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" (2000)

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]

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]

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]

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]

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]

"Information" (1997)

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]

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]

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]

Classified other songs:

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]

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]

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