your still gonna give me beats for free
Your right, I hope you blow yo your signed to half life
And that's me more smart more skill more sick more ill
more spit, more flow, let's go, no joke
No bro let me tell them how it really is
I'm more ill more balanced more real and more talented
What's Real lyrics - Classified
I Love You
So I sit and write sometimes (I sit and write sometimes)
I'm very clear my love
to say what's in my heart
But all those lines all fall apart [?]
[Verse 1: Classified]
It's such an old cliche but paints a perfect picture
I know I'm busy a lot I'm really tryin' to work this with ya
And I ain't the sappy type but listen' I'ma set it straight
I know I'm missin' Birthdays and other important dates
But this music's got my hands tied and it keeps gettin' tighter
I know it'll pay off, the dark days'll seem better
And it really ain't that bad but I see where ya comin' from
I'm gone by the weeks you gotta stay home to make ends meat
You wakeup at 6, I sleep in to 10 o'clock
You work a 9 to 5 and I stay home without a job
And I can see why that pisses you off and pushes your buttons
But you can't forget girl I ain't doin' this for nothin'
Sometimes I'd rather go out, than make beats or write rhymes
But I gotta take advantage and take a chance in this lifetime
I hope you understand that, I know you waitin' patiently
But gimme a little time, I'll make this worth your while I guarunteed
So listen for a minute
I Love You
So I sit and write sometimes (I sit and write sometimes)
I'm very clear my love
to say what's in my heart
But all those lines all fall apart [?]
[Verse 2: Classified]
Now step in my shoes and see this from my view
Got 10 years of payin' dues
If I succeed so do you
If I'm rich than so are you
And I know that ain't important
And I know that you support me and everything I'm recording
But we all need assurance, ain't no shame in admittin' it
Soon you'll have a ring sliding down over your fingertip
I know your waitin', and I ain't the most romantic
But I know what I have and I ain't taking that for granted
Patience is a virtue that I know most of us lack
5 years together, that's longer than most marriges last
So please bear with me cause through thick and thin
I'm trying to build a foundation, I just hope your listenin'
And I respect you, that's why I never fuck whores on tour
Treat you like I should, but I know sometimes you get ignored
And I spend too much time haning with Mary Jane
Worrying about this hip hop shits a scary game
And rappers are a dime a dozen, you get used up
Fans fade away, turn on you, and tell ya "You suck"
But I know you'll be here still wit' me when it's through
So don't ever think I'll put this music shit ahead of you
And that's what's real
[x2:]
I Love You
So I sit and write sometimes
I'm very clear my love
to say what's in my heart
But all those lines all fall apart [?]
So I sit and write sometimes (I sit and write sometimes)
I'm very clear my love
to say what's in my heart
But all those lines all fall apart [?]
[Verse 1: Classified]
It's such an old cliche but paints a perfect picture
I know I'm busy a lot I'm really tryin' to work this with ya
And I ain't the sappy type but listen' I'ma set it straight
I know I'm missin' Birthdays and other important dates
But this music's got my hands tied and it keeps gettin' tighter
I know it'll pay off, the dark days'll seem better
And it really ain't that bad but I see where ya comin' from
I'm gone by the weeks you gotta stay home to make ends meat
You wakeup at 6, I sleep in to 10 o'clock
You work a 9 to 5 and I stay home without a job
And I can see why that pisses you off and pushes your buttons
But you can't forget girl I ain't doin' this for nothin'
Sometimes I'd rather go out, than make beats or write rhymes
But I gotta take advantage and take a chance in this lifetime
I hope you understand that, I know you waitin' patiently
But gimme a little time, I'll make this worth your while I guarunteed
So listen for a minute
I Love You
So I sit and write sometimes (I sit and write sometimes)
I'm very clear my love
to say what's in my heart
But all those lines all fall apart [?]
[Verse 2: Classified]
Now step in my shoes and see this from my view
Got 10 years of payin' dues
If I succeed so do you
If I'm rich than so are you
And I know that ain't important
And I know that you support me and everything I'm recording
But we all need assurance, ain't no shame in admittin' it
Soon you'll have a ring sliding down over your fingertip
I know your waitin', and I ain't the most romantic
But I know what I have and I ain't taking that for granted
Patience is a virtue that I know most of us lack
5 years together, that's longer than most marriges last
So please bear with me cause through thick and thin
I'm trying to build a foundation, I just hope your listenin'
And I respect you, that's why I never fuck whores on tour
Treat you like I should, but I know sometimes you get ignored
And I spend too much time haning with Mary Jane
Worrying about this hip hop shits a scary game
And rappers are a dime a dozen, you get used up
Fans fade away, turn on you, and tell ya "You suck"
But I know you'll be here still wit' me when it's through
So don't ever think I'll put this music shit ahead of you
And that's what's real
[x2:]
I Love You
So I sit and write sometimes
I'm very clear my love
to say what's in my heart
But all those lines all fall apart [?]
Unexplainable Hunger (Remix) lyrics - Classified (feat. Royce Da 5'9" & Kid Vicous)
[Intro: Royce Da 5'9" - talking (Classified) "Scratched Samples"]
["Royce 5'9""]
The M.I.C. baby
["Classified"]
It's called Unexplainable Hunger
["Ch-Choclair"]
From U.S. to Canada
(Mic check one, two)
Of course my name is Royce 5'9"
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(You want to set this off?)
Yeah, yeah (let 'em know)
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Once upon a time in the city of crime
A nigga named Nickel Nine, came in with the nine
Flamin, with the rhyme, the flame quick as the nine
Aimin at the game sayin "the city is mines" (now)
He looked like the type you underestimate
He's never a suspect, no one investigates (uh huh)
He be beatin them charges with mothers and fathers goin (on and on and
On and) [Royce 5'9"]
It should be a felony to be this vicious on the beat
I'm dope, I'm sellin D like a Piston on the streets
Yellin "D! ", for the cheddar cheese
The cheddar I brought, letter B
Like a spelling bee, the pathetic bark, let it be (be, be)
Or get ya chain snatched y'all (y'all)
Jaw cut is a stain of train track scar (scar)
Whoever think of talkin shit to me'll be a memory
His train of thought will stain that car (uh)
I will stretch your dreams from the front seat to the back seat, if I
Could blow a brain that far
Niggaz want to get to know me all 'cause the way I be spittin
Every ho, every bitch in the city be goin...
[Chorus: Classified "Scratched Samples"]
We give 'em what they want! (yeah, yeah)
["With these rhymes that are classic"]
So tell 'em who it is!
["Royce 5'9""]
["Starvin MC"]
["It's, it's hard to explain"]
["Hard to explain"]
["They're tryin to get the meal"]
We give 'em what they want!
["With these rhymes that are classic"]
So tell 'em who it is!
Classified
["Starvin MC"]
["It's, it's hard to explain"]
["Hard, hard"]
["They're tryin to get the meal"]
[Verse 2: Classified]
Yeah, I'm from a place where it snows six months of the year
Coldhearted, livin off a blunt and a beer
Bodyslam MC's, have 'em runnin for clear
And I'm a skinny white dude, I ain't nothin to fear (Class)
More advanced than you technical cats
Your literature's littered, (literally) edible trash
You rappers gone nuts? Get your testicles back
I got the competition sweatin more than sexual acts [moaning]
Now take your shot, you think you gettin me?
It's like Snoop Dogg really goin out and quittin weed
I'm always gettin louder man, never thought you'd listen
Leave you walkin different, without a pot to piss in
Came in this game, no plan and no structure
No love from labels, so basically "fuck ya! "
Learned to play my part for the love of this art
Spittin with the same passion I did at the start
I feel a warm breeze
[Chorus: Classified "Scratched Samples"]
["With these rhymes that are classic"]
Yeah
So tell 'em who it is!
["Classified"]
["Starvin MC"]
["It's, it's hard to explain"]
["Hard, hard"]
["They're tryin to get the meal"]
We give 'em what they want!
["With these rhymes that are classic"]
So tell 'em who it is!
["Cho-Choclair"]
["What up, what up, what up, what up"]
("Starvin MC")
["It's, it's hard to explain"]
Talk to 'em
["They're tryin to get the meal"]
[Verse 3: Choclair]
Check me out y'all, yo, yo, Choclair, see, shit ain't sweet
Cheese sandwiches for lunch, two jeans by week
A dollar short for the bus fare again this week
Deprivation from the sleep 'cause them barrels speak
I tried to elevate myself, got a nine to five
But yo it's hard when you makin three ninety five
You turned crosseyed, take your eyes off the prize
Lose focus, lose balance on this fucked up line
So, grab your gruff dog, pull yourself up (yeah)
'Cause these haters just waitin to take your spot up
Brush your shoulders off, pop your collar
Make some power moves and then get dollars
Then these girls go and leave their scent on your collar
Bring their scent home, then wifey's gon' holla
She say you let consumers just dip into the product
But really you be showin your supporters that you got 'em
So daps for the fellas (yeah), hugs for the ladies (yeah)
Some kiss me on the cheek, some act a little crazy
+Parking Lot Pimpin'+ and they call pumpin Jay-Z
Yo, it's just a summer, make me want to cop a Hummer (woo!)
But yo, it's just shocks with a trailer load of lumber
Got the hot tracks that hit every summer (summer)
Yo, it's just Royce Nickel Nine, with my boy Classified
Yo it's Ch-Ch-Ch-Choclair
[Break: Royce Da 5'9" - talking, "Scratched Sample"] [echo]
Yeah
I want to introduce y'all to my young pitbull
["With these rhymes that are classic"]
We call 'em Vishis in the U.S. y'all
[Verse 4: Kid Vishis]
Yeah, yeah, I'm a beast, shouldn't been let up out of the cage
I will blaze, any rapper you niggaz bring in my way (ay!)
Dude'll box you, dude'll pop you
You punks get chopped, my rifle's goin Kung fu (woo, woo)
Two shots'll ruin your Botox and shatter your whole block
If you chatter a whole lot
The young boss, another book, another pen, another song, another win
Another kill, another sin
Calm killer, who's iller than the pen and pad thriller?
A cappella bone chiller, verbal gun clutch nigga (yeah)
Call forensics, Vishis ass went ballistics
Start trippin, hard niggaz turn liquid
Nigga, Bobby Fischer in this game, chess master, actually spittin
Strategies
Casually cause casualties
You want to battle, but when you rap you be babblin
Later you broke playin askin +Why+ like Jada (like Jada, like Jada)
[Outro:] [echo]
["Starvin MC"]
["Hungry-hungry-hungry tryin to get the meal"]
["Royce 5'9""]
The M.I.C. baby
["Classified"]
It's called Unexplainable Hunger
["Ch-Choclair"]
From U.S. to Canada
(Mic check one, two)
Of course my name is Royce 5'9"
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(You want to set this off?)
Yeah, yeah (let 'em know)
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Once upon a time in the city of crime
A nigga named Nickel Nine, came in with the nine
Flamin, with the rhyme, the flame quick as the nine
Aimin at the game sayin "the city is mines" (now)
He looked like the type you underestimate
He's never a suspect, no one investigates (uh huh)
He be beatin them charges with mothers and fathers goin (on and on and
On and) [Royce 5'9"]
It should be a felony to be this vicious on the beat
I'm dope, I'm sellin D like a Piston on the streets
Yellin "D! ", for the cheddar cheese
The cheddar I brought, letter B
Like a spelling bee, the pathetic bark, let it be (be, be)
Or get ya chain snatched y'all (y'all)
Jaw cut is a stain of train track scar (scar)
Whoever think of talkin shit to me'll be a memory
His train of thought will stain that car (uh)
I will stretch your dreams from the front seat to the back seat, if I
Could blow a brain that far
Niggaz want to get to know me all 'cause the way I be spittin
Every ho, every bitch in the city be goin...
[Chorus: Classified "Scratched Samples"]
We give 'em what they want! (yeah, yeah)
["With these rhymes that are classic"]
So tell 'em who it is!
["Royce 5'9""]
["Starvin MC"]
["It's, it's hard to explain"]
["Hard to explain"]
["They're tryin to get the meal"]
We give 'em what they want!
["With these rhymes that are classic"]
So tell 'em who it is!
Classified
["Starvin MC"]
["It's, it's hard to explain"]
["Hard, hard"]
["They're tryin to get the meal"]
[Verse 2: Classified]
Yeah, I'm from a place where it snows six months of the year
Coldhearted, livin off a blunt and a beer
Bodyslam MC's, have 'em runnin for clear
And I'm a skinny white dude, I ain't nothin to fear (Class)
More advanced than you technical cats
Your literature's littered, (literally) edible trash
You rappers gone nuts? Get your testicles back
I got the competition sweatin more than sexual acts [moaning]
Now take your shot, you think you gettin me?
It's like Snoop Dogg really goin out and quittin weed
I'm always gettin louder man, never thought you'd listen
Leave you walkin different, without a pot to piss in
Came in this game, no plan and no structure
No love from labels, so basically "fuck ya! "
Learned to play my part for the love of this art
Spittin with the same passion I did at the start
I feel a warm breeze
[Chorus: Classified "Scratched Samples"]
["With these rhymes that are classic"]
Yeah
So tell 'em who it is!
["Classified"]
["Starvin MC"]
["It's, it's hard to explain"]
["Hard, hard"]
["They're tryin to get the meal"]
We give 'em what they want!
["With these rhymes that are classic"]
So tell 'em who it is!
["Cho-Choclair"]
["What up, what up, what up, what up"]
("Starvin MC")
["It's, it's hard to explain"]
Talk to 'em
["They're tryin to get the meal"]
[Verse 3: Choclair]
Check me out y'all, yo, yo, Choclair, see, shit ain't sweet
Cheese sandwiches for lunch, two jeans by week
A dollar short for the bus fare again this week
Deprivation from the sleep 'cause them barrels speak
I tried to elevate myself, got a nine to five
But yo it's hard when you makin three ninety five
You turned crosseyed, take your eyes off the prize
Lose focus, lose balance on this fucked up line
So, grab your gruff dog, pull yourself up (yeah)
'Cause these haters just waitin to take your spot up
Brush your shoulders off, pop your collar
Make some power moves and then get dollars
Then these girls go and leave their scent on your collar
Bring their scent home, then wifey's gon' holla
She say you let consumers just dip into the product
But really you be showin your supporters that you got 'em
So daps for the fellas (yeah), hugs for the ladies (yeah)
Some kiss me on the cheek, some act a little crazy
+Parking Lot Pimpin'+ and they call pumpin Jay-Z
Yo, it's just a summer, make me want to cop a Hummer (woo!)
But yo, it's just shocks with a trailer load of lumber
Got the hot tracks that hit every summer (summer)
Yo, it's just Royce Nickel Nine, with my boy Classified
Yo it's Ch-Ch-Ch-Choclair
[Break: Royce Da 5'9" - talking, "Scratched Sample"] [echo]
Yeah
I want to introduce y'all to my young pitbull
["With these rhymes that are classic"]
We call 'em Vishis in the U.S. y'all
[Verse 4: Kid Vishis]
Yeah, yeah, I'm a beast, shouldn't been let up out of the cage
I will blaze, any rapper you niggaz bring in my way (ay!)
Dude'll box you, dude'll pop you
You punks get chopped, my rifle's goin Kung fu (woo, woo)
Two shots'll ruin your Botox and shatter your whole block
If you chatter a whole lot
The young boss, another book, another pen, another song, another win
Another kill, another sin
Calm killer, who's iller than the pen and pad thriller?
A cappella bone chiller, verbal gun clutch nigga (yeah)
Call forensics, Vishis ass went ballistics
Start trippin, hard niggaz turn liquid
Nigga, Bobby Fischer in this game, chess master, actually spittin
Strategies
Casually cause casualties
You want to battle, but when you rap you be babblin
Later you broke playin askin +Why+ like Jada (like Jada, like Jada)
[Outro:] [echo]
["Starvin MC"]
["Hungry-hungry-hungry tryin to get the meal"]
Gossip lyrics - Classified
[Verse 1]
Walk in to a room with my hands on my side, head raised
All this gossip and talk, it reminds me of my webpage
Ya'll people give me headaches
It's hard to keep my head straight
It's like tryin to go up but held down by dead weight
Walk on lands and stay interesting
Nine albums dropped and I can't play an instrument
A lot of people wanna say I'm cheap as fuck
Why, cause I spend my money on my beats and cuts
Ya'll peeps speak too much, matter of fact
You'll peeps can eat these two nuts and still peep my new stuff
I ain't too ashamed, I say what's on my mental
Try to quit my job and make a livin on my pencil
But sometimes, people like to open up they mouth
Put their nose in my business, kid ya'll need a life
Since the first day my mom taught me how to read and write
I've been spreadin my vocab to the land like Jesus Christ
So believe the hype, yo I'm dope when I speak on mics
So when I smoke pass the beeper I don't need a pipe
Trust me kid, I'm mendin' all my nemeses
(But class!) cut you off in the middle of your sentences
[Chorus]
Ah damn! Another motherfucker up in here
Runnin his mouth and puttin shit in your ear
Ah damn! And I ain't tryin to hear what you sayin'
Stop with the gossip cause it ain't entertainin'
Ah damn!
? when you say my name
Try to spread love through the game
Say what you want I wont change
[Verse 2]
(Go ahead) call me a pasty white kid (whatever) I ain't concerned
I can't sun tan, I'm too hot, I burn
And if I drop I'll return with the status that I left
Yeah this is a game and I play the reign of ref
Cause I break rules, take fools for they money and they fake jewels
Eh yo some things never change
And I'm puttin in work more than one way ask your lady
You still wanna talk, actin' like class is lazy
See I'm like a bum with no legs, I cant stand workin'
But I'll write in to the night until my right hands hurtin'
Strike like lightening and kill all the nonsense
Son, just be honest you never were a profit (now stop this!)
Why you wanna rhyme like you deep now
I tried to listen but your puttin me to sleep pal
I'm flowin' better when I freestyle, listen to me speak now
Impress your female but keep it on the DL (shhhhhhh)
Some things are better unsaid
Your whole rhyme book is better left unread
And I ain't tryin to turn this in to a battle track
But I gotta handle cats who try to battle back
[Chorus]
Walk in to a room with my hands on my side, head raised
All this gossip and talk, it reminds me of my webpage
Ya'll people give me headaches
It's hard to keep my head straight
It's like tryin to go up but held down by dead weight
Walk on lands and stay interesting
Nine albums dropped and I can't play an instrument
A lot of people wanna say I'm cheap as fuck
Why, cause I spend my money on my beats and cuts
Ya'll peeps speak too much, matter of fact
You'll peeps can eat these two nuts and still peep my new stuff
I ain't too ashamed, I say what's on my mental
Try to quit my job and make a livin on my pencil
But sometimes, people like to open up they mouth
Put their nose in my business, kid ya'll need a life
Since the first day my mom taught me how to read and write
I've been spreadin my vocab to the land like Jesus Christ
So believe the hype, yo I'm dope when I speak on mics
So when I smoke pass the beeper I don't need a pipe
Trust me kid, I'm mendin' all my nemeses
(But class!) cut you off in the middle of your sentences
[Chorus]
Ah damn! Another motherfucker up in here
Runnin his mouth and puttin shit in your ear
Ah damn! And I ain't tryin to hear what you sayin'
Stop with the gossip cause it ain't entertainin'
Ah damn!
? when you say my name
Try to spread love through the game
Say what you want I wont change
[Verse 2]
(Go ahead) call me a pasty white kid (whatever) I ain't concerned
I can't sun tan, I'm too hot, I burn
And if I drop I'll return with the status that I left
Yeah this is a game and I play the reign of ref
Cause I break rules, take fools for they money and they fake jewels
Eh yo some things never change
And I'm puttin in work more than one way ask your lady
You still wanna talk, actin' like class is lazy
See I'm like a bum with no legs, I cant stand workin'
But I'll write in to the night until my right hands hurtin'
Strike like lightening and kill all the nonsense
Son, just be honest you never were a profit (now stop this!)
Why you wanna rhyme like you deep now
I tried to listen but your puttin me to sleep pal
I'm flowin' better when I freestyle, listen to me speak now
Impress your female but keep it on the DL (shhhhhhh)
Some things are better unsaid
Your whole rhyme book is better left unread
And I ain't tryin to turn this in to a battle track
But I gotta handle cats who try to battle back
[Chorus]
Heavy Artillary lyrics - Classified (feat. Rockey Ninja)
{"I Live For The Moment"}
{"Class Got You Open"}
[Verse 1:]
Yo, Is You Ready For The Man Steppin In With The, Heavy Artillary
Both Hands Cocked To The Back, Ready And Willing
Spit Fire Over Tracks, Ain't Feelin Me
Judging How I Look, Not My Lyrical Abilities
Please, This Is For My People In The Background
Stayin Out The Limelight, Moldin How A Track Sounds
(Walk) With My Cap Down
(Class) Neva Back Down
(Weight) Do The Half Pound
(Fight) Till The Last Round
And Keep Movin, I'm Like Parker Lewis' Hair Lubes
I Gotcha Runnin Man, With Or Without Dance Moves
I Don't Get ???, Sometimes I'm Just Pissed Off
Drive By Your ? Wave Hi And You Get Flipped Off
And It's Like That, All I Do Is Write Raps
Drop Beats For Hype Tracks Smoke Weed For Nightcaps
Step Up, We Strike Back
Listen How We Word It
Always Underground But I Rise To The Surface
[Chorus:]
Getto You Dem Of The Heavy Artillery
That's Why All The Girls Them Love We
Flex With The Friends We No Flex With The Enemies,
Cause We Enemy We Wan' Come Hurt We,
And Them Whole An Apology
Cause Ya Know We Have The Heavy Artillery
Flex With The Friends We No Flex With The Enemies,
Cause We Enemy We Wan' Come Hurt We
[Verse 2:]
Yo And When I'm Dyin' At Home
I Want A Picture On My Headstone
My Microphone, Two Tables And My Headphones
Cross-Fader, ? In The Mpc
Restin Here? No, Producer / Emcee, But Let's Move
Sometimes I Wanna While Out And Wanna Let Loose
Puff Weed Drink Brews For An Excuse
I'm In The Wrong State Of Mind
All You Flashy Rappers Talk And I'm Here To Take Your Shine
Take You Props And Make Them Mine
So How Ya Like Me Now?
I See Your Temper Rise And You Wanna Strike Me Down
But I Will Stay Here, And Whether Or Not I Play Fair
Depends On These Rappers Actin' Like They're Needin' Daycare
Children, Stop Playin Start Buildin'
I Don't Care Who You Know Or If You Push The Hard Million
It's Hard Dealin', I'm Almost Ready To Explode
Everybody Wanna Hate But We Really Need To Grow, Lets Go
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Yo I See Ya Leanin On The Wall With Your Hands In Your Back Pocket
Actin' Hard, Like You Can't Feel This, Stop It!
I Know Some Rappers In The Place Really Can't Rock It
But When I Get Up On The Mic It's Always Hot Shit
Listen As I Take You Through This
Spit From The Heart, This Is Art More Than Music
Half Of You Are Clueless, Don't Know The Real
You Repeat What You Hear And Expect A Record Deal
I Live For The Moment, Class Gotcha Open
This Is That Shit Right Here, Still Boastin'
I See Through Ya And I'm Finished With The Small Talk
Done Wastin Time Son, You Guaranteed To Fall Off
[Chorus]
{"Class Got You Open"}
[Verse 1:]
Yo, Is You Ready For The Man Steppin In With The, Heavy Artillary
Both Hands Cocked To The Back, Ready And Willing
Spit Fire Over Tracks, Ain't Feelin Me
Judging How I Look, Not My Lyrical Abilities
Please, This Is For My People In The Background
Stayin Out The Limelight, Moldin How A Track Sounds
(Walk) With My Cap Down
(Class) Neva Back Down
(Weight) Do The Half Pound
(Fight) Till The Last Round
And Keep Movin, I'm Like Parker Lewis' Hair Lubes
I Gotcha Runnin Man, With Or Without Dance Moves
I Don't Get ???, Sometimes I'm Just Pissed Off
Drive By Your ? Wave Hi And You Get Flipped Off
And It's Like That, All I Do Is Write Raps
Drop Beats For Hype Tracks Smoke Weed For Nightcaps
Step Up, We Strike Back
Listen How We Word It
Always Underground But I Rise To The Surface
[Chorus:]
Getto You Dem Of The Heavy Artillery
That's Why All The Girls Them Love We
Flex With The Friends We No Flex With The Enemies,
Cause We Enemy We Wan' Come Hurt We,
And Them Whole An Apology
Cause Ya Know We Have The Heavy Artillery
Flex With The Friends We No Flex With The Enemies,
Cause We Enemy We Wan' Come Hurt We
[Verse 2:]
Yo And When I'm Dyin' At Home
I Want A Picture On My Headstone
My Microphone, Two Tables And My Headphones
Cross-Fader, ? In The Mpc
Restin Here? No, Producer / Emcee, But Let's Move
Sometimes I Wanna While Out And Wanna Let Loose
Puff Weed Drink Brews For An Excuse
I'm In The Wrong State Of Mind
All You Flashy Rappers Talk And I'm Here To Take Your Shine
Take You Props And Make Them Mine
So How Ya Like Me Now?
I See Your Temper Rise And You Wanna Strike Me Down
But I Will Stay Here, And Whether Or Not I Play Fair
Depends On These Rappers Actin' Like They're Needin' Daycare
Children, Stop Playin Start Buildin'
I Don't Care Who You Know Or If You Push The Hard Million
It's Hard Dealin', I'm Almost Ready To Explode
Everybody Wanna Hate But We Really Need To Grow, Lets Go
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Yo I See Ya Leanin On The Wall With Your Hands In Your Back Pocket
Actin' Hard, Like You Can't Feel This, Stop It!
I Know Some Rappers In The Place Really Can't Rock It
But When I Get Up On The Mic It's Always Hot Shit
Listen As I Take You Through This
Spit From The Heart, This Is Art More Than Music
Half Of You Are Clueless, Don't Know The Real
You Repeat What You Hear And Expect A Record Deal
I Live For The Moment, Class Gotcha Open
This Is That Shit Right Here, Still Boastin'
I See Through Ya And I'm Finished With The Small Talk
Done Wastin Time Son, You Guaranteed To Fall Off
[Chorus]
On Tha Brink lyrics - Classified
[Hook: x3]
I'm A Very Bad Daddy I Am I Am
I'm A Nasty Piece Of Work
I'm A Terrible Villain I Am I Am
In Deep Dark Places I Lurk
[Verse 1:]
Mr. Nice Guy, It's Time To Fight Fire With Fire
Light Up The Night Sky, Fallin On My Right Mind
My Attitude Don't Get The Job Done
Instead Of Shoppin' Demo's To These Record Labels I Shoulda Robbed Them
And Fuck Tryin Ta Meet The President Or So And So
I Stand Toe To Toe And Throw Down Blow For Blow
Ya'll People Don't Take Me Serious On Wax
Cause I'm Doin' This From Canada, The East Coast At That
So I Reach Out And Smash All Ya'll Disrespectin'
Buy Myself A Weapon And Shoot Till Ya'll Learn A Lesson
Everybody Talks About It, How Hard Is It?
It's Like Everyone's A Thug Maybe I Want Apart Of It
Could You Imagine This, Class With A Whodi Wrist
Tight Grip With The Heat Packed Beside My Hip
Oh Shit, It's Just The Start Of It
There's A Lot Of Money In This World Where's My Part Of It
Cause I Wont Stop Until You Give Me My Respect
Stab You In The Neck And Fill Your Body With The Check
I'm Kidnappin' Your Mom, Fuck I'll Knock Your Whole Crew
And These Are Just A Few Things That I Could Do To You
But I've Grown Up, So I Don't Talk All That Shit
But Maybe I Woulda Blown Up If I Fronted Like I Did
Would Of Gotten That Extra Grant To Shoot Another Video
But They Give It To The Same Ol' Kid With The Same Ol' Shitty Flow
(Oh) I Can't Believe This
I'm Tryin To Keep Myself Positive But It's Hard When I See This
And That's Some Real Weak Shit You Build To My Struggles
Someday I Might Snap And Cause You A Little Trouble
[Hook: x2]
I'm A Very Bad Daddy I Am I Am
I'm A Nasty Piece Of Work
I'm A Terrible Villain I Am I Am
In Deep Dark Places I Lurk
I'm A Very Bad Daddy I Am I Am
I'm A Nasty Piece Of Work
I'm A Terrible Villain I Am I Am
In Deep Dark Places I Lurk
[Verse 1:]
Mr. Nice Guy, It's Time To Fight Fire With Fire
Light Up The Night Sky, Fallin On My Right Mind
My Attitude Don't Get The Job Done
Instead Of Shoppin' Demo's To These Record Labels I Shoulda Robbed Them
And Fuck Tryin Ta Meet The President Or So And So
I Stand Toe To Toe And Throw Down Blow For Blow
Ya'll People Don't Take Me Serious On Wax
Cause I'm Doin' This From Canada, The East Coast At That
So I Reach Out And Smash All Ya'll Disrespectin'
Buy Myself A Weapon And Shoot Till Ya'll Learn A Lesson
Everybody Talks About It, How Hard Is It?
It's Like Everyone's A Thug Maybe I Want Apart Of It
Could You Imagine This, Class With A Whodi Wrist
Tight Grip With The Heat Packed Beside My Hip
Oh Shit, It's Just The Start Of It
There's A Lot Of Money In This World Where's My Part Of It
Cause I Wont Stop Until You Give Me My Respect
Stab You In The Neck And Fill Your Body With The Check
I'm Kidnappin' Your Mom, Fuck I'll Knock Your Whole Crew
And These Are Just A Few Things That I Could Do To You
But I've Grown Up, So I Don't Talk All That Shit
But Maybe I Woulda Blown Up If I Fronted Like I Did
Would Of Gotten That Extra Grant To Shoot Another Video
But They Give It To The Same Ol' Kid With The Same Ol' Shitty Flow
(Oh) I Can't Believe This
I'm Tryin To Keep Myself Positive But It's Hard When I See This
And That's Some Real Weak Shit You Build To My Struggles
Someday I Might Snap And Cause You A Little Trouble
[Hook: x2]
I'm A Very Bad Daddy I Am I Am
I'm A Nasty Piece Of Work
I'm A Terrible Villain I Am I Am
In Deep Dark Places I Lurk
Unexpected lyrics - Classified (feat. Mic Boyd)
[Verse 1:]
I'm the type of kid who wears jogging pants to your downtown scene
Stay comfortable with a pound of brown weed
Lounge around streets and down a few Keiths,
Pound a few beats, ya'll know the sound is unique
Now, who is this, Class, last man standing
Gas can in hand trying to blast Grand Canyons
What, I gotta act hard to be a rap star?
I grew up in the sticks fighting hicks in my backyard
Ain't nothing pretty, far from the grimiest
Started in the 90's and it's still hard to find me
Sitting on the benches, still independent
But a Halflife artists, attacks mics hardest
So open up your eyes, hold back, stop the talking
I speak to individuals so listen through a walkman
I know I say it often, hard to understand
But I'm sick of doing shows in front of 25 fans
[Chorus: x2]
We know, ya'll ain't ready
People, won't expect me
Class, stay ahead of this
Ya'll, reap the benefits
Your whole steeze is devilish
And that's why, we ending it!
[Verse 2:]
Now I don't walk with a limp, I walk with a swagger in my step
Nova Scotia kid putting majors to the test
Behavior is a mess, stressed, wanna put this dagger in your chest
Feel like laying ya to rest
But I calmed down and keep my head up
Ignoring all these wack rap cats who got me fed up
Doing this for class so fuck all the challengers
You wanna get your talent heard, well let me mark it on my calendar
And we can do this, rhyme for rhyme, who's fluid
I let me frustrations out strictly through music
That's why I'm laid back when I talk all the time
But I'll smash you in the melon if you cross that line
Listen, I ain't trying to make this physical now
Ya pitiful pal, comparing to my lyrical style
A mile a minute, moving, keep running laps
Making heads turn till I hear something snap
[Chorus]
{We will be here}
{For}{Ever}
{Better recognize and try to analyze this}
{Get what i'm saying}
[Verse 3:]
Yo, Grade 6, smart mouth teen
I thought I was the shit wearing acid wash jeans
Now I'm trying to take over this rap and rock scene
Testing all teams when I'm letting off steam
Effecting ya'll beans, my flow is to dope
If I smoke another rapper, I'll need a hole in my throat
Never smoked weed all through senior high school.
It just wasn't for me, I wrote rhymes recorded beats
But now, ah yo, I'm known to get stoned quick
Get up on the net and start bootlegging my own shit
Grown kid, still throws fits
Attack tracks with rap and stay focused
[Chorus x2]
Just The Way It Is lyrics - Classified (feat. DL Incognito, Eternia, Maestro)
[Verse 1: Eternia]
I Played These Strings As A Kid
I Play These Strings Like A Violinist
Or A Violent Man Whose Life Is Finished
In It Till The Death Of Me
'till The Bones Are All That's Left Of Me
Look And Ya'll See The Remedy The Authenticity
Eternally Everlasting Mapping Out This Craft Till My Last Breath
You Bury Me With Pharaoh In My Casket
I Mastered This Massive Maze Avoid Disaster
And Came To My Senses Learning Lessons To Harass
I'm Raised Right Night Or Daylight Never Got Stage Fright
Ya Fame Might Cash For The Moment But I Slay Mic's
I Stay Tight Class And Dl U Know They Same Types
Rapping And Reciting Cause We Enticing A New Life
And To My Kids In The Next Life My Minds On The Biz
Ya'll Can Classify The Raps That I Exhibit
Exquisitely And Simply, Eternia That's Reppin' This
[Chorus:]
We've Dealt With The Ups And Downs
It's Just The Way It Is, The Way The World Goes Round
Some People Choose To Smile Other Choose To Frown
It's Just The Way It Is, The Way The World Goes Round
And Once You At The Top They Hafta Take Your Crown
It's Just The Way It Is, The Way The World Goes Round
We Filled The Foundation From The Underground
It's Just The Way It Is, The Way The World Goes Round
[Verse 2: Classified]
You Now I'm That Kid Reppin' The Burbs
Who Spits And Severs Your Words
Talk With A Full Mouth, Spit, Then Enter My Verse
These Copycats Neva Get To Heaven First
Cause They Style Is Fadin' Out Like Some Chip N' Pepper Shirts
Ya'll Need To Spit Some Other Words, Rip A Better Verse
To Concerned To Get The Cheddar First
That's Why You Never Get The Perks
And I've Been Playin With This Game Since I Was Fifteen
Livin In The Outbacks, Dirty And Sportin' Ripped Jeans
I've Been Here, Rock Shows, Ten Years I Dropped Flows
It's Just The Way It Is, I Did This Shit And Neva Got Doe
Much Love Though, Everything I Did It Made Me Tighter
And Now I Cipher With Some Of The Best Rhyme Writers
The Beat Slicer, I Cut It Up On Every Angle
With These Live Instruments Layin' Over Dirty Samples
I've Been Amped, Ever Since The Pen And Pad Been In My Hand
Represent The Hour Glass, (Times Up) It's Done Man
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Dl Incognito]
Somebody Said Dl You Spit Too Many Battle Rhymes
You Ain't Sayin Nothin'; You Fuck With Nigga's Minds
There's Meaning To My Lines, So Listen Carefully
A Metaphor, A Simile I Ride Them Merrily
I'm Buyin What Your Sellin D I Master My Craft
That's What You're Thinkin But Some Day I Hope I'm Makin Some Cash
I Did It For The Love Of The Art, It Didn't Pay Off
Should I Sell Out? By No Means Just Keep Workin Hard
I'm Tryin To Quit My Day Job, Build A Career
Move With God Speed, Rockin A Spear
Guitar Riffs Like Heavy Metal, I've Got The Heavy Mental
I Come Equipped With The Real Shit, The Bare Essentials
I've Covered Ground Like An H2 Hummer
So Next Time Nigga's Won't Sleep Like Slumber
Just Incase You Wonder, I've Got A Thick Catalog
I'm Not A Newcomer I'm Just New To Ya'll
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Maestro]
Yo Yo Fathers And Holy Spirits?
Critics Ridiculed My Hits But Dig It
Nobody Show, They Flow Infinite
I Live It, Love It, Done It And Did It
Visually Vivid, Committed to spit it
I Kill I Will I'm In It To Win It
I Was Born Shell Toein', Elbowin', Hell Throwin
Jam Blowin' (Shortly Known As) [? ]
End Zone In My Flow Can Leave Your Crew Deceased
But Check The News Release
The Son Is Classified; You Know He's Rulin' The East
Good Grief, Peep The Article
Blaze You With The Audible, Spark You With The Arsenal
Can't Stop The Honorable
Bad To The Bone, Either Condemn Or Condone
? Will Go To War Like Like Arafat And Sharon
Cause I'm The King Of The Throne, Internationally Known
Fuck A Pen And A Pad Cause Now I Write With Tablets Of Stone
Give The God Credit
Go Ahead And Treat It Like A Lost?
Classified, Just The Way It Is: Authentic
I Played These Strings As A Kid
I Play These Strings Like A Violinist
Or A Violent Man Whose Life Is Finished
In It Till The Death Of Me
'till The Bones Are All That's Left Of Me
Look And Ya'll See The Remedy The Authenticity
Eternally Everlasting Mapping Out This Craft Till My Last Breath
You Bury Me With Pharaoh In My Casket
I Mastered This Massive Maze Avoid Disaster
And Came To My Senses Learning Lessons To Harass
I'm Raised Right Night Or Daylight Never Got Stage Fright
Ya Fame Might Cash For The Moment But I Slay Mic's
I Stay Tight Class And Dl U Know They Same Types
Rapping And Reciting Cause We Enticing A New Life
And To My Kids In The Next Life My Minds On The Biz
Ya'll Can Classify The Raps That I Exhibit
Exquisitely And Simply, Eternia That's Reppin' This
[Chorus:]
We've Dealt With The Ups And Downs
It's Just The Way It Is, The Way The World Goes Round
Some People Choose To Smile Other Choose To Frown
It's Just The Way It Is, The Way The World Goes Round
And Once You At The Top They Hafta Take Your Crown
It's Just The Way It Is, The Way The World Goes Round
We Filled The Foundation From The Underground
It's Just The Way It Is, The Way The World Goes Round
[Verse 2: Classified]
You Now I'm That Kid Reppin' The Burbs
Who Spits And Severs Your Words
Talk With A Full Mouth, Spit, Then Enter My Verse
These Copycats Neva Get To Heaven First
Cause They Style Is Fadin' Out Like Some Chip N' Pepper Shirts
Ya'll Need To Spit Some Other Words, Rip A Better Verse
To Concerned To Get The Cheddar First
That's Why You Never Get The Perks
And I've Been Playin With This Game Since I Was Fifteen
Livin In The Outbacks, Dirty And Sportin' Ripped Jeans
I've Been Here, Rock Shows, Ten Years I Dropped Flows
It's Just The Way It Is, I Did This Shit And Neva Got Doe
Much Love Though, Everything I Did It Made Me Tighter
And Now I Cipher With Some Of The Best Rhyme Writers
The Beat Slicer, I Cut It Up On Every Angle
With These Live Instruments Layin' Over Dirty Samples
I've Been Amped, Ever Since The Pen And Pad Been In My Hand
Represent The Hour Glass, (Times Up) It's Done Man
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Dl Incognito]
Somebody Said Dl You Spit Too Many Battle Rhymes
You Ain't Sayin Nothin'; You Fuck With Nigga's Minds
There's Meaning To My Lines, So Listen Carefully
A Metaphor, A Simile I Ride Them Merrily
I'm Buyin What Your Sellin D I Master My Craft
That's What You're Thinkin But Some Day I Hope I'm Makin Some Cash
I Did It For The Love Of The Art, It Didn't Pay Off
Should I Sell Out? By No Means Just Keep Workin Hard
I'm Tryin To Quit My Day Job, Build A Career
Move With God Speed, Rockin A Spear
Guitar Riffs Like Heavy Metal, I've Got The Heavy Mental
I Come Equipped With The Real Shit, The Bare Essentials
I've Covered Ground Like An H2 Hummer
So Next Time Nigga's Won't Sleep Like Slumber
Just Incase You Wonder, I've Got A Thick Catalog
I'm Not A Newcomer I'm Just New To Ya'll
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Maestro]
Yo Yo Fathers And Holy Spirits?
Critics Ridiculed My Hits But Dig It
Nobody Show, They Flow Infinite
I Live It, Love It, Done It And Did It
Visually Vivid, Committed to spit it
I Kill I Will I'm In It To Win It
I Was Born Shell Toein', Elbowin', Hell Throwin
Jam Blowin' (Shortly Known As) [? ]
End Zone In My Flow Can Leave Your Crew Deceased
But Check The News Release
The Son Is Classified; You Know He's Rulin' The East
Good Grief, Peep The Article
Blaze You With The Audible, Spark You With The Arsenal
Can't Stop The Honorable
Bad To The Bone, Either Condemn Or Condone
? Will Go To War Like Like Arafat And Sharon
Cause I'm The King Of The Throne, Internationally Known
Fuck A Pen And A Pad Cause Now I Write With Tablets Of Stone
Give The God Credit
Go Ahead And Treat It Like A Lost?
Classified, Just The Way It Is: Authentic
Got Luv lyrics - Classified
[Verse 1:]
Yeah, Yo... Listen
Now I've Got Love For Somethings That I Gotta Confess
Got Alot Of Small Talk That I'm Putting To Rest
Gotta Beat Guarnteed That'll Snap Ya Neck
I Got Love For My Weed And My Unemployement Cheques
(Yes) I'm Still Making My Call
Love My Girl , This World, But Don't Recycle At All
I Got Love For Player Haters, Fuck It, I Am One
I'm Jealous As Hell, I'm Waiting For My Chance Son
I Do This Hands On
Still In Progress.. Still Ain't Won, But I Guess I Never Lost Yet
I Gotta Give It Up To Mc's Who Spit Dope
(Why?) Cause You Inspire Me To Dubble Check What I Wrote
Wack Mc's Love It When They Come Out
Cause Wack Rappers, Give Me Something To Write About
Like Right Now, You Bite, And I'll Bite Down
Cut You Off, You Out Of Sight Now
Critics, Gotta Love Them, Put Your Flame Up
Cause When You Dissin, You Make Me Step My Game Up
Check The Change Up, Been Ill Since I Came Up
Runnin' This On Empty And Still Fill Your Brain Up
[Chorus: x2]
Now Let Me Get This Off My Brian
I Got Love For Some Things
That I Never Thought Could Happen
But Anything Could Change
I Got Love For My People And Everyone Of My Foes
And Anyone In This Game Who Keeps Me Fresh On My Toes
[Verse 2:]
Everyone's A Rapper Now, Their Ain't No Hip Hop Fans
Everybodys On The Mic, It's Time To Get Off Man
You Ain't Built For The Game I Hit Like Rock Bands
Your Fruity Loops Beats Don't Hit Like "Ah Damn!"
Ex 9 To 5'er
Class, Still Building
And With A Small Studio
And Doing Shows At The Pavilion
I Use To Love Getting Taxed By The Goverment
Cause Now I'm Home, Getting Paid And I'm Loving It
Yo ,I Got Laid Off
Now I'm Paid Off
For The Next Year Or So
So I Got A Year To Blow
Understand? I Always Have A Plan And I'll Follow It
Spit This With Pride, Cause You'll Never See Me Swollow It
Plus
You Gotta Love A Girl With Class
And If You Can't Understand Then Go Back And Do The Math
I Ain't A Concious Rapper But Still State My Views
I'm A Kid At Heart, Watching Sports Entertainment Pay Per Views
And I Hating You, Kid I Got Love
Go Ahead And Diss Me Spread My Name Through The Club
I Could Use The Marketing, Huh I Got The Skill
I Just Gotta Get My Name Out And Continue To Build
[Chorus: x2]
Now Let Me Get This Off My Brian
I Got Love For Some Things
That I Never Thought Could Happen
But Anything Could Change
I Got Love For My People And Everyone Of My Foes
And Anyone In This Game Who Keeps Me Fresh On My Toes
Yeah, Yo... Listen
Now I've Got Love For Somethings That I Gotta Confess
Got Alot Of Small Talk That I'm Putting To Rest
Gotta Beat Guarnteed That'll Snap Ya Neck
I Got Love For My Weed And My Unemployement Cheques
(Yes) I'm Still Making My Call
Love My Girl , This World, But Don't Recycle At All
I Got Love For Player Haters, Fuck It, I Am One
I'm Jealous As Hell, I'm Waiting For My Chance Son
I Do This Hands On
Still In Progress.. Still Ain't Won, But I Guess I Never Lost Yet
I Gotta Give It Up To Mc's Who Spit Dope
(Why?) Cause You Inspire Me To Dubble Check What I Wrote
Wack Mc's Love It When They Come Out
Cause Wack Rappers, Give Me Something To Write About
Like Right Now, You Bite, And I'll Bite Down
Cut You Off, You Out Of Sight Now
Critics, Gotta Love Them, Put Your Flame Up
Cause When You Dissin, You Make Me Step My Game Up
Check The Change Up, Been Ill Since I Came Up
Runnin' This On Empty And Still Fill Your Brain Up
[Chorus: x2]
Now Let Me Get This Off My Brian
I Got Love For Some Things
That I Never Thought Could Happen
But Anything Could Change
I Got Love For My People And Everyone Of My Foes
And Anyone In This Game Who Keeps Me Fresh On My Toes
[Verse 2:]
Everyone's A Rapper Now, Their Ain't No Hip Hop Fans
Everybodys On The Mic, It's Time To Get Off Man
You Ain't Built For The Game I Hit Like Rock Bands
Your Fruity Loops Beats Don't Hit Like "Ah Damn!"
Ex 9 To 5'er
Class, Still Building
And With A Small Studio
And Doing Shows At The Pavilion
I Use To Love Getting Taxed By The Goverment
Cause Now I'm Home, Getting Paid And I'm Loving It
Yo ,I Got Laid Off
Now I'm Paid Off
For The Next Year Or So
So I Got A Year To Blow
Understand? I Always Have A Plan And I'll Follow It
Spit This With Pride, Cause You'll Never See Me Swollow It
Plus
You Gotta Love A Girl With Class
And If You Can't Understand Then Go Back And Do The Math
I Ain't A Concious Rapper But Still State My Views
I'm A Kid At Heart, Watching Sports Entertainment Pay Per Views
And I Hating You, Kid I Got Love
Go Ahead And Diss Me Spread My Name Through The Club
I Could Use The Marketing, Huh I Got The Skill
I Just Gotta Get My Name Out And Continue To Build
[Chorus: x2]
Now Let Me Get This Off My Brian
I Got Love For Some Things
That I Never Thought Could Happen
But Anything Could Change
I Got Love For My People And Everyone Of My Foes
And Anyone In This Game Who Keeps Me Fresh On My Toes
Trial & Error lyrics - Classified
I keep on steppin' with class (with class)
N-n-n-n-n-now
We been
[Chorus:]
I keep on steppin with class
Keep on movin, folks might even be hatin' me
But I shall proceed, yes indeed don't underrate me
(N-n-n-n-n-now) watch us do our thing
(We been) in and out this game
Comin' through with the mic in my hand
No guarantees but I take my chance
[Verse 1:]
Rotate, everybody in the whole place
In a cold state, move with a bold face
Act criminal, ya'll like O.J
But we all know you safe like home plate
Class spit this rough like road rage
Where you comin' off? weekend low rates?
Oh great, waste of my patience
Wait for rotation on radio stations
Stress can't think
Off the wall, layin on the brink
Never need a shrink
Rap: my output
Feel it in the pen, write it in my notebook
I'm no crook, but don't think I won't fill your ass with both foot
And no you never lost your brain
You can't understand cause I talk with slang
Bent off the chain, trial and error
Track for track, mile of terror
Say what you want, cause I don't hear ya
Done with the gossip, visions clearer
Heads get twisted from talkin' hype
Like every emcee just lost his sight
[? ] tight until I toss the mic
You ain't sayin nothin... get off the mic!
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
And ever since day one, stuck to my guns
Same outlook never changed none
And some people act strange and dumb
Sayin' I sold out cause fans I gained some
Anybody explain to me how this game came to be a fuckin' joke
Everything's goin' up in smoke, any day now I'm bustin' out
Class, got kids to pass, it's deeper than that you can't pass Class
Fall down, the get off your ass
It ain't a pep talk it's a lesson, the last
I ain't tryin to be a teacher man
But I will educate tryin to reach my fans
You ain't underground cause you make a? track
You an armature, you ignore the fact
Got heads in the back about to flip off
Don't talk or you might get your lip popped
Start shit like super bowl kickoff
Take time like I just stole your wrist watch
Pay dues, shit I pay don'ts
Made some mistakes and I never fade out
Class got this game of lock
[? ]
[Chorus x2]
N-n-n-n-n-now
We been
[Chorus:]
I keep on steppin with class
Keep on movin, folks might even be hatin' me
But I shall proceed, yes indeed don't underrate me
(N-n-n-n-n-now) watch us do our thing
(We been) in and out this game
Comin' through with the mic in my hand
No guarantees but I take my chance
[Verse 1:]
Rotate, everybody in the whole place
In a cold state, move with a bold face
Act criminal, ya'll like O.J
But we all know you safe like home plate
Class spit this rough like road rage
Where you comin' off? weekend low rates?
Oh great, waste of my patience
Wait for rotation on radio stations
Stress can't think
Off the wall, layin on the brink
Never need a shrink
Rap: my output
Feel it in the pen, write it in my notebook
I'm no crook, but don't think I won't fill your ass with both foot
And no you never lost your brain
You can't understand cause I talk with slang
Bent off the chain, trial and error
Track for track, mile of terror
Say what you want, cause I don't hear ya
Done with the gossip, visions clearer
Heads get twisted from talkin' hype
Like every emcee just lost his sight
[? ] tight until I toss the mic
You ain't sayin nothin... get off the mic!
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
And ever since day one, stuck to my guns
Same outlook never changed none
And some people act strange and dumb
Sayin' I sold out cause fans I gained some
Anybody explain to me how this game came to be a fuckin' joke
Everything's goin' up in smoke, any day now I'm bustin' out
Class, got kids to pass, it's deeper than that you can't pass Class
Fall down, the get off your ass
It ain't a pep talk it's a lesson, the last
I ain't tryin to be a teacher man
But I will educate tryin to reach my fans
You ain't underground cause you make a? track
You an armature, you ignore the fact
Got heads in the back about to flip off
Don't talk or you might get your lip popped
Start shit like super bowl kickoff
Take time like I just stole your wrist watch
Pay dues, shit I pay don'ts
Made some mistakes and I never fade out
Class got this game of lock
[? ]
[Chorus x2]
It's Sickening lyrics - Classified (feat. Mic B)
Oh another one of those songs huh?
Yeah, Beautiful day
[Chorus]
I smoke my weed, I love my weed
I eat my weed, Its Sickening
I smoke my weed, I love my weed
I sleep with my weed, Its Sickening
This is Your, This is your song
Yes I'm telling the world theres no living without you
It'd be wrong, cause I wake up every morning thinkin about you
[Verse 1: Classified + (Mic B.)]
Eh Yo Mic (yeah)
Remember back in the day
We never smoked weed, never rapping this day
We had so much energy, ambition to play
(Yeah, we was hitting the weights and trying to live everyday
To the fullest, Weed) was some bullshit
(To my peeps) we stole it
(Locked in the honda and rolled it
We Smoked out) No doubt, We got blazed
Remember that, I used your hat as the ash-tray
And that was the last day I'd ever be sober
Cause since then, life as I knew it was over
(Yeah me to, its so much better now
My visions clearer, but my eyes seem redder now
Its so great when I wake up and puke up a pile
Wipe my face with the towel, It's Sickening)
Eh yo, And sometimes I smoke so much my eyes close shut
I'm always hungry and I can't seem to eat enough *know what i mean*
Times is rough, a part of life is tough
But as soon as I'm waking up I'm in my room taking a puff *echo*
Ohhhhhhhh Good Morning World
[Chorus]
This is Your, This is your song
Yes I'm telling the world theres no living without you
It'd be wrong, cause I wake up every morning thinkin about you
I smoke my weed, I love my weed
I eat my weed, Its Sickening
I smoke my weed, I love my weed
I sleep with my weed, Its Sickening
[Verse 2: Classified + (Mic B.)]
Eh yo, now weed is not a bad thing, its a good thing
A neighbourhood thing, so much joy that it could bring
Kinda like the time your girl taught you a lesson
Dumped ya, you ended up on anti-depressents
(Yeah man I was stressing, ended up in the mental clinic
Doc said that I had to finish with the weed game and everything that's in it
But I didn't, So I'm livin in this world filled with misery
Weed seems to get to me!
Better leave and let it be
I can't believe I ever put that shit in me)
Mic B "Man that shit's nothing to me anymore"
Class "Wassup, wanna smoke this joint"
Mic B "Ahhhhh, I can't stay mad at you *puffing*"
[Verse 3: Classified]
Eh Yo, One time I was at Curley's, the outback pub
We was smoking in the bathroom till the bouncer broke it up
Kicked me out for smoking dope and stopped (holy fuck)
Its just weed, its not like I'm throwing up, Oh Well
Now I'm in the parking lot waiting by myself
Hear my name get called in side, could win a trip down south
Thought to myself, I gotta quit this weed
But we all know class will be blazed by 3
[Chorus]
This is Your, This is your song
Yes I'm telling the world theres no living without you
It'd be wrong, cause I wake up every morning thinkin about you
I smoke my weed, I love my weed
I eat my weed, Its Sickening
I smoke my weed, I love my weed
I sleep with my weed, Its Sickening
This is Your, This is your song
Yes I'm telling the world theres no living without you
It'd be wrong, cause I wake up every morning thinkin about you
It's Sickening
Yeah, Beautiful day
[Chorus]
I smoke my weed, I love my weed
I eat my weed, Its Sickening
I smoke my weed, I love my weed
I sleep with my weed, Its Sickening
This is Your, This is your song
Yes I'm telling the world theres no living without you
It'd be wrong, cause I wake up every morning thinkin about you
[Verse 1: Classified + (Mic B.)]
Eh Yo Mic (yeah)
Remember back in the day
We never smoked weed, never rapping this day
We had so much energy, ambition to play
(Yeah, we was hitting the weights and trying to live everyday
To the fullest, Weed) was some bullshit
(To my peeps) we stole it
(Locked in the honda and rolled it
We Smoked out) No doubt, We got blazed
Remember that, I used your hat as the ash-tray
And that was the last day I'd ever be sober
Cause since then, life as I knew it was over
(Yeah me to, its so much better now
My visions clearer, but my eyes seem redder now
Its so great when I wake up and puke up a pile
Wipe my face with the towel, It's Sickening)
Eh yo, And sometimes I smoke so much my eyes close shut
I'm always hungry and I can't seem to eat enough *know what i mean*
Times is rough, a part of life is tough
But as soon as I'm waking up I'm in my room taking a puff *echo*
Ohhhhhhhh Good Morning World
[Chorus]
This is Your, This is your song
Yes I'm telling the world theres no living without you
It'd be wrong, cause I wake up every morning thinkin about you
I smoke my weed, I love my weed
I eat my weed, Its Sickening
I smoke my weed, I love my weed
I sleep with my weed, Its Sickening
[Verse 2: Classified + (Mic B.)]
Eh yo, now weed is not a bad thing, its a good thing
A neighbourhood thing, so much joy that it could bring
Kinda like the time your girl taught you a lesson
Dumped ya, you ended up on anti-depressents
(Yeah man I was stressing, ended up in the mental clinic
Doc said that I had to finish with the weed game and everything that's in it
But I didn't, So I'm livin in this world filled with misery
Weed seems to get to me!
Better leave and let it be
I can't believe I ever put that shit in me)
Mic B "Man that shit's nothing to me anymore"
Class "Wassup, wanna smoke this joint"
Mic B "Ahhhhh, I can't stay mad at you *puffing*"
[Verse 3: Classified]
Eh Yo, One time I was at Curley's, the outback pub
We was smoking in the bathroom till the bouncer broke it up
Kicked me out for smoking dope and stopped (holy fuck)
Its just weed, its not like I'm throwing up, Oh Well
Now I'm in the parking lot waiting by myself
Hear my name get called in side, could win a trip down south
Thought to myself, I gotta quit this weed
But we all know class will be blazed by 3
[Chorus]
This is Your, This is your song
Yes I'm telling the world theres no living without you
It'd be wrong, cause I wake up every morning thinkin about you
I smoke my weed, I love my weed
I eat my weed, Its Sickening
I smoke my weed, I love my weed
I sleep with my weed, Its Sickening
This is Your, This is your song
Yes I'm telling the world theres no living without you
It'd be wrong, cause I wake up every morning thinkin about you
It's Sickening
This is For lyrics - Classified
(for the hip hop heads)
(for the MC's, for the Dj's)
(grafitti, the beatboys)
(please come up to the front)
Shit I'm up late
Tryin' to re-record my dubb tape
It's love hate-and this game is in a rough state
Some kids hate and wanna show up at my club dates
(go and talk shit I'll) shut you up with duct tape
This is goin' out to DJ's with vinyls
For every hip hop head-black to albino
Record executives who still got they spinal
Drop this for kids who wear they pants low in high school
(come on) And nothin' ever comes for free
Imma send this out to everyone who runs with me
Help me build up and live life comfortably
I'll remember everything that you've done for me
So let me talk
Clear out my brain and get props
Spit this for kids with a real love of hip hop
Fuck all the "blah blah blah blah same thing
where everybody says the same thing"
I can't stand that
This is for the girls who got their mans back
Can appreciate a song that ain't a dance track
Spittin' this right here for everyone who's original
Drop somethin' different not the same old
[mixed cuts for chorus]
(ya'll know the name)
class, get em' up
(claimin' that you pack heat)
(what-the fuck)
(represent hip hop, MC's, Dj's, grafitti)
(dancin' we be hoppin' and boppin')
Haha
[Repeat Chorus]
Yo I'll admit life is tricky
I know some kids in this game who'd die to hit me-jealous bastards
Open your mouth and you're gettin' slapped backwards
Drop this for kids who have a beer and are plastered
Spittin' this for the marajuana smokers
For anybody-high, drunk, or sober
I drop this for painters and every street breaker
The 5th element of hip hop-the beat makers
Got beef-we'll meet later
I got more important things to do
Then start shit and swing with you
(but bring your crew)
And when I got time
I'll spit a verse off the top of the head
"Your career seein' stop signs"
Drop rhymes
That make you stop tryin'
In the right mind
So I never pop mines
Can't afford lost time
I need to keep movin'
(I will win this game)
Cause I can't afford losin'
(go ahead) This is for the ones I hung around with
(go ahead) This is for the ones who kept me grounded
(and the rest of y'all) This is for the haters who hate me
Lately I couldn't care less-I wish you all the best
[Chorus]
Sendin' this out to everyone in Halifax
Ha
Joe Run, Jolly Green, Flex Man, my man J-Bru, Bonshah, can't forget Ground
Squad, Spesh K, J-Bizzy, my little brother Mic B, M2R Entertainment, Trobiz
Mista Kaspa, TKO, (ha) and Dj Ivy on the cuts
(for the MC's, for the Dj's)
(grafitti, the beatboys)
(please come up to the front)
Shit I'm up late
Tryin' to re-record my dubb tape
It's love hate-and this game is in a rough state
Some kids hate and wanna show up at my club dates
(go and talk shit I'll) shut you up with duct tape
This is goin' out to DJ's with vinyls
For every hip hop head-black to albino
Record executives who still got they spinal
Drop this for kids who wear they pants low in high school
(come on) And nothin' ever comes for free
Imma send this out to everyone who runs with me
Help me build up and live life comfortably
I'll remember everything that you've done for me
So let me talk
Clear out my brain and get props
Spit this for kids with a real love of hip hop
Fuck all the "blah blah blah blah same thing
where everybody says the same thing"
I can't stand that
This is for the girls who got their mans back
Can appreciate a song that ain't a dance track
Spittin' this right here for everyone who's original
Drop somethin' different not the same old
[mixed cuts for chorus]
(ya'll know the name)
class, get em' up
(claimin' that you pack heat)
(what-the fuck)
(represent hip hop, MC's, Dj's, grafitti)
(dancin' we be hoppin' and boppin')
Haha
[Repeat Chorus]
Yo I'll admit life is tricky
I know some kids in this game who'd die to hit me-jealous bastards
Open your mouth and you're gettin' slapped backwards
Drop this for kids who have a beer and are plastered
Spittin' this for the marajuana smokers
For anybody-high, drunk, or sober
I drop this for painters and every street breaker
The 5th element of hip hop-the beat makers
Got beef-we'll meet later
I got more important things to do
Then start shit and swing with you
(but bring your crew)
And when I got time
I'll spit a verse off the top of the head
"Your career seein' stop signs"
Drop rhymes
That make you stop tryin'
In the right mind
So I never pop mines
Can't afford lost time
I need to keep movin'
(I will win this game)
Cause I can't afford losin'
(go ahead) This is for the ones I hung around with
(go ahead) This is for the ones who kept me grounded
(and the rest of y'all) This is for the haters who hate me
Lately I couldn't care less-I wish you all the best
[Chorus]
Sendin' this out to everyone in Halifax
Ha
Joe Run, Jolly Green, Flex Man, my man J-Bru, Bonshah, can't forget Ground
Squad, Spesh K, J-Bizzy, my little brother Mic B, M2R Entertainment, Trobiz
Mista Kaspa, TKO, (ha) and Dj Ivy on the cuts
Three Beats & A MC lyrics - Classified
{"Something Comes Close"}
{"I'm This Much Faster"}
{"Faster"}
{"Something Comes Close"}
{"I'm This Much Faster"}
{"This Is My Lifestyle Come Recognize Style"}
[Verse 1:]
Yea, Ha
Eh Yo Whos That Kid?
Wont Slip, Cock Shit
Bust Lips Hittin Hard
Tear The Legs From Ya Hips
Can Ya Bang With The Click?
Im Gonna Bang Till Ya Sick
Till Ya Cant Take It Son
I Remain On The List
Watch Me Blow By
Mc's Neva Had A Chance
If Ya Reach For The Mic
Then Im Severin Ya Hands
Im Betta Then Ya Mans
Ya Cousin And Ya Idol
Im Takin Every Title
Go Ahead Shoot Ya Rifle
Still Want Sutff?
And I, Keep It Movin
Eh Yo, Blast On Ya Track
Class Laugh If Ya Lose It
Yo Fuck Tryin To Prove From Ya Skills
Im Bored Down
Stopped In Ya Tracks, And Re-Track Its 4th Down
I Spit One Verse And Get A Technical Knock Out
Get Pounds All Around
Wear My Jacket N Walk Out
I Walk Out The Game
Ya Get Knocked Off Ya Frame
Ill Creep In Ya Classroom N Burn It To Flames
{"Something Comes Close"}
{"I'm This Much Faster"}
{"Faster"}
{"Something Comes Close"}
{"I'm This Much Faster"}
{"This Is My Lifestyle Come Recognize Style"}
[Verse 2:]
Now I Got 40 Different Ways That I Can Take Off Ya Airways
Spit My Shit Rough And Only Landed On Ya Fairway
(Class) I Aint Tryin To Practice Fairplay
I'm Tryin To Blind Fold My Enenmy's
N Chuck Em Down A Staircase
Crash Land, On Every Last Man
From Here To Afghan, Yall Can Catch The Back Hand
'cept For A Class Fan
I Blast Mans With The Rhymes
That I Use Into Ya Mind, Get Confused, Ya Need A Catscan
And Im Just Askin
Why Empty's Always Wanna To Talk
When I A'int Up In The Place They Try To Tell Me Off
Call Ya Next Day
U Act Like Ya Shook
Keep My Name Out Ya Mouth
Ill Fill Ya Mouth With My Foot
Im Stompin On The Seen
N Got My People On The Side
We Used To Do A Lot Of Things
But Now Our Brains Gone N Fried
But Real Calm Inside
Keep This Rap Shit Together
I Started Off Of Skill
But Now Im More Dope Then Eva
[Verse 3:]
Damn, I Need My Weed Lit
Before I Spit This On The Remix
If Ya Dont Like It Eat Shit
I Mean This
If It Aint Broke Then Leave It
We Tryin To See Chicks On The Floor
Untill They Knees Split
Ill Flow Till Ya Sea Sick
And If Ya Man He Steppin Up
He'll Get His Teeth Split
Scream Fuck You!
Cross A Club, Hope Any Weed Slips
I Dont Just Spit, I Breathe This
The Game Aint Got A Recess
Yo Im Goin Full Out, Untill I Pull Out And Leave This
Yo Blowin Up The Scene
So When I Spit Its More Then Bomb Threats
Crack U In The Back, With These Tracks And Foreign Objects
Travserses In Topics Combine With More Then Concepts
Its Gaurenteed To Make These Mc's Vote Wuth The Contracts
Class Aint Waitin For These Record Labels To Call
Im Waitin For These Mutha Fuckin Rappers To Fall
Im Askin Ya All
You Ready For The Trash Talk? Ya Hands Saggin
Kid From The Old Back
Who's Dope And U Know That?
I Got My Shit Togetha More Then Explosive
Quit It, I Know Where The Dope Is
I Swear Sometimes Its Hopeless
And I Always Keep It Grounded
Spittin Out Frustrations
Im A Very Picky Person So I Got Enough Patients
So I Fuck The Wait, And I'll Do This By Myself
Wrote My First Rhyme
And Dropped My First Beat With No Help
So Go To Hell
Thanks For Nothin I'll Remember
Exactly What U Did (Nothin!)
Yea Ill Remember
{"I'm This Much Faster"}
{"Faster"}
{"Something Comes Close"}
{"I'm This Much Faster"}
{"This Is My Lifestyle Come Recognize Style"}
[Verse 1:]
Yea, Ha
Eh Yo Whos That Kid?
Wont Slip, Cock Shit
Bust Lips Hittin Hard
Tear The Legs From Ya Hips
Can Ya Bang With The Click?
Im Gonna Bang Till Ya Sick
Till Ya Cant Take It Son
I Remain On The List
Watch Me Blow By
Mc's Neva Had A Chance
If Ya Reach For The Mic
Then Im Severin Ya Hands
Im Betta Then Ya Mans
Ya Cousin And Ya Idol
Im Takin Every Title
Go Ahead Shoot Ya Rifle
Still Want Sutff?
And I, Keep It Movin
Eh Yo, Blast On Ya Track
Class Laugh If Ya Lose It
Yo Fuck Tryin To Prove From Ya Skills
Im Bored Down
Stopped In Ya Tracks, And Re-Track Its 4th Down
I Spit One Verse And Get A Technical Knock Out
Get Pounds All Around
Wear My Jacket N Walk Out
I Walk Out The Game
Ya Get Knocked Off Ya Frame
Ill Creep In Ya Classroom N Burn It To Flames
{"Something Comes Close"}
{"I'm This Much Faster"}
{"Faster"}
{"Something Comes Close"}
{"I'm This Much Faster"}
{"This Is My Lifestyle Come Recognize Style"}
[Verse 2:]
Now I Got 40 Different Ways That I Can Take Off Ya Airways
Spit My Shit Rough And Only Landed On Ya Fairway
(Class) I Aint Tryin To Practice Fairplay
I'm Tryin To Blind Fold My Enenmy's
N Chuck Em Down A Staircase
Crash Land, On Every Last Man
From Here To Afghan, Yall Can Catch The Back Hand
'cept For A Class Fan
I Blast Mans With The Rhymes
That I Use Into Ya Mind, Get Confused, Ya Need A Catscan
And Im Just Askin
Why Empty's Always Wanna To Talk
When I A'int Up In The Place They Try To Tell Me Off
Call Ya Next Day
U Act Like Ya Shook
Keep My Name Out Ya Mouth
Ill Fill Ya Mouth With My Foot
Im Stompin On The Seen
N Got My People On The Side
We Used To Do A Lot Of Things
But Now Our Brains Gone N Fried
But Real Calm Inside
Keep This Rap Shit Together
I Started Off Of Skill
But Now Im More Dope Then Eva
[Verse 3:]
Damn, I Need My Weed Lit
Before I Spit This On The Remix
If Ya Dont Like It Eat Shit
I Mean This
If It Aint Broke Then Leave It
We Tryin To See Chicks On The Floor
Untill They Knees Split
Ill Flow Till Ya Sea Sick
And If Ya Man He Steppin Up
He'll Get His Teeth Split
Scream Fuck You!
Cross A Club, Hope Any Weed Slips
I Dont Just Spit, I Breathe This
The Game Aint Got A Recess
Yo Im Goin Full Out, Untill I Pull Out And Leave This
Yo Blowin Up The Scene
So When I Spit Its More Then Bomb Threats
Crack U In The Back, With These Tracks And Foreign Objects
Travserses In Topics Combine With More Then Concepts
Its Gaurenteed To Make These Mc's Vote Wuth The Contracts
Class Aint Waitin For These Record Labels To Call
Im Waitin For These Mutha Fuckin Rappers To Fall
Im Askin Ya All
You Ready For The Trash Talk? Ya Hands Saggin
Kid From The Old Back
Who's Dope And U Know That?
I Got My Shit Togetha More Then Explosive
Quit It, I Know Where The Dope Is
I Swear Sometimes Its Hopeless
And I Always Keep It Grounded
Spittin Out Frustrations
Im A Very Picky Person So I Got Enough Patients
So I Fuck The Wait, And I'll Do This By Myself
Wrote My First Rhyme
And Dropped My First Beat With No Help
So Go To Hell
Thanks For Nothin I'll Remember
Exactly What U Did (Nothin!)
Yea Ill Remember
Politics lyrics - Classified
Yo
It's all about politics
Yo hmmm Yo
Check, check
Steady, steady
Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop
It's all about politics in this game
Who ya know, How to make ya doe maintain
Gotta make them know the last name
Or gotta have a steady back frame
Just to keep yourself up
In my position no one else will help me up
And maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm not
Maybe I had it up to hear with that
I could get what you got, from your father
Cousin whatever relative, their the ones that got you signed
And you still ain't sellin' kid
hmm, kinda makes me wonder and frown
Got all these mutherfuckers trying to make moves in the underground
Trying to make moves, y'all about to lift off
Pretty much the reason why this wackness is hip hop
y'all need to make this shit stop
Put away your gimmickry to act for Chris Rock
I'm sick of hearing rappers trying to spit with no effort
y'all leave me disappointed like the 44 on the corner record
[Chorus: x2]
Now for my people on the side lines trying to make it spittin'
Ya need to recognize its steady politicking
It's doesn't matter 'bout your skill, ain't nobody gonna listen
Unless you know someone, cause its steady politicking
[Verse Two]
Ever since day one I never rhymed for green
never had nobody pullin' strings behind the scenes
And never had nobody with their hand around my shoulder
teaching me the industry, I learned as I got older
Did it on my own, made a name, kept it true
Never asked your opinion, keep it quiet less your crew
And fuck press reviews, when they talk like they got lines
Always trying to front, you write articles not rhymes
Don't let it get confusin', but if it comes to me and
we going toe to toe y'all losin'
Lyricly exclusive, verbally abusive, on a class track
makin critics look stupid
This ain't a optic allusion stop the confusion
I'm white and I drop tight music
Over looked, under used stop the presses
y'all in class now and ya failed the fuckin' test kid
Steady, politicking
And either way when I started I lacked vision
You never found class on the mic ass kissin'
I tracks hit 'em with velocity, authority
Doing what I gotta, make it hard for you ignore me
Try to block this out your mind
See what happens when I'm bold to knock you out your prime
I ain't trying to tell nobody you ignore the rhyme
But if I do, I'll leave your ass broken without a dime
So keep that on your mind
[Chorus]
It's all about politics
Yo hmmm Yo
Check, check
Steady, steady
Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop
It's all about politics in this game
Who ya know, How to make ya doe maintain
Gotta make them know the last name
Or gotta have a steady back frame
Just to keep yourself up
In my position no one else will help me up
And maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm not
Maybe I had it up to hear with that
I could get what you got, from your father
Cousin whatever relative, their the ones that got you signed
And you still ain't sellin' kid
hmm, kinda makes me wonder and frown
Got all these mutherfuckers trying to make moves in the underground
Trying to make moves, y'all about to lift off
Pretty much the reason why this wackness is hip hop
y'all need to make this shit stop
Put away your gimmickry to act for Chris Rock
I'm sick of hearing rappers trying to spit with no effort
y'all leave me disappointed like the 44 on the corner record
[Chorus: x2]
Now for my people on the side lines trying to make it spittin'
Ya need to recognize its steady politicking
It's doesn't matter 'bout your skill, ain't nobody gonna listen
Unless you know someone, cause its steady politicking
[Verse Two]
Ever since day one I never rhymed for green
never had nobody pullin' strings behind the scenes
And never had nobody with their hand around my shoulder
teaching me the industry, I learned as I got older
Did it on my own, made a name, kept it true
Never asked your opinion, keep it quiet less your crew
And fuck press reviews, when they talk like they got lines
Always trying to front, you write articles not rhymes
Don't let it get confusin', but if it comes to me and
we going toe to toe y'all losin'
Lyricly exclusive, verbally abusive, on a class track
makin critics look stupid
This ain't a optic allusion stop the confusion
I'm white and I drop tight music
Over looked, under used stop the presses
y'all in class now and ya failed the fuckin' test kid
Steady, politicking
And either way when I started I lacked vision
You never found class on the mic ass kissin'
I tracks hit 'em with velocity, authority
Doing what I gotta, make it hard for you ignore me
Try to block this out your mind
See what happens when I'm bold to knock you out your prime
I ain't trying to tell nobody you ignore the rhyme
But if I do, I'll leave your ass broken without a dime
So keep that on your mind
[Chorus]
Yuh Ded Now lyrics - Classified (feat. Dan-e-o & D-Sisive)
[Chorus:]
T-Dot
Ee Be Comin To Blow The Spot
Hal-Town
We Be Comin To Break It Down
D-Siggy-Sisive Killin' It!
Dan-E-O Killin' It!
Class Killin It!
[Verse 1: D-Sisive]
Yo, I've Had It Up To Here With Ya'll Weak-Ass Rappers
T-Dot Home Of The Original Four-Eyed Cau-Casian Assassin
It's Time For Some Action, Forget The Relaxin' Throw Your Hands Up
D-Sisive Makin It Hot Like Las Angeles
Snatch Crowd Reactions Without Even Askin
Amazing, Ain't Nobody Ever Gonna Phase Me
I've Spit The Ill Shit Since The Days Of Jac
And That Word, I Make Kids Run To They Bass From Len To Dim Sum
Switch Up To Mastermind, Fifteen Forty-Nine
It's D-Day When That Shit Done Re-Wi-I-Ind
One Love And Classified, And My Man Dan-E-O
And If Anybody Disagree, You'd Better Lay Low
T-Dot, Hal-Town, Canada Remain Home!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Dan-E-O]
Yo, From T-Dot To Halifax
We Rock With Battle Raps
Please Stop Your Chedda Black
We Seize Spots And Chatta Cats
Freeze Blocks And Rattle Cats, Scatter Jack
Matter Fact I'll Visit Any Habitat You Rappin At And Splatter That
Handle That, You Best Bring You Best ???
You'll Look Whacker Than That Black Dude In S-Club-7
Got Stress Plus Tension From These People Who Be Starin'
Always Askin' For Weed Throwin' ??? That He Swearin'
They Love My Music, Only For The Underground They Carin
But Ask Them If My Cd's In That Backpack They Wearin'
[?]
I'm Killin' Crews With Chronicles
Been Burnin' Tracks Long Before Downloading Was Possible
You Need To Be Logical, Now What Cha Hopin' For?
Hip Hop Just Stay Open, Raw When You Never Go To Stores?
Fuck It, Ima Flow For Sure, Even If You Don't Support
I'll Survive Longer Than Cuja And ???
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Classified]
Ayo, Let Me Rep Myself
Burnin' Tracks To To Scotia
Mom Pissed Cause I Never Grew How I S'posdea
Rhyme Flower, Used To Catchin Cold Shoulders
Now I'm Spitin' Vocals, Ridin Tracks Like Roller Coasters
Come In To This Game, Try To Prove That Class Matters
Now I Got These College Kids Feelin' Me More Than Backpackers
Same The Cash-Lacker I Had Backwards
Bad Boy Factor And Still Disposin Whack Rappers
The Track Master, Take You On, Laugh After
Last Chapter, Now You Finished Whack Bastard
Gimme Your Mic Son, Had Too Many Chances
Rappers Come And Go And I Just Gave You Leave Of Absence
Takin Your Finances, Spread It Where It's Needed
Now Everybody In My Crew Is Blazed Up And Weeded
I Never Regret What I Say So Leave It
Sayin' I'm Commercial, How The Fuck Could You Believe It?
[Chorus]
T-Dot
Ee Be Comin To Blow The Spot
Hal-Town
We Be Comin To Break It Down
D-Siggy-Sisive Killin' It!
Dan-E-O Killin' It!
Class Killin It!
[Verse 1: D-Sisive]
Yo, I've Had It Up To Here With Ya'll Weak-Ass Rappers
T-Dot Home Of The Original Four-Eyed Cau-Casian Assassin
It's Time For Some Action, Forget The Relaxin' Throw Your Hands Up
D-Sisive Makin It Hot Like Las Angeles
Snatch Crowd Reactions Without Even Askin
Amazing, Ain't Nobody Ever Gonna Phase Me
I've Spit The Ill Shit Since The Days Of Jac
And That Word, I Make Kids Run To They Bass From Len To Dim Sum
Switch Up To Mastermind, Fifteen Forty-Nine
It's D-Day When That Shit Done Re-Wi-I-Ind
One Love And Classified, And My Man Dan-E-O
And If Anybody Disagree, You'd Better Lay Low
T-Dot, Hal-Town, Canada Remain Home!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Dan-E-O]
Yo, From T-Dot To Halifax
We Rock With Battle Raps
Please Stop Your Chedda Black
We Seize Spots And Chatta Cats
Freeze Blocks And Rattle Cats, Scatter Jack
Matter Fact I'll Visit Any Habitat You Rappin At And Splatter That
Handle That, You Best Bring You Best ???
You'll Look Whacker Than That Black Dude In S-Club-7
Got Stress Plus Tension From These People Who Be Starin'
Always Askin' For Weed Throwin' ??? That He Swearin'
They Love My Music, Only For The Underground They Carin
But Ask Them If My Cd's In That Backpack They Wearin'
[?]
I'm Killin' Crews With Chronicles
Been Burnin' Tracks Long Before Downloading Was Possible
You Need To Be Logical, Now What Cha Hopin' For?
Hip Hop Just Stay Open, Raw When You Never Go To Stores?
Fuck It, Ima Flow For Sure, Even If You Don't Support
I'll Survive Longer Than Cuja And ???
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Classified]
Ayo, Let Me Rep Myself
Burnin' Tracks To To Scotia
Mom Pissed Cause I Never Grew How I S'posdea
Rhyme Flower, Used To Catchin Cold Shoulders
Now I'm Spitin' Vocals, Ridin Tracks Like Roller Coasters
Come In To This Game, Try To Prove That Class Matters
Now I Got These College Kids Feelin' Me More Than Backpackers
Same The Cash-Lacker I Had Backwards
Bad Boy Factor And Still Disposin Whack Rappers
The Track Master, Take You On, Laugh After
Last Chapter, Now You Finished Whack Bastard
Gimme Your Mic Son, Had Too Many Chances
Rappers Come And Go And I Just Gave You Leave Of Absence
Takin Your Finances, Spread It Where It's Needed
Now Everybody In My Crew Is Blazed Up And Weeded
I Never Regret What I Say So Leave It
Sayin' I'm Commercial, How The Fuck Could You Believe It?
[Chorus]
Questions lyrics - Classified
[Intro]
Yeah, oh yeah [x2]
[Verse 1]
Now from the words I view, ya'll people got me thinking
Why do I continue rhyming words while I'm speaking?
Why do I continue waking up every morning?
Why do I continue dissing rappers who are boring?
Got to many questions, thought with no answers
Way too many people saying put away the sampler
Why do people tell me I should pick up a guitar?
Why the fuck would I do that? I'm a mc not a rock star
How many people feel like this?
How many people wanna grip they head and feel a twist?
Trying to levitate, taking steps at a time
You can talk what you walk, no effect on my mind (Cause' I'm breaking necks)
No more making threats
People in this game claim to be natures best
Class taking bets, just for teaching y'all a lesson
But man, this ain't the time, I got one too many questions
For Real
[Chorus]
What's up, with all these questions?
I try to figure out, what I doubt, and keep on guessing
Do I trust destiny? (Whoa!)
Do that effectively
Is this like testing me?
But it won't, no it won't, get the best of me
[Verse 2]
When will I die? and how will I emerge?
When will I teach these mother fuckers not to doubt my words?
How can I keep myself together trying to survive?
How will I make through another day at 9 till 5?
I'm lost in this world, double-crossed in this world
Block everybody out; I'm pissed off at this world
Got 9 years of paying dues, and not a thing to show
Feel like throwing in the towel, call it quits and play it low
But I can't cause' I'm dedicated
I love this game, but at the same time I kind of hate it
Got me stressed and I can't figure if I'm going to make it
Got people telling me my records now anticipated, but I got questions
Like why did that peep give them beats away for free?
And how come I got greedy and started charging a fee?
How can we be happy when there's families' suffering?
And when will anyone from here win the Stanley cup again?
[Chorus]
What's up, with all these questions
I try to figure out, what I doubt, and keep on guessing
Do I trust destiny? (Whoa!)
Do that effectively
Is this like testing me?
But it won't, not it won't, get the best of me
[Verse 3]
Aiyyo, 20 years from now, and I rich or am I broke?
Am I digging dirt from ditch's trying to my c.d out?
Do I sit behind a desk working different office jobs?
Paying off a student loans instead of dropping jaws?
That life ain't for all, and that life ain't for me
I was born to drop tracks, spit on mics properly
In the future; buy property, 64 acres
My people and my squad will be my next-door neighbours. (Pshh)
That's got me wondering, imagination running wild, my days are numbering
Y'all don't understanding what I'm thinking, 25 I'm finished
Unless I'm offered full-time employment in this business
Yeah? So what's it coming to?
And what am I supposed to do?
Trying to stay alive, they make that shit it's classified
But I'm doing what I want, expressing every word
This is my life, I'm living it so fuck what you heard
[Chorus]
What's up, with all these questions
I try to figure out, what I doubt, and keep on guessing
Do I trust destiny? (Whoa!)
Do that effectively
Is this like testing me?
But it won't, not it won't, get the best of me
Yeah, oh yeah [x2]
[Verse 1]
Now from the words I view, ya'll people got me thinking
Why do I continue rhyming words while I'm speaking?
Why do I continue waking up every morning?
Why do I continue dissing rappers who are boring?
Got to many questions, thought with no answers
Way too many people saying put away the sampler
Why do people tell me I should pick up a guitar?
Why the fuck would I do that? I'm a mc not a rock star
How many people feel like this?
How many people wanna grip they head and feel a twist?
Trying to levitate, taking steps at a time
You can talk what you walk, no effect on my mind (Cause' I'm breaking necks)
No more making threats
People in this game claim to be natures best
Class taking bets, just for teaching y'all a lesson
But man, this ain't the time, I got one too many questions
For Real
[Chorus]
What's up, with all these questions?
I try to figure out, what I doubt, and keep on guessing
Do I trust destiny? (Whoa!)
Do that effectively
Is this like testing me?
But it won't, no it won't, get the best of me
[Verse 2]
When will I die? and how will I emerge?
When will I teach these mother fuckers not to doubt my words?
How can I keep myself together trying to survive?
How will I make through another day at 9 till 5?
I'm lost in this world, double-crossed in this world
Block everybody out; I'm pissed off at this world
Got 9 years of paying dues, and not a thing to show
Feel like throwing in the towel, call it quits and play it low
But I can't cause' I'm dedicated
I love this game, but at the same time I kind of hate it
Got me stressed and I can't figure if I'm going to make it
Got people telling me my records now anticipated, but I got questions
Like why did that peep give them beats away for free?
And how come I got greedy and started charging a fee?
How can we be happy when there's families' suffering?
And when will anyone from here win the Stanley cup again?
[Chorus]
What's up, with all these questions
I try to figure out, what I doubt, and keep on guessing
Do I trust destiny? (Whoa!)
Do that effectively
Is this like testing me?
But it won't, not it won't, get the best of me
[Verse 3]
Aiyyo, 20 years from now, and I rich or am I broke?
Am I digging dirt from ditch's trying to my c.d out?
Do I sit behind a desk working different office jobs?
Paying off a student loans instead of dropping jaws?
That life ain't for all, and that life ain't for me
I was born to drop tracks, spit on mics properly
In the future; buy property, 64 acres
My people and my squad will be my next-door neighbours. (Pshh)
That's got me wondering, imagination running wild, my days are numbering
Y'all don't understanding what I'm thinking, 25 I'm finished
Unless I'm offered full-time employment in this business
Yeah? So what's it coming to?
And what am I supposed to do?
Trying to stay alive, they make that shit it's classified
But I'm doing what I want, expressing every word
This is my life, I'm living it so fuck what you heard
[Chorus]
What's up, with all these questions
I try to figure out, what I doubt, and keep on guessing
Do I trust destiny? (Whoa!)
Do that effectively
Is this like testing me?
But it won't, not it won't, get the best of me
Past Out lyrics - Classified
(Yawn)
2 o'clock woke up
breath smelling awful like somebody throwed up
bodies on the side of me, passed out or sleeping
lungs full of smoke, make it hard for me breathing
got no shirt, freezing, liquor bottles everywhere
half filled with matches, floor filled with ashes
spilled glasses, of vodka, bacardi
Now I'm trying to think, man what happen at this party
All I can remember was White Michael spitting
Mark Mirage spinning and Short Shane was drunk
Rest of it was blurry and kind of slip my mind
Now I'm feeling out of touch like I'm two steps behind
So I step through the house with my eyes wide open
Paste in my mouth from the hydro I 'm smoking
Knucklehead strolls in, ask what I'm doing
Rolls up a joint with this left over Cuban
Blazed that and kept moving, started going upstairs
Winded and couldn't make it up there
It's real pathetic if you wanna think about it
But I was smoking weed cause I can't drink without it
[Chorus x2]
First, first, let me introduce this, ha
Half out my brain trying to do this, nah
Trying to figure what's going on
My mind won't respond, can't tell right from wrong
And as I finally made it to the 2nd floor
Out of breath still unsure what I'm checking for
Rooms are emptied like somebody just robbed em
But what do I care this ain't my place, ain't my problem
So I continued walking, bumped into klepto
Taking off with someone's Nintendo
And I seen Nath Cruise take booze
From these fake dudes, shaking in they boots trying to play cool
Laughed about it, then made my way downstairs
Made a drink and took another look around there
3 o'clock their ain't nothing going down here
Now I'm trying to think why I'm still standing around here
Forget it, I'm done, grab my coat and pager
Flipped off the neighbor in a pissed off behavior
Went straight to my house, I wish I stayed sober
Cause last night I was drunk, now I got these crazy hang over
Man, everyday goes the same
As I run through these motions again and again
Had a lot on my brain and finally said @#%$ it
Couldn't of been a great night, I already forgot it!
[Chorus x2]
First, first, let me introduce this, ha
Half out my brain trying to do this, nah
Trying to figure what's going on
My mind won't respond, can't tell right from wrong
2 o'clock woke up
breath smelling awful like somebody throwed up
bodies on the side of me, passed out or sleeping
lungs full of smoke, make it hard for me breathing
got no shirt, freezing, liquor bottles everywhere
half filled with matches, floor filled with ashes
spilled glasses, of vodka, bacardi
Now I'm trying to think, man what happen at this party
All I can remember was White Michael spitting
Mark Mirage spinning and Short Shane was drunk
Rest of it was blurry and kind of slip my mind
Now I'm feeling out of touch like I'm two steps behind
So I step through the house with my eyes wide open
Paste in my mouth from the hydro I 'm smoking
Knucklehead strolls in, ask what I'm doing
Rolls up a joint with this left over Cuban
Blazed that and kept moving, started going upstairs
Winded and couldn't make it up there
It's real pathetic if you wanna think about it
But I was smoking weed cause I can't drink without it
[Chorus x2]
First, first, let me introduce this, ha
Half out my brain trying to do this, nah
Trying to figure what's going on
My mind won't respond, can't tell right from wrong
And as I finally made it to the 2nd floor
Out of breath still unsure what I'm checking for
Rooms are emptied like somebody just robbed em
But what do I care this ain't my place, ain't my problem
So I continued walking, bumped into klepto
Taking off with someone's Nintendo
And I seen Nath Cruise take booze
From these fake dudes, shaking in they boots trying to play cool
Laughed about it, then made my way downstairs
Made a drink and took another look around there
3 o'clock their ain't nothing going down here
Now I'm trying to think why I'm still standing around here
Forget it, I'm done, grab my coat and pager
Flipped off the neighbor in a pissed off behavior
Went straight to my house, I wish I stayed sober
Cause last night I was drunk, now I got these crazy hang over
Man, everyday goes the same
As I run through these motions again and again
Had a lot on my brain and finally said @#%$ it
Couldn't of been a great night, I already forgot it!
[Chorus x2]
First, first, let me introduce this, ha
Half out my brain trying to do this, nah
Trying to figure what's going on
My mind won't respond, can't tell right from wrong
Average MC lyrics - Classified
[Verse One]
Yo
Eh Yo
I ain't what y'all expect, ain't ya average MC
ain't drop a verse, with no purpose that ain't empty
ain't sporting gear, I know I can't afford
But I will snap next with the raps that I record
Classics.......ya average white folks
Drop you in your tracks lyricly I knock your lights out
I ain't one to strike out
The only rapper who ain't nice
Steppin' on a fine line like I'm walking type rope
I'm on the right route, but coming from the wrong place
Catch a tight _Still performing on stage
And that's abnormal, y'all can't deny my statements
Ya can't deny my skills and ya can't deny I'm ill
But you can deny I'm forming, can't deny I'm awesome
Sick kid, with quick fist you'll never catch him flossin'
I'm like Blowwwwww, I stand out
Plus I'm dropping issues that you mutherfuckers can't doubt
Move and let this man out
I'm to reposes your brain
Readjust the game so y'all don't sound, look and act the same
And I ain't dissin' you, just trying to raise a point
Cause the things you trying to do are burring out like a joint
[Chorus: x2]
Ain't what it should be, everybody yapping all the same
With the cars and the cash running like they going out
I got my mind made up, originality....
And one things for sure... I ain't ya average MC
[Verse Two]
This ain't your average thug, dodging slugs
ain't ya average rapper who grew up dealing drugs
I ain't the aver enemy to sucker punch and leave
Cause I'm the type to sucker punch and follow with a knee
So call me what you want I'll let the smoke clear
I'll be the same kid who drinks with authority and don't care
My rap style is out there, your rap style is everywhere
Don't sound like whats his name and so and so from down the block
And that ain't Hip Hop, that's bullshit
Got so many people now a days who are full of it
Watch me do a full flip and I'll reverse it in the air
Make all commercial rappers in this game disappear
Take all wack producers, and break there beat machines
Block their frequency for they un consistence
y'all ain't shit to me, Cause I should be rewarded
I paid my dues ,8 tapes I recorded
I'm knocking tables, to stir it up a bit
And I ain't ya average fan kid I've had enough of it
Let me step it up a bit, on a level y'all can't see
Just recognize the fact that I ain't your average MC
[Chorus]
Unpredictable lyrics - Classified
When I react on tracks I make necks snap with raw rap
Underrated too much but critics I don't follow that
You can't even dream of looking through my eyes
And be compared to the same guy
Now open up your reservoir, all and all, Draining body fluids
Now watch me do it, or complicate the situation, screw it
Cause how the fuck you gonna play this game
You took it far enough my turn erasing names
I'll make an MC flips backwards, even let you rap first
Blow away your format, how can you ignore that
Shit, your rap style expired long ago
Now you falling off plus your peoples like domino
Here we go again
Classified saying same shit that he did back when
Well I'm pissed off and ain't getting no better
Seeing weak mc's on TV that's the reason that I'm fed up
[Chorus x2]
Who be, I be, Class
Verbal drug pusher
Yall can check his pulse through your subwoofer, and
Who me, what you
Heart beat provider
Motivate myself to keep the rest of yall inspired
How's a ritual like this, treated pitiful and shit
Looking for these individuals to verbally commit
Take some action on your words, like speaking from the heart
Talk about experience but never played the part
Got some smart shit to say, don't ya
Rappers entering this game biting like a vulture and saying fuck the culture
Talking image like that's how you portrayed
While this cross eyed rapper dudes, reflecting off my attitude
Now drop the eloquence I never had it in me
And never seen no christyle ever in my city
So pop the great white and let's have a drink or two
Shit, I'm wasted on half a pint of vodka ain't you
Damn, I guess that means I'm pussy
Never had no pressure in my life to push me
Staying focused on the topic at hand
To battle back from any mc or man, now that's that true shit
[Chorus x2]
I'm so sick with this microphone I feel ill
Like I got 30 different people wanting shit like I was retail
I'm done giving favors give back the pad and pencils
Perform accapella getting no more instrumentals
Fuck potential son
Cause you ain't got the heart or drive
You can talk what you want I'll emerge with a darker side
My marker glides covers wide spread
Plus reflect life on paper, the verbal vibrator
Bringing pleasure to these ears of these hip hop heads
Now fuck it Class bring it to everyone who is not dead
Shit you killing me, now forget the credibility
Let's compare stability, and willingly, lyrical ability
Production wise, I can't be touched (I can't be touched)
And on the microphone I ain't the dopest, but still dope as fuck
Conceited, and cocky, I call this confidence
Innerself compliments with no equivalents, Now
[Chorus x2]
Underrated too much but critics I don't follow that
You can't even dream of looking through my eyes
And be compared to the same guy
Now open up your reservoir, all and all, Draining body fluids
Now watch me do it, or complicate the situation, screw it
Cause how the fuck you gonna play this game
You took it far enough my turn erasing names
I'll make an MC flips backwards, even let you rap first
Blow away your format, how can you ignore that
Shit, your rap style expired long ago
Now you falling off plus your peoples like domino
Here we go again
Classified saying same shit that he did back when
Well I'm pissed off and ain't getting no better
Seeing weak mc's on TV that's the reason that I'm fed up
[Chorus x2]
Who be, I be, Class
Verbal drug pusher
Yall can check his pulse through your subwoofer, and
Who me, what you
Heart beat provider
Motivate myself to keep the rest of yall inspired
How's a ritual like this, treated pitiful and shit
Looking for these individuals to verbally commit
Take some action on your words, like speaking from the heart
Talk about experience but never played the part
Got some smart shit to say, don't ya
Rappers entering this game biting like a vulture and saying fuck the culture
Talking image like that's how you portrayed
While this cross eyed rapper dudes, reflecting off my attitude
Now drop the eloquence I never had it in me
And never seen no christyle ever in my city
So pop the great white and let's have a drink or two
Shit, I'm wasted on half a pint of vodka ain't you
Damn, I guess that means I'm pussy
Never had no pressure in my life to push me
Staying focused on the topic at hand
To battle back from any mc or man, now that's that true shit
[Chorus x2]
I'm so sick with this microphone I feel ill
Like I got 30 different people wanting shit like I was retail
I'm done giving favors give back the pad and pencils
Perform accapella getting no more instrumentals
Fuck potential son
Cause you ain't got the heart or drive
You can talk what you want I'll emerge with a darker side
My marker glides covers wide spread
Plus reflect life on paper, the verbal vibrator
Bringing pleasure to these ears of these hip hop heads
Now fuck it Class bring it to everyone who is not dead
Shit you killing me, now forget the credibility
Let's compare stability, and willingly, lyrical ability
Production wise, I can't be touched (I can't be touched)
And on the microphone I ain't the dopest, but still dope as fuck
Conceited, and cocky, I call this confidence
Innerself compliments with no equivalents, Now
[Chorus x2]
Sound Off lyrics - Classified
[Verse 1]
Ay Yo I March To The Mic With My Hands Out
Set And Stand Out Cut The Band Out
And Let My Hype Man Out
Take The Mic Stand Now Excite Hands Down
Deleting Competition And Still Stand Proud
Constructive Over Your Head Still Productive
Got You Hanging Off My Words Class Be Seductive
Ya Had Enough Kid Relax And Listen
Im Sick Of Everybody In This Rap Game Bitchin
First Off Ill Make A Few Things Clear
Dont Be Yapping In My Ear Bout Some Stupid Shit Ya Hear
Take It From The Source Class No Other
Ill Bring It To Your Face To Keep Your Mind From Getting Cluttered
Second To The People Disrespecting
Taking Me For Granted Cause Im Unsigned Fuck You
Ill Cuss Whoever Wants To Step To This Essence
Now Feel My Presence In Every Sentence A Message
[Chorus]
Ground squad, Round off, Prepare, Crowns off
Found War, Now your, in for, downfall
Want war, got war, want more, got raw
Ground squad, sound soft, nah sound off
[repeat Chorus]
[Verse 2]
That's the bottom line right, now you can see where I be coming from
See what I'll be dealing with, understanding some of them
These people acting dumb to me, and I can't seem to concentrate
Then I got these other people, bitchin like they men-es-trate
That's my third problem never meant to lay it on ya
But life's a funny thing, I'll probley turn and blame it on ya
I need to keep my head straight, can't drink and such
But that's my forth problem, people say I think too much
But for the fifth, it's like this
Looking at the large few still ain't seeing shit
Got me wondering what's the reason for my rhyme
And so fucking tired, when people tell me it's a waste of time
I told ya, this is my life
If anybody's having any doubts you can die twice
One death for my soul, another for yourself
Now do the mathematics, or rewind and try to figure it out
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
And from one point to another, I'm lifting up my eloquence
And exercise my past days to see what things was relevant
My sixth point, intelligence, no one seems to use it
Wonder if I'm dissing ya I'll tell ya if I do it
Seven deadly sins, plus 9 pedestrians
One squad I represent, defeating us, guess again
It's takes the best of men to overcome the rest of em
Take the lesser men and rebuilt, ain't no questioning
Now who's impressing them, check the truer specimen
Hot like Mexican, take the proper steps to win
Problems next to him, but still will prevail
with a mic in my hand and the skill you should feel
[Chorus x2]
Ay Yo I March To The Mic With My Hands Out
Set And Stand Out Cut The Band Out
And Let My Hype Man Out
Take The Mic Stand Now Excite Hands Down
Deleting Competition And Still Stand Proud
Constructive Over Your Head Still Productive
Got You Hanging Off My Words Class Be Seductive
Ya Had Enough Kid Relax And Listen
Im Sick Of Everybody In This Rap Game Bitchin
First Off Ill Make A Few Things Clear
Dont Be Yapping In My Ear Bout Some Stupid Shit Ya Hear
Take It From The Source Class No Other
Ill Bring It To Your Face To Keep Your Mind From Getting Cluttered
Second To The People Disrespecting
Taking Me For Granted Cause Im Unsigned Fuck You
Ill Cuss Whoever Wants To Step To This Essence
Now Feel My Presence In Every Sentence A Message
[Chorus]
Ground squad, Round off, Prepare, Crowns off
Found War, Now your, in for, downfall
Want war, got war, want more, got raw
Ground squad, sound soft, nah sound off
[repeat Chorus]
[Verse 2]
That's the bottom line right, now you can see where I be coming from
See what I'll be dealing with, understanding some of them
These people acting dumb to me, and I can't seem to concentrate
Then I got these other people, bitchin like they men-es-trate
That's my third problem never meant to lay it on ya
But life's a funny thing, I'll probley turn and blame it on ya
I need to keep my head straight, can't drink and such
But that's my forth problem, people say I think too much
But for the fifth, it's like this
Looking at the large few still ain't seeing shit
Got me wondering what's the reason for my rhyme
And so fucking tired, when people tell me it's a waste of time
I told ya, this is my life
If anybody's having any doubts you can die twice
One death for my soul, another for yourself
Now do the mathematics, or rewind and try to figure it out
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
And from one point to another, I'm lifting up my eloquence
And exercise my past days to see what things was relevant
My sixth point, intelligence, no one seems to use it
Wonder if I'm dissing ya I'll tell ya if I do it
Seven deadly sins, plus 9 pedestrians
One squad I represent, defeating us, guess again
It's takes the best of men to overcome the rest of em
Take the lesser men and rebuilt, ain't no questioning
Now who's impressing them, check the truer specimen
Hot like Mexican, take the proper steps to win
Problems next to him, but still will prevail
with a mic in my hand and the skill you should feel
[Chorus x2]
My Life lyrics - Classified
[Verse 1:]
Yo I'll be the last man standing
my hands cramped, can't see
my family cant stand me cause I grew to be an MC
my girl's sick and tired of not gettin attention
really she thinks I'm fucked doesn't wanna be mentioned
my competition is why I do this
and all my clothes are too big
one exception, my shoes fit
I got my priorities straight but can't figure them out
so i'ma even them out in to equal amounts, yo
it's only seldom my career
forget the past class still an action skill
reachin maximum, my overdrives extensive
runnin off of stress
sick of gettin bills should've gave a false address
my pulse can't rest I'm all a mess
my life is a twist, writin' this shit, enlighten you clique
recitin' the script, to keep my metal intact
gettin' mad writin' lyrics and my pencil will snap
the formatted flow that functions ferocious
got animated attitude to attempt to approach this
let your flow spit my departures hopeless
and now you know this, no excuse when I flow shit
[Chorus: x2]
This is my li-i-i-i-ife
and I'm doin' what I want (like)
drinkin alcohol 'til I'm drunk (right)
and you ain't go no say in my life
so mind your own business
[Verse 2:]
Yo my whole anatomy got a world of people mad at me
[?] got people chasin after me
my faculty is actually sitting near the back of me
ground squad pound hard think about it, it has to be
and actively we ? work, rap for free
makin' moves and the money, that's strategy
practically you only half of me, I'm last to bleed
and keep it tight like a family, yo but anyway
I'm gonna take this to another level
try to compare and I'll distort your shit like heavy metal
my mind is temperamental, makin these instrumentals
still essential, but so much potential
innovate, no stencil, drawn with pencil
keep eventful, lettin loose, fuck confidential
this is me and i'ma let it all out with the mic in my hand
make you jump on command, ah damn
only so much I can take before I break out this weapon
and start lyrically infectin'
then put down my foot on kids who impose
leave you stone cold frozen, now who's open
[Chorus x2]
Yo I'll be the last man standing
my hands cramped, can't see
my family cant stand me cause I grew to be an MC
my girl's sick and tired of not gettin attention
really she thinks I'm fucked doesn't wanna be mentioned
my competition is why I do this
and all my clothes are too big
one exception, my shoes fit
I got my priorities straight but can't figure them out
so i'ma even them out in to equal amounts, yo
it's only seldom my career
forget the past class still an action skill
reachin maximum, my overdrives extensive
runnin off of stress
sick of gettin bills should've gave a false address
my pulse can't rest I'm all a mess
my life is a twist, writin' this shit, enlighten you clique
recitin' the script, to keep my metal intact
gettin' mad writin' lyrics and my pencil will snap
the formatted flow that functions ferocious
got animated attitude to attempt to approach this
let your flow spit my departures hopeless
and now you know this, no excuse when I flow shit
[Chorus: x2]
This is my li-i-i-i-ife
and I'm doin' what I want (like)
drinkin alcohol 'til I'm drunk (right)
and you ain't go no say in my life
so mind your own business
[Verse 2:]
Yo my whole anatomy got a world of people mad at me
[?] got people chasin after me
my faculty is actually sitting near the back of me
ground squad pound hard think about it, it has to be
and actively we ? work, rap for free
makin' moves and the money, that's strategy
practically you only half of me, I'm last to bleed
and keep it tight like a family, yo but anyway
I'm gonna take this to another level
try to compare and I'll distort your shit like heavy metal
my mind is temperamental, makin these instrumentals
still essential, but so much potential
innovate, no stencil, drawn with pencil
keep eventful, lettin loose, fuck confidential
this is me and i'ma let it all out with the mic in my hand
make you jump on command, ah damn
only so much I can take before I break out this weapon
and start lyrically infectin'
then put down my foot on kids who impose
leave you stone cold frozen, now who's open
[Chorus x2]
One Day lyrics - Classified
[Verse 1:]
Now Claaassss
Went From Underrated, Now Anticipated
Affiliated Felt Degraded
Now I Cant Be Faded, Graduated
Rappers Hate It
Step Decapitated
But I Don't Give A Shit
Lookin' Back Dues I Paid It
I Got A Million Notches Under My Belt
From Droppin So Much Weight
Lookin' In The Eyes Of Many
And Never Could Relate
I Guess I Got A Good [?]
(Droppin') Chapter After Chapter
(And) And If I'm Hearin' Laughter
(Oohh Nooo) End Of [?]
And After The Ball Drops I'll Haul Off And Tap Ya
Step After Step You Respect Like A Master
The Sick Rhyming Bastard
Metaphors And Punch Lines
Lookin' For Some Sunshine
Feelin' Like I'm Done Dryin'
Hands Have Calluses From Dealin' With The ?
From Start To The Ending Beginning To A Legend
From Class To My Enemies And All Of You In-Between
Hold The Tight Grip On Life If You Know What I Mean
[Chorus: X2]
(One Day) You Can Be At The Top And Then Uh
(One Day) You Could Easily Drop But Then Uh
(One Day) You Got A Ride That's Large
And Then Another Day Passes And I'm Stealin Your Car
[Verse 2:]
I Went From Unemployed To Gettin' Paid In One Day
I Went From Havin No Fun To Gettin Laid In One Day
I Went And Took Your Girls Virginity In One Long Day
A Lot Of Things Can Easily Change In Only One Day
I Went From Verbal Energizer To Lyric Memorizer
Kid Who Broke It Down By Syllables And Analyzed Ya
Kamikaze Type Of Flowin' Like A Mortar
The One Who Keeps His Head Up And Still Releases Product
Class's ?Slash? Is Unpredictable
Dealin' With The Back ? Is Unforgivable
Unconditional Amounts Of Pain Runnin Through My Brain
Through My Veins, Feelin' Stressed Out, Both Are Unexplained
The Simple Life Is What We Need In This World
But Yo The Simple Life Ain't What We Got In This World
So I'm Gonna Take What I Got, Fade Away The Pain
I Know I Ain't The Worst Of But All Of That Could Change
{"That's The Way The World Turns I Guess"}
{"Day After Day One Time After Another"}
{"That's The Way The World Turns I Guess"}
{"Now What"}
I Gotta Raise Up And Gotta Cover Assets On Long Term
Taking Wrong Turns Show These People I Was Born Firm
Making Song Burn, My Voice Box Can't Take It
Feeling Like I'm Out At Plays Naked And Shakin'
I'm Breakin' A Sweat And Can't Do Nothin About It
I'm Feelin' Crowded, Can't Concentrate Can't Think Straight
Shit I Think I'm Flippin Out Don't Know What Am I 'sposed To Do
It's Just A Scenario But It Could Happen To You
[Chorus X2]
Now Claaassss
Went From Underrated, Now Anticipated
Affiliated Felt Degraded
Now I Cant Be Faded, Graduated
Rappers Hate It
Step Decapitated
But I Don't Give A Shit
Lookin' Back Dues I Paid It
I Got A Million Notches Under My Belt
From Droppin So Much Weight
Lookin' In The Eyes Of Many
And Never Could Relate
I Guess I Got A Good [?]
(Droppin') Chapter After Chapter
(And) And If I'm Hearin' Laughter
(Oohh Nooo) End Of [?]
And After The Ball Drops I'll Haul Off And Tap Ya
Step After Step You Respect Like A Master
The Sick Rhyming Bastard
Metaphors And Punch Lines
Lookin' For Some Sunshine
Feelin' Like I'm Done Dryin'
Hands Have Calluses From Dealin' With The ?
From Start To The Ending Beginning To A Legend
From Class To My Enemies And All Of You In-Between
Hold The Tight Grip On Life If You Know What I Mean
[Chorus: X2]
(One Day) You Can Be At The Top And Then Uh
(One Day) You Could Easily Drop But Then Uh
(One Day) You Got A Ride That's Large
And Then Another Day Passes And I'm Stealin Your Car
[Verse 2:]
I Went From Unemployed To Gettin' Paid In One Day
I Went From Havin No Fun To Gettin Laid In One Day
I Went And Took Your Girls Virginity In One Long Day
A Lot Of Things Can Easily Change In Only One Day
I Went From Verbal Energizer To Lyric Memorizer
Kid Who Broke It Down By Syllables And Analyzed Ya
Kamikaze Type Of Flowin' Like A Mortar
The One Who Keeps His Head Up And Still Releases Product
Class's ?Slash? Is Unpredictable
Dealin' With The Back ? Is Unforgivable
Unconditional Amounts Of Pain Runnin Through My Brain
Through My Veins, Feelin' Stressed Out, Both Are Unexplained
The Simple Life Is What We Need In This World
But Yo The Simple Life Ain't What We Got In This World
So I'm Gonna Take What I Got, Fade Away The Pain
I Know I Ain't The Worst Of But All Of That Could Change
{"That's The Way The World Turns I Guess"}
{"Day After Day One Time After Another"}
{"That's The Way The World Turns I Guess"}
{"Now What"}
I Gotta Raise Up And Gotta Cover Assets On Long Term
Taking Wrong Turns Show These People I Was Born Firm
Making Song Burn, My Voice Box Can't Take It
Feeling Like I'm Out At Plays Naked And Shakin'
I'm Breakin' A Sweat And Can't Do Nothin About It
I'm Feelin' Crowded, Can't Concentrate Can't Think Straight
Shit I Think I'm Flippin Out Don't Know What Am I 'sposed To Do
It's Just A Scenario But It Could Happen To You
[Chorus X2]
Why lyrics - Classified
[Chorus:]
Why's this always happen, ay yo, looking in the future still feeling smothered
Rappers always acting, day after day, one time after another
Life has got me trapped in, I can't jump these hurdles
I'm stuck in the circle, but I'm a be the last one laughing
It kind of makes me wonder, like damn, what happened to my people
What happened to commitment dropping sequel after sequel
Was I the only one that wanted to finish what we started
Was I the only one that had the guts to work the hardest
I guess so, cause you ain't nowhere to be found
Hey yo, my left blow could make an mc hit the ground
I'm in erect mode, whenever rhyming must occur
You prefer to take the path, do the math it won't add up
Won't take the ladder, combining data, mind over matter
Ain't really caring what ya do my glass will never shatter
My pockets ain't no fatter from yesterday
But at least I got paid dues all over my resume
What, you don't pay dues you don't move
And ah, What, don't wanna lose you conclude, but ah
I ain't the one to point my fingers at the man
If the man can't hold his own, drop the microphone
Now what you think
[Chorus]
So why is life a trip, taking turns sharp like a razor blade
Avoiding people holding back like it was laser tag
Feeling trapped like I'm stuck in this obstacle
People saying think straight but kid I can't think logical
Now what, what I'm supposed to do to switch this
Used to be about the money not the business
But times change so I modify the tactics
Update the flow but still commit lyrical backflips
The gymnastic, master of the ceremony
While others coming phony I'll be off can't control me
So get a hold of me, let me know what's on your mind
I'm calling from your ladies house, star sixty-nine
I ain't lying ask her what was her response
Did she say anything about activity on the lawn
Probably not cause your girl don't kiss and tell,
Missing action, should have kept the mic, now who's laughing, me
[Chorus]
Ah yo, my third verse, last topic of discussion
No introduction, but got you focused with no interruptions
Up to nothing, the way I won't commit this
Admit it, you did it, acquitted, forget it, yo
I'm like the conscience that watches the steps you take
I'm like the teacher in this game that makes it levitate
Now I can hold my weight, so name another
Never once dropped my head and ran for cover
Or shelter, I melt ya, with flows I connect with
Respected, injected, mc's be infected
With disease, so I breeze by without a doubt
The illest coming out, what you think I talk about, what
[Chorus]
Why's this always happen, ay yo, looking in the future still feeling smothered
Rappers always acting, day after day, one time after another
Life has got me trapped in, I can't jump these hurdles
I'm stuck in the circle, but I'm a be the last one laughing
It kind of makes me wonder, like damn, what happened to my people
What happened to commitment dropping sequel after sequel
Was I the only one that wanted to finish what we started
Was I the only one that had the guts to work the hardest
I guess so, cause you ain't nowhere to be found
Hey yo, my left blow could make an mc hit the ground
I'm in erect mode, whenever rhyming must occur
You prefer to take the path, do the math it won't add up
Won't take the ladder, combining data, mind over matter
Ain't really caring what ya do my glass will never shatter
My pockets ain't no fatter from yesterday
But at least I got paid dues all over my resume
What, you don't pay dues you don't move
And ah, What, don't wanna lose you conclude, but ah
I ain't the one to point my fingers at the man
If the man can't hold his own, drop the microphone
Now what you think
[Chorus]
So why is life a trip, taking turns sharp like a razor blade
Avoiding people holding back like it was laser tag
Feeling trapped like I'm stuck in this obstacle
People saying think straight but kid I can't think logical
Now what, what I'm supposed to do to switch this
Used to be about the money not the business
But times change so I modify the tactics
Update the flow but still commit lyrical backflips
The gymnastic, master of the ceremony
While others coming phony I'll be off can't control me
So get a hold of me, let me know what's on your mind
I'm calling from your ladies house, star sixty-nine
I ain't lying ask her what was her response
Did she say anything about activity on the lawn
Probably not cause your girl don't kiss and tell,
Missing action, should have kept the mic, now who's laughing, me
[Chorus]
Ah yo, my third verse, last topic of discussion
No introduction, but got you focused with no interruptions
Up to nothing, the way I won't commit this
Admit it, you did it, acquitted, forget it, yo
I'm like the conscience that watches the steps you take
I'm like the teacher in this game that makes it levitate
Now I can hold my weight, so name another
Never once dropped my head and ran for cover
Or shelter, I melt ya, with flows I connect with
Respected, injected, mc's be infected
With disease, so I breeze by without a doubt
The illest coming out, what you think I talk about, what
[Chorus]
Hold Your Own lyrics - Classified
[Verse 1:]
Leave it all to hip hop
To make your simple ????
I'm seeing people in the lights turning dark and that's for real son
Because when I'm coming I never go commercial
And other rappers, they be going in reversal
But me when you know me is goin' straight ahead never
Never goin' the wrong way because my style ?? crews better
Let there be light till the end of the tunnel
Take a walk with me and treat your mind just like a funnel
Your lookin' at the situation
MC's for simulation
Intoxication must be something if they keep on frontin'
Cause nothing could make me wanna quit or even forfeit
Well and if you wanna see class then take a fuckin' portrait
Or portfolio but this ain't the rodeo
But if you wanna go toe to toe
Then lets stop the show and get it on
Like marvyn gaye you make the [?]
Yea, one time for ya mind
[Hook:]
Many rappers be spittin game (think they're sayin' somethin)
But when they turn around (all they see is people frontin')
Makin' music think it's hard to the bone
But deep inside your soul you can never hold your own
[Verse 2:]
When I'll be on the microphone I'm goin' off just like the power
And plus I bring that beat that keeps your head bobbin' for hours
And now I could take it to another fragrance
So keep on smellin' the funks that your body
Yellin' out to the flashy rappers
Or yet the crappy actors
You can call it what you want, just don't let it pass you by
And Classified takin' over kid
And that's the way it's goin' down, and that's the way it is
So move along, move aside
Now rest assure
That every brother who can rap thinks he's all that
But fall back because you be slippin' on the beats I've committed
And every time you did it you be thinkin' it's terrific
But come on son you just a dream of going to sleep
MC's bowing down on the rival on defeat
Take it how you want it, give it how you feel is right
Talkin' at the mouth, MC's tryin' to earn a mic
[Verse 3:]
What would rappers try to do if they never had a rhyme
Tryin' to be a story teller and having no say like Hellen Keller
But I'm a dweller, so i'm gonna speak what goin' in mind
Takin' day, months, years, that don't matter it just time
I'm gonna climb the ladder of life, for real
so what the deal?
how you out to try and make me out to be a killa
[?] to check to my grille-a, this how I feel ya
so don't be pushy or I'll be the one to up and spill ya
yea, that's how I proved to be committed with my very own words
five years payin' dues
never thought I would lose, but yo I never won a thing so I lost
and if I'm goin' down well then I guess I paid the cost
only time will tell if I made it back
but four tapes later kid, I'm still makin' raps
I guess I'm just an addict, I gotta get some more
but all you other rappers what the fuck you lookin' for?
[Hook x2]
Leave it all to hip hop
To make your simple ????
I'm seeing people in the lights turning dark and that's for real son
Because when I'm coming I never go commercial
And other rappers, they be going in reversal
But me when you know me is goin' straight ahead never
Never goin' the wrong way because my style ?? crews better
Let there be light till the end of the tunnel
Take a walk with me and treat your mind just like a funnel
Your lookin' at the situation
MC's for simulation
Intoxication must be something if they keep on frontin'
Cause nothing could make me wanna quit or even forfeit
Well and if you wanna see class then take a fuckin' portrait
Or portfolio but this ain't the rodeo
But if you wanna go toe to toe
Then lets stop the show and get it on
Like marvyn gaye you make the [?]
Yea, one time for ya mind
[Hook:]
Many rappers be spittin game (think they're sayin' somethin)
But when they turn around (all they see is people frontin')
Makin' music think it's hard to the bone
But deep inside your soul you can never hold your own
[Verse 2:]
When I'll be on the microphone I'm goin' off just like the power
And plus I bring that beat that keeps your head bobbin' for hours
And now I could take it to another fragrance
So keep on smellin' the funks that your body
Yellin' out to the flashy rappers
Or yet the crappy actors
You can call it what you want, just don't let it pass you by
And Classified takin' over kid
And that's the way it's goin' down, and that's the way it is
So move along, move aside
Now rest assure
That every brother who can rap thinks he's all that
But fall back because you be slippin' on the beats I've committed
And every time you did it you be thinkin' it's terrific
But come on son you just a dream of going to sleep
MC's bowing down on the rival on defeat
Take it how you want it, give it how you feel is right
Talkin' at the mouth, MC's tryin' to earn a mic
[Verse 3:]
What would rappers try to do if they never had a rhyme
Tryin' to be a story teller and having no say like Hellen Keller
But I'm a dweller, so i'm gonna speak what goin' in mind
Takin' day, months, years, that don't matter it just time
I'm gonna climb the ladder of life, for real
so what the deal?
how you out to try and make me out to be a killa
[?] to check to my grille-a, this how I feel ya
so don't be pushy or I'll be the one to up and spill ya
yea, that's how I proved to be committed with my very own words
five years payin' dues
never thought I would lose, but yo I never won a thing so I lost
and if I'm goin' down well then I guess I paid the cost
only time will tell if I made it back
but four tapes later kid, I'm still makin' raps
I guess I'm just an addict, I gotta get some more
but all you other rappers what the fuck you lookin' for?
[Hook x2]
Information lyrics - Classified
Classified
Bringing information
[Verse 1:]
It's all a thinking process kid
My mind begins a track
Frequency above the normal way your head like interact
Try to counteract
And wonder how I got up in your brains
Just before you made your record information was your claim to fame
but now you talking like you made it off your street life
Every now and then ?? be leading to freak mics
So keep tight
And keep your head from wondering
I'll be known as Class, the kid that everyone be honourin'
So by surprise acts, I except with open arms
Never thinking I'm a God in my soul, I got the high roll
You define gold selling, a certain amount of records
Well who's respect did you earn? Baby you got burned
Haven't you learned that the job you doin's half-assed
Smash That
Everybody knows that I'ma last laugh
so past that on the peoples in your clique
cause when I be laying rhymes you know it's guaranteed thick
[Chorus: x2]
Never slowing down son I got no time for wasting
Cause Class is all about bringing information
And when I'm on the mic I speak to every single nation
Cause Class is all about bringing information
[Verse 2:]
There comes a time in everybody's simple life when everything gets complicated
try to dodge it and debate it but a
how do you think we got this far? On are own brain?
years of fucking signs, blowin' up like it was propane
I'ma take you to a spot where everyone can see
givin' props to every person who supported me
(like who)
Jolly Green
Quincy Brun, we still in contact
Can't forget Jorun for helping me record my first rap
in the years to come
Got to speak on different terms
Never learn
If we keep repeating on another sermon
I keep on burning like a candle in the wind
think my flame is blowin' out? kid I got to much adrenaline
You'll never hold me down
So, give up
And throw the towel in
Knocked out again, I take home the medallion
your trialing behind son
moving to the foreground, so don't talk shit
puffing up your top lip
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
So open up your mind, Don't forget about the facts
Everything ain't what you hear, you got to see to believe it last
Lots of people talking (Class, I'll be done for years)
but when I'm bowling through all the people run for clear
kid I ain't mad at cha, I gotta live my own life
This is the way I picked my plan I got to hold on tight
And if I'm right, then I'm right
if I'm wrong then oh well
There ain't no pressure on my soul I got to pay my toll
Every person pays a price, one time or other
It doesn't matter what your name be or ya colour
you take your shot, I'll take my chance and we can end at that
and leave the drama for these kids who wanna try to rap
[Chorus x2]
Bringing information
[Verse 1:]
It's all a thinking process kid
My mind begins a track
Frequency above the normal way your head like interact
Try to counteract
And wonder how I got up in your brains
Just before you made your record information was your claim to fame
but now you talking like you made it off your street life
Every now and then ?? be leading to freak mics
So keep tight
And keep your head from wondering
I'll be known as Class, the kid that everyone be honourin'
So by surprise acts, I except with open arms
Never thinking I'm a God in my soul, I got the high roll
You define gold selling, a certain amount of records
Well who's respect did you earn? Baby you got burned
Haven't you learned that the job you doin's half-assed
Smash That
Everybody knows that I'ma last laugh
so past that on the peoples in your clique
cause when I be laying rhymes you know it's guaranteed thick
[Chorus: x2]
Never slowing down son I got no time for wasting
Cause Class is all about bringing information
And when I'm on the mic I speak to every single nation
Cause Class is all about bringing information
[Verse 2:]
There comes a time in everybody's simple life when everything gets complicated
try to dodge it and debate it but a
how do you think we got this far? On are own brain?
years of fucking signs, blowin' up like it was propane
I'ma take you to a spot where everyone can see
givin' props to every person who supported me
(like who)
Jolly Green
Quincy Brun, we still in contact
Can't forget Jorun for helping me record my first rap
in the years to come
Got to speak on different terms
Never learn
If we keep repeating on another sermon
I keep on burning like a candle in the wind
think my flame is blowin' out? kid I got to much adrenaline
You'll never hold me down
So, give up
And throw the towel in
Knocked out again, I take home the medallion
your trialing behind son
moving to the foreground, so don't talk shit
puffing up your top lip
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
So open up your mind, Don't forget about the facts
Everything ain't what you hear, you got to see to believe it last
Lots of people talking (Class, I'll be done for years)
but when I'm bowling through all the people run for clear
kid I ain't mad at cha, I gotta live my own life
This is the way I picked my plan I got to hold on tight
And if I'm right, then I'm right
if I'm wrong then oh well
There ain't no pressure on my soul I got to pay my toll
Every person pays a price, one time or other
It doesn't matter what your name be or ya colour
you take your shot, I'll take my chance and we can end at that
and leave the drama for these kids who wanna try to rap
[Chorus x2]
Addicted lyrics - Classified
Check, Check yo
[Chorus:]
What's it all about, hip hop what dose it mean?
I'm addicted to this shit and I ain't ever comin clean
To be all you can be
But son you under pressure
Oh damn I'm so addicted to it man
[Verse 1:]
Yo it started off at an early age, twelve to be exact
Got addicted to this shit that made my neck snap back
It was an experimental I guess I knew no better
And uh after I tried I knew I'd need this shit forever
The days went by the months they rapidly switched
And then my brain started feelin' effects from all the hits
It was peer pressure, everybody did it
Not really but I feel I hadda be just another addict
It was time for a change, hadda move quick
The next step up in my life hadda be proved thick
So then I did what I never thought I would do
That's when I started sellin' hits to the people in my crew
I passed it all around, and gave a sample here and there
I gave a bit, took a bit, and got my people on the shit
What did I do?
I'm lookin' back now, I'm reminiscing
Bout the kids they didn't do it never knew what they were missing
Yo class what would you do if you never had it in your mind
I'd probably be another sucker doin nothin' all the time
But I'm going to go out and get mine
So let me get REAL HIGH till the day that I die
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
A couple years later
Nothing's changed it's all the same
And I still be tryin' to get high up in this [?] game
I gotta be all I can be or be more than that
Cause if I'm jogging down the path I'm sure I'll lose it like [?]
Last seconds for a chance
Last second for a stance
So I gotta stand my ground
Your [?] like a pronoun
And Classified never played it like that
So if I'm ever go down damn right I'm gonna fight back (yeah)
How could it ever happen to me?
I always felt that I was different cause I was rappin for free
The same line, the same verse, the same story
Don't know another face that's getting paid in my territory
Now on the other hand I know the money that be thrown away
Buyin all the records and tapes that we don't even play
Runnin out of money, yo I'm lookin at eviction
I gotta find a cure for this addiction
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
Yo and in the present, I don't know what to do any more
Should I go see the devil layer try to get help every day
With the beats and the rhymes I'm a fanatic
I got a problem I can't help it I'm an addict
The first step to ever kick it is admit it
If you ain't ever doing that than you're hopeless so forget it
What can you do? Well I don't know but here's a couple facts
You can try some cold turkey, chewing gum, or use the patch
And as for me, well now I deal my own
I got sick of buyin' weak shit, tired out with freak shit
Decided just to be another contender
Another offender, but never be a pretender
Surrendering never even went across my mind
Divine, stayin above hip hop the game that I love
I'ma keep making' beats, find the breaks are getting' tired
Everybody wants to hear so Class be the supplier
[Chorus x2]
[Chorus:]
What's it all about, hip hop what dose it mean?
I'm addicted to this shit and I ain't ever comin clean
To be all you can be
But son you under pressure
Oh damn I'm so addicted to it man
[Verse 1:]
Yo it started off at an early age, twelve to be exact
Got addicted to this shit that made my neck snap back
It was an experimental I guess I knew no better
And uh after I tried I knew I'd need this shit forever
The days went by the months they rapidly switched
And then my brain started feelin' effects from all the hits
It was peer pressure, everybody did it
Not really but I feel I hadda be just another addict
It was time for a change, hadda move quick
The next step up in my life hadda be proved thick
So then I did what I never thought I would do
That's when I started sellin' hits to the people in my crew
I passed it all around, and gave a sample here and there
I gave a bit, took a bit, and got my people on the shit
What did I do?
I'm lookin' back now, I'm reminiscing
Bout the kids they didn't do it never knew what they were missing
Yo class what would you do if you never had it in your mind
I'd probably be another sucker doin nothin' all the time
But I'm going to go out and get mine
So let me get REAL HIGH till the day that I die
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
A couple years later
Nothing's changed it's all the same
And I still be tryin' to get high up in this [?] game
I gotta be all I can be or be more than that
Cause if I'm jogging down the path I'm sure I'll lose it like [?]
Last seconds for a chance
Last second for a stance
So I gotta stand my ground
Your [?] like a pronoun
And Classified never played it like that
So if I'm ever go down damn right I'm gonna fight back (yeah)
How could it ever happen to me?
I always felt that I was different cause I was rappin for free
The same line, the same verse, the same story
Don't know another face that's getting paid in my territory
Now on the other hand I know the money that be thrown away
Buyin all the records and tapes that we don't even play
Runnin out of money, yo I'm lookin at eviction
I gotta find a cure for this addiction
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
Yo and in the present, I don't know what to do any more
Should I go see the devil layer try to get help every day
With the beats and the rhymes I'm a fanatic
I got a problem I can't help it I'm an addict
The first step to ever kick it is admit it
If you ain't ever doing that than you're hopeless so forget it
What can you do? Well I don't know but here's a couple facts
You can try some cold turkey, chewing gum, or use the patch
And as for me, well now I deal my own
I got sick of buyin' weak shit, tired out with freak shit
Decided just to be another contender
Another offender, but never be a pretender
Surrendering never even went across my mind
Divine, stayin above hip hop the game that I love
I'ma keep making' beats, find the breaks are getting' tired
Everybody wants to hear so Class be the supplier
[Chorus x2]
Higher lyrics - Classified (feat. B.o.B)
Ladies and Gentlemen
Boys and Girls
You need to turn it up
Class
Bob
We take it up a little higher
[Hook: Jackie Wilson]
Your love, keeps lifting me higher
Than I've ever been lifted before
[Verse 1:]
Know when I'm feeling down and out I'm feeling out of commission
I call you up in a minute you come on over I hit it
I was the one that said he's never going to do it but did it
Yeah your love is addictive without the hugging and kissing
You got me breaking the bank, got me spending my dough
I love the way that you taste and leave your scent on my clothes
You take my breath away choked up, literally
My body felt the pain, those couple days when we broke up you killing me
Yeah my parents tried to pre warn me
But now we higher than E-40 and King Gordy
When I'm in the studio recording it seems boring
Until you come around each morning and reward me
You loosened my nerves when I was feeling uptight
You had me falling in love but kept me up every night
We've been together for years I can't believe that it lasted
I'll love you 'till you're gone and you're nothing but ashes
You're smoking girl
[Hook]
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
Well, my mind is in lift when the climate is this
You give me the type of high the type of high I will miss
When you light up I can't explain how much excitement I get
Travel to California, I catch a flight for your scent
You got the same initials as all of the greats
As all of the greats, you the high point of the day
Me and you been rolling since junior varsity days
Thats why I keep you with me at every party I play
I'm talking 'bout you girl
I'm talking 'bout her, that's my baby
You keep me elevated when life get crazy
You know what I'm into, you know what I'm into
Don't want to be with nobody if I can't be with you
That's my only chick, that's my only chick
If she's a good girl, won't let the homies hit
And if there came a day where I could not hold on to it
Then it would end my whole world like a polar shift
I'm talking 'bout your love
[Hook]
Boys and Girls
You need to turn it up
Class
Bob
We take it up a little higher
[Hook: Jackie Wilson]
Your love, keeps lifting me higher
Than I've ever been lifted before
[Verse 1:]
Know when I'm feeling down and out I'm feeling out of commission
I call you up in a minute you come on over I hit it
I was the one that said he's never going to do it but did it
Yeah your love is addictive without the hugging and kissing
You got me breaking the bank, got me spending my dough
I love the way that you taste and leave your scent on my clothes
You take my breath away choked up, literally
My body felt the pain, those couple days when we broke up you killing me
Yeah my parents tried to pre warn me
But now we higher than E-40 and King Gordy
When I'm in the studio recording it seems boring
Until you come around each morning and reward me
You loosened my nerves when I was feeling uptight
You had me falling in love but kept me up every night
We've been together for years I can't believe that it lasted
I'll love you 'till you're gone and you're nothing but ashes
You're smoking girl
[Hook]
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
Well, my mind is in lift when the climate is this
You give me the type of high the type of high I will miss
When you light up I can't explain how much excitement I get
Travel to California, I catch a flight for your scent
You got the same initials as all of the greats
As all of the greats, you the high point of the day
Me and you been rolling since junior varsity days
Thats why I keep you with me at every party I play
I'm talking 'bout you girl
I'm talking 'bout her, that's my baby
You keep me elevated when life get crazy
You know what I'm into, you know what I'm into
Don't want to be with nobody if I can't be with you
That's my only chick, that's my only chick
If she's a good girl, won't let the homies hit
And if there came a day where I could not hold on to it
Then it would end my whole world like a polar shift
I'm talking 'bout your love
[Hook]
It Ain't Over lyrics - Classified
[Chorus:]
Hey now, hey now, don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now, don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now, don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now, don't
[Verse 1:]
Ayo I finally got the truth from ya
Don't come in ya, recognize
That Classified was never one to mess around with lies
It ain't my nature, total behaviour, be opposite
Droppin it! I be the dopest MC rockin' it
Composin' tracks, got your mind in a daze
And gotcha wonderin how I can flip it every which way
Lots of practice, ayo class brings tactics
That make you bounce around like you and your girl on a mattress
Son, I'll stop you in your track with your weak style
And you can speak foul, but can you really freak pal?
Too many MCs on the mic sound the same
It's kinda funny though, cause they're the ones that found the fame
So what's that say, about this world and the music business
I guess it's all about the bank and how much money's in it
And Half Life, is like half broke
I gotta work the nine to five to put my own records out
It ain't a problem yo, keeps me focused on the mic
And makes my skills tight it feels great to shed the light
So I'm a break it for the million MC's kickin raps
That never seen no money, no fame, or no contract
Ayo you know most of us won't
See a million bucks, most of us will end up broke
To me, yo that ain't what it's about, yo I live for it
Hip hop, what's the best you can give for it?
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
So what chu take me for son? Another ten minute,
Rapper, Who's only in the game cause his friends in it
Blast ya with flows that leave your brain intoxicated
If duplicated, I'm a start this off uninstigated
So watch yourself or catch a lyric to your dome in seconds
I use my microphone to tear MCs apart in sections
I use my mind to amplify the situation needed
And put them all, again the win, my destination meet it
And now I'm at this spot for shrunken Pizza
It was never bout socking this, all about rockin' it and droppin' it
From late at night to early morning
Rappers on the mic while DJs focus on the court and
Ching, it's got my mental doing flips
You come in to this game think it's easy y'all can't do this
So put the mic down, let an MC like me kick it
Flippin', rippin', that's how I hit it (ha!)
[Chorus]
Hey now, hey now, don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now, don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now, don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now, don't
[Verse 1:]
Ayo I finally got the truth from ya
Don't come in ya, recognize
That Classified was never one to mess around with lies
It ain't my nature, total behaviour, be opposite
Droppin it! I be the dopest MC rockin' it
Composin' tracks, got your mind in a daze
And gotcha wonderin how I can flip it every which way
Lots of practice, ayo class brings tactics
That make you bounce around like you and your girl on a mattress
Son, I'll stop you in your track with your weak style
And you can speak foul, but can you really freak pal?
Too many MCs on the mic sound the same
It's kinda funny though, cause they're the ones that found the fame
So what's that say, about this world and the music business
I guess it's all about the bank and how much money's in it
And Half Life, is like half broke
I gotta work the nine to five to put my own records out
It ain't a problem yo, keeps me focused on the mic
And makes my skills tight it feels great to shed the light
So I'm a break it for the million MC's kickin raps
That never seen no money, no fame, or no contract
Ayo you know most of us won't
See a million bucks, most of us will end up broke
To me, yo that ain't what it's about, yo I live for it
Hip hop, what's the best you can give for it?
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
So what chu take me for son? Another ten minute,
Rapper, Who's only in the game cause his friends in it
Blast ya with flows that leave your brain intoxicated
If duplicated, I'm a start this off uninstigated
So watch yourself or catch a lyric to your dome in seconds
I use my microphone to tear MCs apart in sections
I use my mind to amplify the situation needed
And put them all, again the win, my destination meet it
And now I'm at this spot for shrunken Pizza
It was never bout socking this, all about rockin' it and droppin' it
From late at night to early morning
Rappers on the mic while DJs focus on the court and
Ching, it's got my mental doing flips
You come in to this game think it's easy y'all can't do this
So put the mic down, let an MC like me kick it
Flippin', rippin', that's how I hit it (ha!)
[Chorus]
Specifications lyrics - Classified
[Verse 1]
Shit I'm up late
Tryin' to re-record my dub plate
It's love hate and this game is in a rough state
Some kids hate and wanna show up at my club dates
Go and talk shit I'll shut you up with duct tape
This is goin' out for deejay's with vinyl
For every hip hop head, black to albino
Record executive who still got they spinal
Drop this for the kids who wore their pants low in high school
(C'mon!) nothin ever comes for free
I'm send this out for everyone who runs with me
Help me build up and live life comfortably
I'll remember everything that you've done for me
So let me talk clear up my brain and give props
Spit this for kids with a real love for hip hop
Fuck all that blah blah blah blah same thing
Everybody says the same thing, I can't stand that!
This is for the girls who gots they mans back
And can appreciate a song that ain't a dance track
Spittin this right here for everyone who's original
Drop somethin' different, not the same ol' shitty flow
[Chorus x2: WITH VARIATIONS]
("Ya'll know the name")
("Class") ("You hit 'em up")
("Claimin' that you pack heat") ("What?") ("The Fuck")
("Represent hip hop")
("Emcees, Deejays") ("Graffiti")
[Verse 2]
Yo I'll admit life is tricky
I know some kids in this game who'd die to hit me, jealous bastards!
Open your mouth and your gettin slapped backwards
Drop this for kids who have a beer and are plastered
Spittin' this for the marijuana smokers
For anybody high drunk or sober
I drop this for ?painters? and every street breaker
The fifth element of hip hop: the beat makers
Got beef? we'll meet later
I've got more important things to do, than start shit and swing wit chu
But bring your crew!
And when I got time I'll spit a verse off of the top and have your career seein stop signs
Drop rhymes that make ya stop tryin'
In the right mind so whenever pop mines
Can't afford last time, I need to keep movin'
I will win this game, cause I can't afford losin'
GO AHEAD this is for the ones I hung around with
GO AHEAD this is for the ones who kept me grounded
The rest of ya'll, this is for the haters who hate me
Lately, I couldn't care less I wish you all the best
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Sendin this out for everyone in Halifax
Joe One, Jolly Green, Flex Man, my man J Brew
Can't forget Ground Squad, Spec K, ha J Bizzy
My little broter Mike B, M2R Entertainment
?, Mr. Casper, TKO and DJ ? on the cuts
Shit I'm up late
Tryin' to re-record my dub plate
It's love hate and this game is in a rough state
Some kids hate and wanna show up at my club dates
Go and talk shit I'll shut you up with duct tape
This is goin' out for deejay's with vinyl
For every hip hop head, black to albino
Record executive who still got they spinal
Drop this for the kids who wore their pants low in high school
(C'mon!) nothin ever comes for free
I'm send this out for everyone who runs with me
Help me build up and live life comfortably
I'll remember everything that you've done for me
So let me talk clear up my brain and give props
Spit this for kids with a real love for hip hop
Fuck all that blah blah blah blah same thing
Everybody says the same thing, I can't stand that!
This is for the girls who gots they mans back
And can appreciate a song that ain't a dance track
Spittin this right here for everyone who's original
Drop somethin' different, not the same ol' shitty flow
[Chorus x2: WITH VARIATIONS]
("Ya'll know the name")
("Class") ("You hit 'em up")
("Claimin' that you pack heat") ("What?") ("The Fuck")
("Represent hip hop")
("Emcees, Deejays") ("Graffiti")
[Verse 2]
Yo I'll admit life is tricky
I know some kids in this game who'd die to hit me, jealous bastards!
Open your mouth and your gettin slapped backwards
Drop this for kids who have a beer and are plastered
Spittin' this for the marijuana smokers
For anybody high drunk or sober
I drop this for ?painters? and every street breaker
The fifth element of hip hop: the beat makers
Got beef? we'll meet later
I've got more important things to do, than start shit and swing wit chu
But bring your crew!
And when I got time I'll spit a verse off of the top and have your career seein stop signs
Drop rhymes that make ya stop tryin'
In the right mind so whenever pop mines
Can't afford last time, I need to keep movin'
I will win this game, cause I can't afford losin'
GO AHEAD this is for the ones I hung around with
GO AHEAD this is for the ones who kept me grounded
The rest of ya'll, this is for the haters who hate me
Lately, I couldn't care less I wish you all the best
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Sendin this out for everyone in Halifax
Joe One, Jolly Green, Flex Man, my man J Brew
Can't forget Ground Squad, Spec K, ha J Bizzy
My little broter Mike B, M2R Entertainment
?, Mr. Casper, TKO and DJ ? on the cuts
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