[Intro:]
[Classified:] Man, remember tape cassettes?
[Mic Boyd:] Tape cassettes? !
[Classified:] I remember goin into record stores, gettin so excited
For that new album, you know?
When you got it, is was like nothin else mattered
[Mic Boyd:] Oh yeah, yeah, I guess, you had to pay for that shit
[Classified:] Yeah man, it's not like that anymore
Kind of feel, kind of feelin like damn
When they used to say they don't make music like they used to
(The way it used to be)
[Mic Boyd:] No, I see what you're sayin man, I see what you're sayin
[Classified:] Check this out, look, yeah
[Mic Boyd:] What you got?
[Verse 1: Classified]
My, my, my, my dad says they don't make music like they use to
And nowadays there ain't no record store to root through
We upload and then we viewin it on YouTube
Digital to Bluetooth, I see why that confuse you
This day and age, shit it's hard to tell who's who
So many artists, every week you hear a new group
Maybe it's me or possibly I got a screw loose
A raisin short of two scoops but we don't do what you do (do, do)
[Verse 2: Mic Boyd]
Now-now-now-nowadays when I turn on the radio (yeah)
It's like they take the same old song and play it out (true)
Might be your favorite now but hate it in a day or so
Here today, gone tomorrow, that's how the saying goes
The oldies were timeless and classic (that's right)
Music now is models and actress (ah naw)
Who we pay to ogle they asses (yeah)
Never liked metal but still prefer it to plastic
[Chorus: Classified (Mic Boyd) - w/ ad libs]
My dad says they don't make music like they use to
(Oh no they don't, no they don't, no they don't)
And my crew says they don't make beats like they use to
(Oh no they don't, no they don't, no they don't)
You know what I-I think? It's just the music that I'm use to
(It's what I'm use to, it's what I'm use to)
I need my headphones louder, louder, louder, louder, louder, louder, louder, louder
[Verse 3: Mic Boyd]
Drum machines with touch screens, this must be the future
One man band all recorded on computer
Cubase, Cakewalk and Pro Tools users
Filtered effects and overused Auto-Tuners
(If you can't hit the note), then hit a switch
Artists can't get the pitch and end up [Auto-Tune voice] "singing like this"
Sounds like robots are takin our jobs
While these same record labels keep on payin 'em off
[Verse 4: Classified]
Now have you ever thought about the old records we were proud to play (yeah)
And if you heard them for the first time nowadays? (yeah)
Would we give the same props, same amount of praise? (nope)
I highly doubt it eh, it'd probably sound out of date (yeah)
Or maybe life nowadays kind of cloud our taste (yeah)
And hearin old tracks takes us back around the way (woo)
Yeah, still soundin great, off to outer space
Without a trace, leavin eardrums bent out of shape
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Outro: (Sample from "Back in the Day" by Ahmad)]
[Classified:] Yeah, the records that I play (back in the days)
[Mic Boyd:] You know the clothes that I wear (back in the days)
[Classified:] Haha, hey yo people! {you should know just how I feel}
[Classified:] When?
(Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore) [echo]
Breaking Up lyrics - Classified
[Intro: Sample with Female Singer]
How can I give you, what you're asking for?
Oh baby
When the feeling is gone (when the feeling is gone)
[Verse 1: Classified]
It's been a while since we last conversated, still can't believe we never made it
Lookin back at the way it was, high school love, both of us embraced it
Let me take it back a bit, to the place where the whole story starts
Before we ever had a clue or even knew, how hard relationships are
We was in the same class and I, use to try to make her laugh, then I
Tried to take it farther then a friend, but she just a little hesistant
It took longer then I thought, yeah I'll admit it, but I stayed patient
Was a lot like the music game, never had the skills but I had the motivation
Then in Grade 12, hooked up, became officially involved
I got the lady I've been waitin on, you could say the the mystery is solved
I graduated that year but never left, stayed another one
Told my parents I was upgradin, really I was waitin for you to be done
After that, moved to the big city, got a small place together
Slept, lived, drank, ate together, but it made it hard for us to stay together
Life is oh so unexpected, shouldn't have, the good and bad
Now I'm lookin back at it all, these are problems a man and woman have
[Chorus: Chad Hatcher (Kaleigh Cole) - w/ ad libs]
She says that I should leave, she says I should go
She don't understand, all I've been waitin for is everything {is everything}
For something {for something}, to change {change}
(But I think that I should stay, things could be the same
It's just me and you, with no one to blame
But you don't see {but you don't see}
It's only me {it's only me}, that would change) {changeee}
How can I give you, what you're asking for, ohhhh baby
When that feeling is gone
[Verse 2: Classified]
So after about a year or so, a lot of bickerin and fightin came
Everything we had together, fell apart slow, never seemed worth the pain
More hatin then there was lovin, both arguin about nothin
Neither one of apologize, I guess the two of us were too stubborn
Still lived together though, though decided maybe we should take a break
I never really wanted that, I just wanted change, that was my mistake
I never thought we would break up, never thought I'd find another like her
But I was still thinkin we'd get back together and these loose ends would become tighter
But no way, no luck, threw the towel in, we broke up
I moved out, choked up, depressed every day I woke up
Found out she had another man and this is when it really hit home
Fuck I lost everything I had and I ain't the type who likes to be alone
Now I'm tryin to move along and I felt it difficult to stay strong
But dark days always brighten up, if the fight in ya keeps movin on
A couple months after all of this, I bumped into another girl I knew
Had a couple dates in high school, a type of girl you don't forget, simply beautiful
We talked for a little bit, we took some time out and reminisced
And I forgot about my dark days, she taught me heartbreak can lead to happiness
When I was down and had no faith, she showed me everything is okay
My soul mate, I never would of thought a break up could end so great
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Outro: Sample with Female Singer]
How can I give you, what you're asking for?
Oh, let's go our separate ways, oh baby
How can I give you, what you're asking for?
Oh baby
When the feeling is gone (when the feeling is gone)
[Verse 1: Classified]
It's been a while since we last conversated, still can't believe we never made it
Lookin back at the way it was, high school love, both of us embraced it
Let me take it back a bit, to the place where the whole story starts
Before we ever had a clue or even knew, how hard relationships are
We was in the same class and I, use to try to make her laugh, then I
Tried to take it farther then a friend, but she just a little hesistant
It took longer then I thought, yeah I'll admit it, but I stayed patient
Was a lot like the music game, never had the skills but I had the motivation
Then in Grade 12, hooked up, became officially involved
I got the lady I've been waitin on, you could say the the mystery is solved
I graduated that year but never left, stayed another one
Told my parents I was upgradin, really I was waitin for you to be done
After that, moved to the big city, got a small place together
Slept, lived, drank, ate together, but it made it hard for us to stay together
Life is oh so unexpected, shouldn't have, the good and bad
Now I'm lookin back at it all, these are problems a man and woman have
[Chorus: Chad Hatcher (Kaleigh Cole) - w/ ad libs]
She says that I should leave, she says I should go
She don't understand, all I've been waitin for is everything {is everything}
For something {for something}, to change {change}
(But I think that I should stay, things could be the same
It's just me and you, with no one to blame
But you don't see {but you don't see}
It's only me {it's only me}, that would change) {changeee}
How can I give you, what you're asking for, ohhhh baby
When that feeling is gone
[Verse 2: Classified]
So after about a year or so, a lot of bickerin and fightin came
Everything we had together, fell apart slow, never seemed worth the pain
More hatin then there was lovin, both arguin about nothin
Neither one of apologize, I guess the two of us were too stubborn
Still lived together though, though decided maybe we should take a break
I never really wanted that, I just wanted change, that was my mistake
I never thought we would break up, never thought I'd find another like her
But I was still thinkin we'd get back together and these loose ends would become tighter
But no way, no luck, threw the towel in, we broke up
I moved out, choked up, depressed every day I woke up
Found out she had another man and this is when it really hit home
Fuck I lost everything I had and I ain't the type who likes to be alone
Now I'm tryin to move along and I felt it difficult to stay strong
But dark days always brighten up, if the fight in ya keeps movin on
A couple months after all of this, I bumped into another girl I knew
Had a couple dates in high school, a type of girl you don't forget, simply beautiful
We talked for a little bit, we took some time out and reminisced
And I forgot about my dark days, she taught me heartbreak can lead to happiness
When I was down and had no faith, she showed me everything is okay
My soul mate, I never would of thought a break up could end so great
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Outro: Sample with Female Singer]
How can I give you, what you're asking for?
Oh, let's go our separate ways, oh baby
One Track Mind lyrics - Classified (feat. Joel Plaskett)
[Chorus: Joel Plaskett]
One track mind, focused on important shit
Eyes on the prize, one track mind
One track mind, focused on important shit
Eyes on the prize, one track mind
[Classified: talking over Chorus]
Ye-yeah, you got a
Haha, yeah
Yo, I got a little story for ya
[Verse 1: Classified]
Yeah, now Dave he works hard in the dock yard (ha)
But wants to be a rock star, drivin hot cars (yeah)
Livin large, gettin girls like an all-star (right)
Filthy rich knockin hits out the ball park (come on)
With his Les Paul Guitar as his call card
He fell in love with the music, it was all heart
And when you reach high sometimes you fall far (yeah)
You gotta give it all you got once the job starts
Focused everyday, smilin when he played
His fingerprints took a beatin, almost fade away
His family didn't know or couldn't understand
They thought he'd snap out of this like a rubber band
But we know he seems (gone) got his first taste
A couple show dates always comin home late
At the break of (dawn), his girl's sleepin
Barely ever see him 'cause he's giggin on the weekend
And when he was around it was like his mind wasn't
His girl would talk to him but he never heard nothin
Mind always racin, a race against time
That's a one track mind
[Chorus: Joel Plaskett - w/ ad libs]
One track mind, focused on important shit
Eyes on the prize, one track mind
Got a one track mind, I'm focused on important shit
Give me some time, I only need a little bit
Got a one track mind now, I'm focused on focusin
I'm hittin my stride and everybody's noticin
[talking over first part of the Chorus: Classified]
Haha, yeah
I can see it
(Ohhh, now look it here)
[Verse 2: Classified]
And Brooke is like the girl that we all know (ALL KNOW)
Dressed to impress like a model (MODEL)
Only wore clothes with a brand name (bling)
She never shopped Target, she had a bad aim
She got her hair and nails did almost everyday (yeah)
Said she liked the attention that it sent her way
And when she's done up right she likes everybody noticin (woo woo)
Looks for the praise let's the compliments soak in
But on a bad day and by a bad day, I mean a bad hair day
Or don't know what to wear day
She doesn't go out, don't feel comfortable
Without the accessories, she don't feel presentable
Huh, she always worry what she look like
She thinks everybody worries what she looks like
Her own man sick and tired, so he took flight
She knows he loved her but he couldn't deal with Brooke's type
She thought appearance was the only thing important
Left everything else on the back burner boilin
Eyes on the prize, focused on the goal line
That's a one track mind
[Chorus: Joel Plaskett]
One track mind (hey, hey), focused on important shit (ha)
Eyes on the prize, one track mind
One track mind, focused on important shit
Eyes on the prize, one track mind
I got a one track mind, I'm focused on important shit
Give me some time, I only need a little bit
Got a one track mind, I'm focused on focusin
I'm hittin my stride and everybody's noticin
[talking over first part of the Chorus: Classified]
Ye-yeah, you got a one track mind
Focused on important shit
Yeah, one track
Pick it up!
Got a one track mind, I'm focused on focusin
[Classified:]
Joel Plaskett
[Joel Plaskett:]
Ohhhh and that's Classy kid
Diddley-diddley-diddley-diddley-diddley-diddley-diddley-diddley-diddley-diddley-diddley
Wop, wop, wop, haha (yeah!)
One track mind, focused on important shit
Eyes on the prize, one track mind
One track mind, focused on important shit
Eyes on the prize, one track mind
[Classified: talking over Chorus]
Ye-yeah, you got a
Haha, yeah
Yo, I got a little story for ya
[Verse 1: Classified]
Yeah, now Dave he works hard in the dock yard (ha)
But wants to be a rock star, drivin hot cars (yeah)
Livin large, gettin girls like an all-star (right)
Filthy rich knockin hits out the ball park (come on)
With his Les Paul Guitar as his call card
He fell in love with the music, it was all heart
And when you reach high sometimes you fall far (yeah)
You gotta give it all you got once the job starts
Focused everyday, smilin when he played
His fingerprints took a beatin, almost fade away
His family didn't know or couldn't understand
They thought he'd snap out of this like a rubber band
But we know he seems (gone) got his first taste
A couple show dates always comin home late
At the break of (dawn), his girl's sleepin
Barely ever see him 'cause he's giggin on the weekend
And when he was around it was like his mind wasn't
His girl would talk to him but he never heard nothin
Mind always racin, a race against time
That's a one track mind
[Chorus: Joel Plaskett - w/ ad libs]
One track mind, focused on important shit
Eyes on the prize, one track mind
Got a one track mind, I'm focused on important shit
Give me some time, I only need a little bit
Got a one track mind now, I'm focused on focusin
I'm hittin my stride and everybody's noticin
[talking over first part of the Chorus: Classified]
Haha, yeah
I can see it
(Ohhh, now look it here)
[Verse 2: Classified]
And Brooke is like the girl that we all know (ALL KNOW)
Dressed to impress like a model (MODEL)
Only wore clothes with a brand name (bling)
She never shopped Target, she had a bad aim
She got her hair and nails did almost everyday (yeah)
Said she liked the attention that it sent her way
And when she's done up right she likes everybody noticin (woo woo)
Looks for the praise let's the compliments soak in
But on a bad day and by a bad day, I mean a bad hair day
Or don't know what to wear day
She doesn't go out, don't feel comfortable
Without the accessories, she don't feel presentable
Huh, she always worry what she look like
She thinks everybody worries what she looks like
Her own man sick and tired, so he took flight
She knows he loved her but he couldn't deal with Brooke's type
She thought appearance was the only thing important
Left everything else on the back burner boilin
Eyes on the prize, focused on the goal line
That's a one track mind
[Chorus: Joel Plaskett]
One track mind (hey, hey), focused on important shit (ha)
Eyes on the prize, one track mind
One track mind, focused on important shit
Eyes on the prize, one track mind
I got a one track mind, I'm focused on important shit
Give me some time, I only need a little bit
Got a one track mind, I'm focused on focusin
I'm hittin my stride and everybody's noticin
[talking over first part of the Chorus: Classified]
Ye-yeah, you got a one track mind
Focused on important shit
Yeah, one track
Pick it up!
Got a one track mind, I'm focused on focusin
[Classified:]
Joel Plaskett
[Joel Plaskett:]
Ohhhh and that's Classy kid
Diddley-diddley-diddley-diddley-diddley-diddley-diddley-diddley-diddley-diddley-diddley
Wop, wop, wop, haha (yeah!)
Choose Your Own Adventure 4 lyrics - Classified
(Choose your own adventureeeeeee!)
[Intro: Classified - talking (Martin Finch)]
Martin Finch
(What's up man? What are you doin here?)
What are YOU doin here?
I thought you were at boot camp the last two months?
[Verse 1: Martin Finch (Classified)]
Hey Class, I'm back, I'm back in the 'fax, I'm back with a bad back
I was trapped in shallow Manitoba, where everything is flat
I can't even find it on a map
I was surrounded by MC's but none of them rapped
Everyday I was doin laps around the track
Every drill I was catchin flack for bein slack
I tried so hard that I had an asthma attack
And cracked my back, left it blue and black
(Man don't give me that, just keep it real, come on, it's Class)
No man, this massive motherfucker woke me up
To do sit ups and push ups, 'til I threw up
Imagine bein depressed as fuck, pressed for luck
Like nothing's enough, life is tough
When these ranks are rippin your stuff, boot camp sucks
Plus you got to dig a trench in the muck
Basic is two months of bein stuck and brain fucked
Shucks, it's worth the bucks but when you're goin through it it fuckin
Sucks
[Verse 2: Classified]
Man, that's tough luck
You sound like you could use a drink, come on, let's go get fucked up!
(yeah!)
So back into the club we went and got some liquor
We downed a pitcher, then I made my way towards the pisser
The mood is right, the music's tight, the atmosphere better
The crowd's buildin and they feelin each and every record
Then I see Ghetto Child chillin in the back but
Lookin kind of tense, a little stressed out in fact
[Break: Ghetto Child - talking (Classified)]
What up Class?
(Ghetto Child man, what's happenin? What's goin on?)
Man you should leave, trust me it's about to get ugly
[Verse 3: Ghetto Child (Sample)]
Alright, it's a motherfuckin stick up!
(Gun-gun-gun-gun's still loaded)
I'm ready to empty the semi on any who envy
Got plenty of deadly ammo for anyone tried to tempt me
The cannibalistic animal in me
Is the reason there's no manager with me
'Cause (the gun's still loaded)
Pour me a draft, empty the till and give me the cash
'Cause it's a stick up!
From pennies to bills, the bartender's tip cup
The ice in his grill got knocked out and picked up
(The gun's still loaded)
Still waitin to bust it, they prayin I tuck it
But that shit don't relate to my subject
Disturbin the peace. invadin the club with a ratchet
Attackin any rapper that think he sayin somethin but sayin nothin!
(Bo!, bo!) [gunshots] (the gun's still loaded)
Shots rang out, rang out, bang out, bang out
Got the club runnin like a track meet
You trip, you trampled like jockies in a stampede
Exits in every direction, everyone except me
Is leapin and creepin, duckin and dodgin, runnin and gunnin, runnin for
Safety
"Run for your life! He's gone crazy! "
That's why that lady screamed, that's her in the club, right outside
Them all shots fly but (the gun's still loaded, blow our your brain)
[gunshot and screaming]
[Outro: Narrator - talking]
If the bullet hit you, turn off the CD, you're dead!
If the bullet missed you, please proceed to Track 22
[Intro: Classified - talking (Martin Finch)]
Martin Finch
(What's up man? What are you doin here?)
What are YOU doin here?
I thought you were at boot camp the last two months?
[Verse 1: Martin Finch (Classified)]
Hey Class, I'm back, I'm back in the 'fax, I'm back with a bad back
I was trapped in shallow Manitoba, where everything is flat
I can't even find it on a map
I was surrounded by MC's but none of them rapped
Everyday I was doin laps around the track
Every drill I was catchin flack for bein slack
I tried so hard that I had an asthma attack
And cracked my back, left it blue and black
(Man don't give me that, just keep it real, come on, it's Class)
No man, this massive motherfucker woke me up
To do sit ups and push ups, 'til I threw up
Imagine bein depressed as fuck, pressed for luck
Like nothing's enough, life is tough
When these ranks are rippin your stuff, boot camp sucks
Plus you got to dig a trench in the muck
Basic is two months of bein stuck and brain fucked
Shucks, it's worth the bucks but when you're goin through it it fuckin
Sucks
[Verse 2: Classified]
Man, that's tough luck
You sound like you could use a drink, come on, let's go get fucked up!
(yeah!)
So back into the club we went and got some liquor
We downed a pitcher, then I made my way towards the pisser
The mood is right, the music's tight, the atmosphere better
The crowd's buildin and they feelin each and every record
Then I see Ghetto Child chillin in the back but
Lookin kind of tense, a little stressed out in fact
[Break: Ghetto Child - talking (Classified)]
What up Class?
(Ghetto Child man, what's happenin? What's goin on?)
Man you should leave, trust me it's about to get ugly
[Verse 3: Ghetto Child (Sample)]
Alright, it's a motherfuckin stick up!
(Gun-gun-gun-gun's still loaded)
I'm ready to empty the semi on any who envy
Got plenty of deadly ammo for anyone tried to tempt me
The cannibalistic animal in me
Is the reason there's no manager with me
'Cause (the gun's still loaded)
Pour me a draft, empty the till and give me the cash
'Cause it's a stick up!
From pennies to bills, the bartender's tip cup
The ice in his grill got knocked out and picked up
(The gun's still loaded)
Still waitin to bust it, they prayin I tuck it
But that shit don't relate to my subject
Disturbin the peace. invadin the club with a ratchet
Attackin any rapper that think he sayin somethin but sayin nothin!
(Bo!, bo!) [gunshots] (the gun's still loaded)
Shots rang out, rang out, bang out, bang out
Got the club runnin like a track meet
You trip, you trampled like jockies in a stampede
Exits in every direction, everyone except me
Is leapin and creepin, duckin and dodgin, runnin and gunnin, runnin for
Safety
"Run for your life! He's gone crazy! "
That's why that lady screamed, that's her in the club, right outside
Them all shots fly but (the gun's still loaded, blow our your brain)
[gunshot and screaming]
[Outro: Narrator - talking]
If the bullet hit you, turn off the CD, you're dead!
If the bullet missed you, please proceed to Track 22
Things Are Looking Up lyrics - Classified (feat. Chad Hatcher)
[Intro: Classified - talking]
Yo C, give me a little bass
(Things are looking up, things are looking up...)
Put in some bass, give me the keys
Just give me some feel good music
I need something to cheer me up
Something to put a smile on my face
[Verse 1: Classified]
Look, I'm hangin by the end of my rope
Feelin defensive and broke, with no intention to cope
When the weather is cold and the adrenaline flows
And everything is lookin down (hey!), there's no mention of hope (ho!)
It's hard to get away, so we tend to be prone
And the world seems depressed, so when your in Rome, I guess
I gotta keep the engine afloat
And when the water leaks in, don't abandon the boat
And yes, soon the depression will fold
It's a battle and ya gotta choose your weapon to hold (ha)
I figured that we've learned from the lessons of old
It ain't over 'til we meet up at the end of the road
Yeah we destined to grow, so remember control
A bit of patience can work as a friend or a foe
I'm lettin it out, so I don't bottle it in
I'm puttin up, things are looking down, no not again
[Verse 2: Chad Hatcher]
I've seen the sun come up today
It will probably change to rain or something
It's hard to keep a smile on my face sometimes
I know that we can find a way
To forget those little things that stop us
And push on through the rain and the sun will shine
'Cause hope will only get you so far
Have a plan and know where your friends are
If you leave your town just to find your place
And run from things you find you can't escape
You can find what it is you see
Take it day by day, take it week by week
Just push on 'cause when things get rough
No head down, things are looking up (things are looking up...)
[Chorus: Chad Hatcher - w/ ad libs]
I gotta hold on for one more day
I gotta hold on for one more day
I gotta hold on for one more day
And I gotta push on 'cause when things get tough
No head down, things are looking up
[Verse 3: Classified]
Yeah, we do that feel good music
So feel good to it, it's the fuel to get through it
Problems Houston but we are only human
So air out and deal with the heat when it's humid (yeah)
I'm lost on a path that is mapped out (ha)
On the mat, thinkin maybe I should tap out (yeah)
But in time the anxiety will pass slow
I use to worry but now it makes me laugh though (huh)
Fuck it I'll be blunt
I'm sure we all thought about suicide once
I know I did but I never made the cut
I guess I never had the guts or wasn't selfish enough
We push on every day that's just how life is
Until things are looking up like gas prices
It's ironic, the irony is clever
But once you hit the bottom it can only get better
[Verse 4: Chad Hatcher]
I know that there will be a day
Or two that come as a surprise
But things will seem way to, good to be true
I just know there's another way
To clear a path through all that stops you
With nothin in the way, there's nothin to lose
I don't know what it is these days
I seem to spend them in a daze
I got plans that are hard to keep
And lately man, well I don't get no sleep
I can find everything I need
Take it day by day, take it week by week
Have a drink, maybe have a puff
And don't look down, things are looking up
[Chorus: w/ ad libs until the end]
Yo C, give me a little bass
(Things are looking up, things are looking up...)
Put in some bass, give me the keys
Just give me some feel good music
I need something to cheer me up
Something to put a smile on my face
[Verse 1: Classified]
Look, I'm hangin by the end of my rope
Feelin defensive and broke, with no intention to cope
When the weather is cold and the adrenaline flows
And everything is lookin down (hey!), there's no mention of hope (ho!)
It's hard to get away, so we tend to be prone
And the world seems depressed, so when your in Rome, I guess
I gotta keep the engine afloat
And when the water leaks in, don't abandon the boat
And yes, soon the depression will fold
It's a battle and ya gotta choose your weapon to hold (ha)
I figured that we've learned from the lessons of old
It ain't over 'til we meet up at the end of the road
Yeah we destined to grow, so remember control
A bit of patience can work as a friend or a foe
I'm lettin it out, so I don't bottle it in
I'm puttin up, things are looking down, no not again
[Verse 2: Chad Hatcher]
I've seen the sun come up today
It will probably change to rain or something
It's hard to keep a smile on my face sometimes
I know that we can find a way
To forget those little things that stop us
And push on through the rain and the sun will shine
'Cause hope will only get you so far
Have a plan and know where your friends are
If you leave your town just to find your place
And run from things you find you can't escape
You can find what it is you see
Take it day by day, take it week by week
Just push on 'cause when things get rough
No head down, things are looking up (things are looking up...)
[Chorus: Chad Hatcher - w/ ad libs]
I gotta hold on for one more day
I gotta hold on for one more day
I gotta hold on for one more day
And I gotta push on 'cause when things get tough
No head down, things are looking up
[Verse 3: Classified]
Yeah, we do that feel good music
So feel good to it, it's the fuel to get through it
Problems Houston but we are only human
So air out and deal with the heat when it's humid (yeah)
I'm lost on a path that is mapped out (ha)
On the mat, thinkin maybe I should tap out (yeah)
But in time the anxiety will pass slow
I use to worry but now it makes me laugh though (huh)
Fuck it I'll be blunt
I'm sure we all thought about suicide once
I know I did but I never made the cut
I guess I never had the guts or wasn't selfish enough
We push on every day that's just how life is
Until things are looking up like gas prices
It's ironic, the irony is clever
But once you hit the bottom it can only get better
[Verse 4: Chad Hatcher]
I know that there will be a day
Or two that come as a surprise
But things will seem way to, good to be true
I just know there's another way
To clear a path through all that stops you
With nothin in the way, there's nothin to lose
I don't know what it is these days
I seem to spend them in a daze
I got plans that are hard to keep
And lately man, well I don't get no sleep
I can find everything I need
Take it day by day, take it week by week
Have a drink, maybe have a puff
And don't look down, things are looking up
[Chorus: w/ ad libs until the end]
Still Got It lyrics - Classified
["hey" repeated throughout the Intro and Chorus*]
[Intro: Classified - talking]
My word, ha!
[Chorus: Cuts by DJ Jorun - w/ ad libs]
"We don't even speak the same kind of language"
[Dr. Dre:] "They want to know if he still got it"
[Classified:] "Plug my mic back in, let me begin"
"I'm on the mic, you're on the run"
"Because, this is how it should be done"
"Word up"
[Verse 1: Classified]
Yeah, uh, yeah, I wipe off a fresh pair of Nikes and roll my pair of
Dice (yeah)
Infectious, I'm passed on like a parasite (ha)
I've seen the Eiffel Tower and all the Paris sites
But comin back home, there ain't no comparin, right?
It's time to play ball and it's a big inning, I mean the beginning's here
And the picture is clear
Your whole team's played out like a pitcher's career
While we home celebratin with a pitcher of beer
And yeah I do this rap thing but don't say that I sing
That's just me spreadin the icing (icing)
Huh, I'm goin end to end like hockey icing (yeah)
Fuck up the flow, so you don't know if I'm wrong or writing
I've been here, holdin down base (base)
Blowin out the speakers, turnin up the bass (bass)
Back to the basics, basically I do this shit faithfully
And no one is replacin me, take a seat
[Chorus: Cuts by DJ Jorun - w/ ad libs]
[Dr. Dre:] "They want to know if he still got it"
[Classified:] "Plug my mic back in, let me begin"
"I'm on the mic, you're on the run"
"Because, this is how it should be done"
"Word up"
[Dr. Dre:] "They-they want to know if he still got it"
[Classified:] "Plug my mic back in"
[Zaakir:] "The verbal-the verbal-the verbal combat, position number one"
"And this is how it should be done"
"Set it off"
[Verse 2: Classified]
Uh, yeah, now back in the day makin diss tracks on your tape deck (yeah)
You could get your face decked with a skate deck (bap)
You might want protection like safe sex (ha)
Or you'll get robbed for your cash and the safe's next (gimme that)
I ain't the thug type (nah), nah it just don't suit me
But I'm never clean cut, no dress shoes or suit please
I chop it up like Bruce Lee, I'm too sweet
And gettin groupies like honeymoon suite (ha)
And all these MC's want a piece of me
But ya, playin yourself like reality TV
All in syndication, shit you a repeat
Talkin bullshit, other words you a feces-ces-ces-ces...
And I'm a drug like morphine (yeah)
The music got you hooked generate a few more fiends (come on)
Floodin through your neighborhood like New Orleans
When Katrina came through, with no clue and no warning
[Chorus: Cuts by DJ Jorun - w/ ad libs]
[Dr. Dre:] "They want to know if he still got it"
[Classified:] "Plug my mic back in, let me begin"
"I'm on the mic, you're on the run"
"Because, this is how it should be done"
"Word up"
[Dr. Dre:] "They want to know if he still got it"
[Classified:] "Plug my mic back in"
[Zaakir:] "The verbal-the verbal-the verbal combat, position number one"
"We don't even speak the same kind of language"
[Verse 3: Classified]
Yeah, uh, yeah, aiyyo, I coast through the east coast, ridin with the
Crew (crew)
Sunday afternoon, with the car on cruise (cruise)
Try not to breath when we smell Seaweed
But we love to breath in the smell when we see weed (huh)
And I don't rap with a Bronx accent (nah)
But shit sometimes it slips out by accident (yes y'all)
Yeah I'm infleunced, the birthplace of hip hop music
Got a hold of me the first time I rocked to it (ha)
I learned how to converse with flow (yeah)
And took off the Converses, got the shell toes (yeah)
They say it's all negative but on with the show
'Cause they don't ever look at the con versus the pros
[Chorus: Cuts by DJ Jorun - w/ ad libs]
[Dr. Dre:] "They want to know if he still got it"
[Classified:] "Plug my mic back in, let me begin"
"I'm on the mic, you're on the run"
"Because, this is how it should be done"
"Word up"
[Dr. Dre:] "They want to know if he still got it"
[Classified:] "Plug my mic back in"
[Zaakir:] "The verbal-the verbal-the verbal combat, position number one"
"Because, this is how it should be done"
"Set it off"
[Outro: Classified - talking]
This how it goes (on and on and on)
Yeah, yeah and now you know (on and on and on)
One more time tell 'em (on and onnnn)
("We don't even speak the same kind of language")
("Cats don't understand what they facin")
("We don't even speak, speak the same kind of language")
(Hey)
[Intro: Classified - talking]
My word, ha!
[Chorus: Cuts by DJ Jorun - w/ ad libs]
"We don't even speak the same kind of language"
[Dr. Dre:] "They want to know if he still got it"
[Classified:] "Plug my mic back in, let me begin"
"I'm on the mic, you're on the run"
"Because, this is how it should be done"
"Word up"
[Verse 1: Classified]
Yeah, uh, yeah, I wipe off a fresh pair of Nikes and roll my pair of
Dice (yeah)
Infectious, I'm passed on like a parasite (ha)
I've seen the Eiffel Tower and all the Paris sites
But comin back home, there ain't no comparin, right?
It's time to play ball and it's a big inning, I mean the beginning's here
And the picture is clear
Your whole team's played out like a pitcher's career
While we home celebratin with a pitcher of beer
And yeah I do this rap thing but don't say that I sing
That's just me spreadin the icing (icing)
Huh, I'm goin end to end like hockey icing (yeah)
Fuck up the flow, so you don't know if I'm wrong or writing
I've been here, holdin down base (base)
Blowin out the speakers, turnin up the bass (bass)
Back to the basics, basically I do this shit faithfully
And no one is replacin me, take a seat
[Chorus: Cuts by DJ Jorun - w/ ad libs]
[Dr. Dre:] "They want to know if he still got it"
[Classified:] "Plug my mic back in, let me begin"
"I'm on the mic, you're on the run"
"Because, this is how it should be done"
"Word up"
[Dr. Dre:] "They-they want to know if he still got it"
[Classified:] "Plug my mic back in"
[Zaakir:] "The verbal-the verbal-the verbal combat, position number one"
"And this is how it should be done"
"Set it off"
[Verse 2: Classified]
Uh, yeah, now back in the day makin diss tracks on your tape deck (yeah)
You could get your face decked with a skate deck (bap)
You might want protection like safe sex (ha)
Or you'll get robbed for your cash and the safe's next (gimme that)
I ain't the thug type (nah), nah it just don't suit me
But I'm never clean cut, no dress shoes or suit please
I chop it up like Bruce Lee, I'm too sweet
And gettin groupies like honeymoon suite (ha)
And all these MC's want a piece of me
But ya, playin yourself like reality TV
All in syndication, shit you a repeat
Talkin bullshit, other words you a feces-ces-ces-ces...
And I'm a drug like morphine (yeah)
The music got you hooked generate a few more fiends (come on)
Floodin through your neighborhood like New Orleans
When Katrina came through, with no clue and no warning
[Chorus: Cuts by DJ Jorun - w/ ad libs]
[Dr. Dre:] "They want to know if he still got it"
[Classified:] "Plug my mic back in, let me begin"
"I'm on the mic, you're on the run"
"Because, this is how it should be done"
"Word up"
[Dr. Dre:] "They want to know if he still got it"
[Classified:] "Plug my mic back in"
[Zaakir:] "The verbal-the verbal-the verbal combat, position number one"
"We don't even speak the same kind of language"
[Verse 3: Classified]
Yeah, uh, yeah, aiyyo, I coast through the east coast, ridin with the
Crew (crew)
Sunday afternoon, with the car on cruise (cruise)
Try not to breath when we smell Seaweed
But we love to breath in the smell when we see weed (huh)
And I don't rap with a Bronx accent (nah)
But shit sometimes it slips out by accident (yes y'all)
Yeah I'm infleunced, the birthplace of hip hop music
Got a hold of me the first time I rocked to it (ha)
I learned how to converse with flow (yeah)
And took off the Converses, got the shell toes (yeah)
They say it's all negative but on with the show
'Cause they don't ever look at the con versus the pros
[Chorus: Cuts by DJ Jorun - w/ ad libs]
[Dr. Dre:] "They want to know if he still got it"
[Classified:] "Plug my mic back in, let me begin"
"I'm on the mic, you're on the run"
"Because, this is how it should be done"
"Word up"
[Dr. Dre:] "They want to know if he still got it"
[Classified:] "Plug my mic back in"
[Zaakir:] "The verbal-the verbal-the verbal combat, position number one"
"Because, this is how it should be done"
"Set it off"
[Outro: Classified - talking]
This how it goes (on and on and on)
Yeah, yeah and now you know (on and on and on)
One more time tell 'em (on and onnnn)
("We don't even speak the same kind of language")
("Cats don't understand what they facin")
("We don't even speak, speak the same kind of language")
(Hey)
Loonie lyrics - Classified (feat. D-Sisive, Shad K, DL Incognito & Buck 65)
["loonie" repeated throughout the song]
[Verse 1: Classified]
Yeah, as I drop my coin into the slot machine
My eyes double in size, you can't stop a fiend
And it doesn't make a difference if I got the means
All I need to succeed is jackpot in threes
I'm feelin uneasy, lost and unrational
Bettin on my life, tryin to double up my capital (ha)
I'll make it back, I don't worry what the cost
Tomorrow I'll be here and I'll win back what I lost
Win some, lose some, consumed every day (day)
I started with my crew, now I sit alone and play (play)
I'm crazy, I'm lonely, I feel I barely know me
I'm through with it, one more loonie, am I losin it?
[Verse 2: D-Sisive]
A new record penned, another one spins
One mixed in as the other one ends
I wonderin if the one I just pressed
Will be gripped by the DJ's fingertips
Slipped out of the crate, out the sleeve
Laid on the technique and played out my speak-ers
Ears glued to the show and wait
For my song's debut and my SOCAN change
And when the song don't play, smile gets lost
Fingers ball up, walls get right crossed
Ouch, I can't absorb the hate
I go "Psycho", killer, Norman Bates
[Chorus: x4]
I gets loc'd and loonie
I, I get loonie
[Verse 3: Shad K]
You ever read 40 classics, for your classes, for your Master's
And while on tour rappin, crashin on a little mattress?
It's madness but fact is I, I need to pass
'Cause the masses still don't got a clue who Shad is
No cash to afford a DJ, I'm scratch less
Just in class or ironically with that Class kid
Out of class and back in school fast
Catchin up on what's happened, after mad distractions
Imagine S-K all night rappin
And writin an essay, then next day, on the flight, no relaxin
And I barely get paid
All I gets late penalties, couple C's and a headache
[Verse 4: DL Incognito]
RFI chips and kids got Intel inside me
Don't bother to write things down
Tip of my full QWERTY keypad, 'Shift', 'Tab', backslash, deleted
My album hit the world wide web half completed
A few weeks prior to when I chose to release it
I hear it blarin out your Bluetooth stereo speakers
The boy genius reports all necessary features
So I know them Blackberrys got 3G speeds kid
And here's my thesis, we started with beepers
Now I got more gadgets than a Japanese kid
Plus I frequent, sites indecent
If I lose my iPhone, there go all my secrets
I'm loonie
[Chorus]
[Verse 5: Buck 65]
For me it's the tedium, mass media, the heavy glare
Graffiti and it's the broken glass everywhere
Stress complex, the pressure in ex-projects
Bad news and taboos, women as sex objects
Nipple slips, the price of gas, twice as fast, triple flips
Makin crack, my achin back and crippled hips
The bag of green, the never endin gag machine
Booze and drugs, reviews and plugs, in People magazine
Money for nothin, a payment to fight
The rise of advertising, Entertainment Tonight
Span of limbs, Tanya Kim's, throws of passion
Runnin yokes and funny jokes and shows of fashion
[Chorus]
[Verse 1: Classified]
Yeah, as I drop my coin into the slot machine
My eyes double in size, you can't stop a fiend
And it doesn't make a difference if I got the means
All I need to succeed is jackpot in threes
I'm feelin uneasy, lost and unrational
Bettin on my life, tryin to double up my capital (ha)
I'll make it back, I don't worry what the cost
Tomorrow I'll be here and I'll win back what I lost
Win some, lose some, consumed every day (day)
I started with my crew, now I sit alone and play (play)
I'm crazy, I'm lonely, I feel I barely know me
I'm through with it, one more loonie, am I losin it?
[Verse 2: D-Sisive]
A new record penned, another one spins
One mixed in as the other one ends
I wonderin if the one I just pressed
Will be gripped by the DJ's fingertips
Slipped out of the crate, out the sleeve
Laid on the technique and played out my speak-ers
Ears glued to the show and wait
For my song's debut and my SOCAN change
And when the song don't play, smile gets lost
Fingers ball up, walls get right crossed
Ouch, I can't absorb the hate
I go "Psycho", killer, Norman Bates
[Chorus: x4]
I gets loc'd and loonie
I, I get loonie
[Verse 3: Shad K]
You ever read 40 classics, for your classes, for your Master's
And while on tour rappin, crashin on a little mattress?
It's madness but fact is I, I need to pass
'Cause the masses still don't got a clue who Shad is
No cash to afford a DJ, I'm scratch less
Just in class or ironically with that Class kid
Out of class and back in school fast
Catchin up on what's happened, after mad distractions
Imagine S-K all night rappin
And writin an essay, then next day, on the flight, no relaxin
And I barely get paid
All I gets late penalties, couple C's and a headache
[Verse 4: DL Incognito]
RFI chips and kids got Intel inside me
Don't bother to write things down
Tip of my full QWERTY keypad, 'Shift', 'Tab', backslash, deleted
My album hit the world wide web half completed
A few weeks prior to when I chose to release it
I hear it blarin out your Bluetooth stereo speakers
The boy genius reports all necessary features
So I know them Blackberrys got 3G speeds kid
And here's my thesis, we started with beepers
Now I got more gadgets than a Japanese kid
Plus I frequent, sites indecent
If I lose my iPhone, there go all my secrets
I'm loonie
[Chorus]
[Verse 5: Buck 65]
For me it's the tedium, mass media, the heavy glare
Graffiti and it's the broken glass everywhere
Stress complex, the pressure in ex-projects
Bad news and taboos, women as sex objects
Nipple slips, the price of gas, twice as fast, triple flips
Makin crack, my achin back and crippled hips
The bag of green, the never endin gag machine
Booze and drugs, reviews and plugs, in People magazine
Money for nothin, a payment to fight
The rise of advertising, Entertainment Tonight
Span of limbs, Tanya Kim's, throws of passion
Runnin yokes and funny jokes and shows of fashion
[Chorus]
Choose Your Own Adventure 5 lyrics - Classified
(Choose your own adventureeeeeee!)
(Ladies and gentlemen, Jordan Croucher)
[Sample of Jordan's new song playing in the club]
[Beat starts]
[Verse 1: Jordan Croucher]
Whoaaa, whoaaa
See my world, I share it with no one, hope you know
You're my girl, so there's no other way I can go
When we got together I didn't know for sure
But it's alright (it's alright), it's alright (it's alright)
See girl I'm the type of guy who used to creep on the low
Now my playin days are gone girl, I don't need them no more
'Cause I found me somebody (woo!)
Uh, and she's all mine (I, I), she's all mine
[Chorus: Jordan Croucher - w/ ad libs]
I never thought that I (never thought I'd feel this way)
Could ever feel this way (and there's nothin I can say
See you came into my life and now my love don't have to stray)
I never thought that IIIII (never thought I'd feel this way)
Could ever feel this way (and there's nothin I can say
See you came into my life and now my love don't have to stray)
You got me goin (you got me goin all the way girl)
I can't control it (and there ain't nothin I can say girl)
You got me goin (you got me goin all the way girl)
I can't control it (and there ain't nothin I can say girl)
[Verse 2: Classified]
Ye-ye-ye-yeah, that shit sound alright
Got the whole club gettin down all night
Fellas in the back dr-drinking and smokin
Ladies front row sc-screamin and shoutin
I observe with a bit of a smirk
'Cause it feels good seein people feel my work
Drink all gone, gotta refresh
Jordan's last song, Bru is on next [beat fades out]
He hit the stage and kept movin
With a perfect execution
He rocked it, closed the show
Had the ladies sayin "hey! " and the fellas yellin "ho! "
[Sample of J-Bru's live performance]
[New beat starts]
[Break: J-Bru - talking]
Now somebody say "ho" (ho!), say "ho, ho" (ho! ho!)
Now anybody, everybody scream [yelling]
Peace
[Verse 3: Classified]
So all in all it was a good night
Nobody fightin, no one knocked out like Suge Knight (ha)
See our clubs are usually hesitant to book our type
I guess hip hop has built a name that they don't like, but it's alright
We gonna make it happen, left the club, then we took off
Then hit Pizza Corner for kabobs and hot sauce
Four in the morning, this becomes a hot spot
Last real chance for you to get your rocks off
But me, I think I had enough
Alright one last puff [inhale], that's the stuff [exhale]
Taxi, alright fellas, I'm gone
It's almost 4:30 in the morn', catch ya later on
(Ladies and gentlemen, Jordan Croucher)
[Sample of Jordan's new song playing in the club]
[Beat starts]
[Verse 1: Jordan Croucher]
Whoaaa, whoaaa
See my world, I share it with no one, hope you know
You're my girl, so there's no other way I can go
When we got together I didn't know for sure
But it's alright (it's alright), it's alright (it's alright)
See girl I'm the type of guy who used to creep on the low
Now my playin days are gone girl, I don't need them no more
'Cause I found me somebody (woo!)
Uh, and she's all mine (I, I), she's all mine
[Chorus: Jordan Croucher - w/ ad libs]
I never thought that I (never thought I'd feel this way)
Could ever feel this way (and there's nothin I can say
See you came into my life and now my love don't have to stray)
I never thought that IIIII (never thought I'd feel this way)
Could ever feel this way (and there's nothin I can say
See you came into my life and now my love don't have to stray)
You got me goin (you got me goin all the way girl)
I can't control it (and there ain't nothin I can say girl)
You got me goin (you got me goin all the way girl)
I can't control it (and there ain't nothin I can say girl)
[Verse 2: Classified]
Ye-ye-ye-yeah, that shit sound alright
Got the whole club gettin down all night
Fellas in the back dr-drinking and smokin
Ladies front row sc-screamin and shoutin
I observe with a bit of a smirk
'Cause it feels good seein people feel my work
Drink all gone, gotta refresh
Jordan's last song, Bru is on next [beat fades out]
He hit the stage and kept movin
With a perfect execution
He rocked it, closed the show
Had the ladies sayin "hey! " and the fellas yellin "ho! "
[Sample of J-Bru's live performance]
[New beat starts]
[Break: J-Bru - talking]
Now somebody say "ho" (ho!), say "ho, ho" (ho! ho!)
Now anybody, everybody scream [yelling]
Peace
[Verse 3: Classified]
So all in all it was a good night
Nobody fightin, no one knocked out like Suge Knight (ha)
See our clubs are usually hesitant to book our type
I guess hip hop has built a name that they don't like, but it's alright
We gonna make it happen, left the club, then we took off
Then hit Pizza Corner for kabobs and hot sauce
Four in the morning, this becomes a hot spot
Last real chance for you to get your rocks off
But me, I think I had enough
Alright one last puff [inhale], that's the stuff [exhale]
Taxi, alright fellas, I'm gone
It's almost 4:30 in the morn', catch ya later on
Choose Your Own Adventure 6 lyrics - Classified
Yeah
[Verse: Classified]
They might say I lead a simple life, the type that don't excite
And yes I like to smoke more than light 'til night
I realize I got a problem, I'm high way too often
And only seem to acknowledge it after I indulge in it
Pull in my driveway, walk through my front door
Then make a bowl of cereal to conquer my hunger
See I like to eat before I slumber
Brushin my teeth and gettin clean, helps me to find my comfort
Jump in my bed and turn the TV back on
I feel like I was just here, the day don't ever last long
I feel like everyday's a cycle, I've learned to accept it
There's a lot of scenes to see, I need to learn to direct it
I turn the TV off and start brainstormin
Try to figure what I'm gonna do in the mornin
I know what it brings, I wonder what's in store though
I wonder what the hell I'm gonna do for tomorrow (do for tomorrow...)
[Male Narrator's Voice]
Goodnight, we'll see you tomorrow
[Verse: Classified]
They might say I lead a simple life, the type that don't excite
And yes I like to smoke more than light 'til night
I realize I got a problem, I'm high way too often
And only seem to acknowledge it after I indulge in it
Pull in my driveway, walk through my front door
Then make a bowl of cereal to conquer my hunger
See I like to eat before I slumber
Brushin my teeth and gettin clean, helps me to find my comfort
Jump in my bed and turn the TV back on
I feel like I was just here, the day don't ever last long
I feel like everyday's a cycle, I've learned to accept it
There's a lot of scenes to see, I need to learn to direct it
I turn the TV off and start brainstormin
Try to figure what I'm gonna do in the mornin
I know what it brings, I wonder what's in store though
I wonder what the hell I'm gonna do for tomorrow (do for tomorrow...)
[Male Narrator's Voice]
Goodnight, we'll see you tomorrow
Intro (Here We Go) lyrics - Classified
I used to hitch hike everywhere man
When I first started gettin into hip hop
You know, I just put on my headphones, head out the door
And you know, sometimes I'd end up walkin 2 or 3 kilometres
Before anyone would pick me up
You know, it just kinda let me zone out on the music
And just, you know, no distractions or nothin
Ok, it just really made me appreciate the music
Ya, the hitch hikin man
So, hitch hikin music
Here we go now, ya here we, here we, here we go now, ya [x4]
I got the rhythm in my blood, wind blowin on my back
My kicks tightened up, sun shining on my path
It's music to the ears, wit the volume full blast
Feel like I walked alone, while everybody drive past, ya
It's been a minute since you heard of me, I'm back up in it
Go rappers livid, cause I'm doin this beyond the limit
I'm playin hard while all you other artists seem to scrimmage
I make a decent livin, and speak with meaning in it
Class, I represent for Canada, where everybody say 'eh'
Like ?
A place where the rappers think the pimped out and ballin
But I'm sittin here, stressed, hair thinnin out, baldin
What the hell, so people thinkin Class got a soft flow
Like some people think Canada is only Toronto
Hell no, I speak a hell of a speech
Move crowds like telekinisis , yes I'm a hell of a emcee
I'm pressin cds, and sell them in the streets
And testin emcees, yes I'm developin the scenes
This life will get you down, keep it movin when you're stuck
This is hitch hikin music, so use it to pick you up
So lets go
When I first started gettin into hip hop
You know, I just put on my headphones, head out the door
And you know, sometimes I'd end up walkin 2 or 3 kilometres
Before anyone would pick me up
You know, it just kinda let me zone out on the music
And just, you know, no distractions or nothin
Ok, it just really made me appreciate the music
Ya, the hitch hikin man
So, hitch hikin music
Here we go now, ya here we, here we, here we go now, ya [x4]
I got the rhythm in my blood, wind blowin on my back
My kicks tightened up, sun shining on my path
It's music to the ears, wit the volume full blast
Feel like I walked alone, while everybody drive past, ya
It's been a minute since you heard of me, I'm back up in it
Go rappers livid, cause I'm doin this beyond the limit
I'm playin hard while all you other artists seem to scrimmage
I make a decent livin, and speak with meaning in it
Class, I represent for Canada, where everybody say 'eh'
Like ?
A place where the rappers think the pimped out and ballin
But I'm sittin here, stressed, hair thinnin out, baldin
What the hell, so people thinkin Class got a soft flow
Like some people think Canada is only Toronto
Hell no, I speak a hell of a speech
Move crowds like telekinisis , yes I'm a hell of a emcee
I'm pressin cds, and sell them in the streets
And testin emcees, yes I'm developin the scenes
This life will get you down, keep it movin when you're stuck
This is hitch hikin music, so use it to pick you up
So lets go
Find Out lyrics - Classified
Find Out, Find Out
Find Out, Find Out
[Classified:]
Whats Goin On?
[Chorus: X2]
(You Gonna Find Out)
Sooner Or Later
(You Gonna Find Out)
Are You Ready For This?
(You Gonna Find Out)
Tell Em'who It Is
(Your Gonna Find Out)
Put Your Hands Up
Man Up
Look Up
Find Out
Cut Through The Rope
Nope
Not Stayin Tied Down
Gone For A Minute
Yup
Back On The Grind Now
Thought I Was Finished
Nope
Not Jerry Seinfeld
Whos This?
Guess Who
Back To Stay
Get More Use Outta Class Than A Plastic Bag
Moms Still Lookin At Me Like Act Your Age
Cuz Friday And Saturday Im About To Trash The Place
I Don't Facinate
I Live It
Thats It
I Even Bought A House
Over Writin Rap Shit
But Dont Get It Twisted
I Aint That Rich
Cuz Im Payin'off The Loan Till Im In A Casket
Country Boy
Move Out To The City Life
Back To Tha Sticks
Wit The Family And Minibikes
No Things Change I Spit Rhymes Nicest
This Games Givin Me A Mid Life Chrisis
[Chorus]
This Whole Thing Failed To Amaze Me
Since The 80's
This Hip Hop Thing Basicly Raidsed Me
The Lately Everyones Gun Is Off Saftey
What Happened To The Culture
Breakers And The Break Beats
When I Was 18
I Never Cared To Make Green
I'd Write Rhymes
And Turn This Day Job Into A Daydream
And Now A Day Its All Changing
Guess Im Growin'up
Cuz I Wonder What The F*Ck Are We Raising
Used To Be A Culture
Now Its All A Hustle
Used To Flex Skill Now We Flex Biceps
Ive Flipped Flow You Aint Tried Yet
Make You Expect The Unexpected
Sit And Get Your Mindset
I Call The Shot I Talk The Talk
And Im A Dieing Breed
Thats Still Tring To Eat First
Im A Mc First (Always)
Buisness Last
That Probaby Why I Made No Real Cash As Class
[Chorus]
Now I Dont Hate Gangster Rap
Till Someone Faked A Jack
Trying To Glorify It
With Hopes In Makin Cash
Steal From A Culture
And Never Pay It Back
Hate Repeatin Myself
But I Gotta State The Facts
Most Kids Know
That Its An Entertainment Purpose
10% Dont Wanna Be That Person
Wanan Sell Drugs
Hold Guns
(?)
Buy Blades
Waste Money
Rob People
Get Dough
I Know Things Change
And Im Fine With That
But Now Where Gettin Judged
On The Crimeswe Did
Or The Dimes We Hit
Or The Lines We Snitch
We Used To Get Propd For The Lines We Spit
[Chorus]
Find Out, Find Out
[Classified:]
Whats Goin On?
[Chorus: X2]
(You Gonna Find Out)
Sooner Or Later
(You Gonna Find Out)
Are You Ready For This?
(You Gonna Find Out)
Tell Em'who It Is
(Your Gonna Find Out)
Put Your Hands Up
Man Up
Look Up
Find Out
Cut Through The Rope
Nope
Not Stayin Tied Down
Gone For A Minute
Yup
Back On The Grind Now
Thought I Was Finished
Nope
Not Jerry Seinfeld
Whos This?
Guess Who
Back To Stay
Get More Use Outta Class Than A Plastic Bag
Moms Still Lookin At Me Like Act Your Age
Cuz Friday And Saturday Im About To Trash The Place
I Don't Facinate
I Live It
Thats It
I Even Bought A House
Over Writin Rap Shit
But Dont Get It Twisted
I Aint That Rich
Cuz Im Payin'off The Loan Till Im In A Casket
Country Boy
Move Out To The City Life
Back To Tha Sticks
Wit The Family And Minibikes
No Things Change I Spit Rhymes Nicest
This Games Givin Me A Mid Life Chrisis
[Chorus]
This Whole Thing Failed To Amaze Me
Since The 80's
This Hip Hop Thing Basicly Raidsed Me
The Lately Everyones Gun Is Off Saftey
What Happened To The Culture
Breakers And The Break Beats
When I Was 18
I Never Cared To Make Green
I'd Write Rhymes
And Turn This Day Job Into A Daydream
And Now A Day Its All Changing
Guess Im Growin'up
Cuz I Wonder What The F*Ck Are We Raising
Used To Be A Culture
Now Its All A Hustle
Used To Flex Skill Now We Flex Biceps
Ive Flipped Flow You Aint Tried Yet
Make You Expect The Unexpected
Sit And Get Your Mindset
I Call The Shot I Talk The Talk
And Im A Dieing Breed
Thats Still Tring To Eat First
Im A Mc First (Always)
Buisness Last
That Probaby Why I Made No Real Cash As Class
[Chorus]
Now I Dont Hate Gangster Rap
Till Someone Faked A Jack
Trying To Glorify It
With Hopes In Makin Cash
Steal From A Culture
And Never Pay It Back
Hate Repeatin Myself
But I Gotta State The Facts
Most Kids Know
That Its An Entertainment Purpose
10% Dont Wanna Be That Person
Wanan Sell Drugs
Hold Guns
(?)
Buy Blades
Waste Money
Rob People
Get Dough
I Know Things Change
And Im Fine With That
But Now Where Gettin Judged
On The Crimeswe Did
Or The Dimes We Hit
Or The Lines We Snitch
We Used To Get Propd For The Lines We Spit
[Chorus]
Put It All In Perspective lyrics - Classified
[Intro: Classified - talking w/ ad libs]
Come on
Yeah
Listen
[Verse 1: Classified]
MC's don't sleep, wake up (wake up!) check the schedule
Class on the mic, turn me up another decibel
Some think I make money, book me for a festival
Some think I'm dope and they put me on a pedestal (haha)
Some say I'm cocky though and tell me that my head is full
But I don't need 'em though, 'cause that's what real friends are for
And I don't know you man, sorry my attention's short
You shouldn't pay attention to a stupid message board
I take it all for what it's worth, you can rest assure (yeah)
And I don't fall for stupid shit like sex with whores
I'm on the road to rock shows and get paid (yep)
I play hard to get, so I'm hard to get played
I stay out the clubs, 'cause I don't need the static (nope)
It's hot enough in here, so I stay out of the attic (yeah)
I don't rap with rappers, so all y'all fuck off
You ain't scarin nothin, so drop all the tough talk
[Chorus x2: Classified w/ ad libs]
I got somethin to say, so let me get into it
No time for wastin, I ain't tryin to be a nuisance
No way, I'm tryin to make a point, so respect it
(I'm holdin it down and put it all in perspective)
[Verse 2: Classified]
Yeah, and when my tongue twist, I run this dumb shit
Hit hard like drum sticks on drum kits, pump this
Play this in the streets for the heads, or the club for the drunk chicks (yeah)
Beats bang, plus I spit 'til my gums split
You might of knew me from the +Hey Now+ song
And I dropped +Maritimes+, not a played out song
But the real heads know this, Class is the man
While these fake heads think I'm a flash in the pan (listen)
I was spittin before you existed
Shit kid, I was enlisted before you showed interest
Before you knew how to use FruityLoops
Or had a clue on Mastered Beats and the Rubik's Cube too (ha)
I don't handle biz when I'm smokin my green (nope)
You call when I'm high, then you get my machine (yeah)
It ain't personal kid, it's just how I do it
So don't interrupt when I'm tryin to do my music
[Chorus: Classified w/ ad libs]
I got somethin to say, so let me get into it
No time for wastin, I ain't tryin to be a nuisance
No way, I'm tryin to make a point, so respect it
(I'm holdin it down and put it all in perspective) [x5]
[Verse 3: Classified]
And I was raised by my parents to speak with manners
Growin up fairytale like believin in Santa
Got excited over small things like treats from grandma
Same thing now except it's weed from the manager
I love Mary Jane, shit I think it's awesome
It's weird how pot heads like to brag about their problems (yeah)
Now I got people tryin to say I do coke
Well I never put a motherfuckin thing in my nose, okay?
Do you but it's not for me
Fuck it's all I got, I keep my nostrils clean
You could quit with the gossip, the talkin and all that
Worry about yourself, not me, now fall back
[Chorus: Classified w/ ad libs]
I got somethin to say, so let me get into it
No time for wastin, I ain't tryin to be a nuisance
No way, I'm tryin to make a point, so respect it
(I'm holdin it down and put it all in perspective)
I got somethin to say, so let me get into it
No time for wastin, I ain't tryin to be a nuisance
No way, I'm tryin to make a point, so respect it
(I'm holdin it down and put it all in perspective) [x5]
Come on
Yeah
Listen
[Verse 1: Classified]
MC's don't sleep, wake up (wake up!) check the schedule
Class on the mic, turn me up another decibel
Some think I make money, book me for a festival
Some think I'm dope and they put me on a pedestal (haha)
Some say I'm cocky though and tell me that my head is full
But I don't need 'em though, 'cause that's what real friends are for
And I don't know you man, sorry my attention's short
You shouldn't pay attention to a stupid message board
I take it all for what it's worth, you can rest assure (yeah)
And I don't fall for stupid shit like sex with whores
I'm on the road to rock shows and get paid (yep)
I play hard to get, so I'm hard to get played
I stay out the clubs, 'cause I don't need the static (nope)
It's hot enough in here, so I stay out of the attic (yeah)
I don't rap with rappers, so all y'all fuck off
You ain't scarin nothin, so drop all the tough talk
[Chorus x2: Classified w/ ad libs]
I got somethin to say, so let me get into it
No time for wastin, I ain't tryin to be a nuisance
No way, I'm tryin to make a point, so respect it
(I'm holdin it down and put it all in perspective)
[Verse 2: Classified]
Yeah, and when my tongue twist, I run this dumb shit
Hit hard like drum sticks on drum kits, pump this
Play this in the streets for the heads, or the club for the drunk chicks (yeah)
Beats bang, plus I spit 'til my gums split
You might of knew me from the +Hey Now+ song
And I dropped +Maritimes+, not a played out song
But the real heads know this, Class is the man
While these fake heads think I'm a flash in the pan (listen)
I was spittin before you existed
Shit kid, I was enlisted before you showed interest
Before you knew how to use FruityLoops
Or had a clue on Mastered Beats and the Rubik's Cube too (ha)
I don't handle biz when I'm smokin my green (nope)
You call when I'm high, then you get my machine (yeah)
It ain't personal kid, it's just how I do it
So don't interrupt when I'm tryin to do my music
[Chorus: Classified w/ ad libs]
I got somethin to say, so let me get into it
No time for wastin, I ain't tryin to be a nuisance
No way, I'm tryin to make a point, so respect it
(I'm holdin it down and put it all in perspective) [x5]
[Verse 3: Classified]
And I was raised by my parents to speak with manners
Growin up fairytale like believin in Santa
Got excited over small things like treats from grandma
Same thing now except it's weed from the manager
I love Mary Jane, shit I think it's awesome
It's weird how pot heads like to brag about their problems (yeah)
Now I got people tryin to say I do coke
Well I never put a motherfuckin thing in my nose, okay?
Do you but it's not for me
Fuck it's all I got, I keep my nostrils clean
You could quit with the gossip, the talkin and all that
Worry about yourself, not me, now fall back
[Chorus: Classified w/ ad libs]
I got somethin to say, so let me get into it
No time for wastin, I ain't tryin to be a nuisance
No way, I'm tryin to make a point, so respect it
(I'm holdin it down and put it all in perspective)
I got somethin to say, so let me get into it
No time for wastin, I ain't tryin to be a nuisance
No way, I'm tryin to make a point, so respect it
(I'm holdin it down and put it all in perspective) [x5]
Hard To Be Hip-Hop lyrics - Classified (feat. Maestro Fresh Wes)
Yo class how u doing? dude, I'm back in the fax
I'm taking time off acting I gotta relax
I need a new beat
Yo freshtro I got a few treats
U been up in the city long?
Nah only two weeks
Cool well, sorry 'bout the weather
It's been raining all week I hope it gets a little better
Either way class listen, I got a I'll vision
Bout a song I'm working on you think you got the right rythm?
Man c'mon, you know I got some shit that'll break your neck
I used up what I want but you can take what's left
Don't give me bullshit dog, you know (I blazed a set?)
You know you got something saved for west
I got a I'll concept hip hop
How to pay a real line?
1987 I be reppin all this hype? session
And I still be gettin stressin
You know it's hard to be hip hop
And ain't nobody stayin real
Don't pay bills when you showcase skill
Ain't nobody living off of doing windmills,
I'm painting train rails, that's real
It's hard to be hip hop
You know it's hard to be hip hop [repeat]
I got no glassy? grills, so my raps ain't real
Cause I don't pack steal then my tracks appeal
And to the mass appeal watch how fast they fail
Yeah I'm hip hop son until my cats get sealed
It's hard in a culture when the fans are fickled
Understand my issue, your old man will diss you
One minute your whack and then your jams official
And then they switch again,
Two bottles of cancer hit you
First they loved L L,
Then they hated him
And then they loved him again,
Then they degraded him
So lately, basically, I don't know if I can play though
When survival of the fittest, let me see what kind of shape I'm in
Yo stro when I was younger like 19
I could spend all day writing rhyme schemes
Spittin, freestylin, cypherin the streets
But now I got responsibilities
Yo it's hard to be hip hop [repeat]
No this is not an illusion [repeat]
Cats are killing me luke
Thinking lifes like a video shoot
They ain't spittin the truth
Tru, I got a similar view
But I guess that's the damage the industry do
I'm 28 unemployed, a grown ass man
Still trying to rap with no fall back plan
Go all out fan you got nothing to lose
Cause only to yourself you got something to prove
Yeah we gotta be hip hop it's all that we know
Blaze up the shelto stro
Yo on with the show
Get the drum track going
Ok enough small talk
But whatever you drop, keep it hard
It's gotta be hip hop
You know it's hard to be hip hop [repeat]
Gotta be hip hop
I'm taking time off acting I gotta relax
I need a new beat
Yo freshtro I got a few treats
U been up in the city long?
Nah only two weeks
Cool well, sorry 'bout the weather
It's been raining all week I hope it gets a little better
Either way class listen, I got a I'll vision
Bout a song I'm working on you think you got the right rythm?
Man c'mon, you know I got some shit that'll break your neck
I used up what I want but you can take what's left
Don't give me bullshit dog, you know (I blazed a set?)
You know you got something saved for west
I got a I'll concept hip hop
How to pay a real line?
1987 I be reppin all this hype? session
And I still be gettin stressin
You know it's hard to be hip hop
And ain't nobody stayin real
Don't pay bills when you showcase skill
Ain't nobody living off of doing windmills,
I'm painting train rails, that's real
It's hard to be hip hop
You know it's hard to be hip hop [repeat]
I got no glassy? grills, so my raps ain't real
Cause I don't pack steal then my tracks appeal
And to the mass appeal watch how fast they fail
Yeah I'm hip hop son until my cats get sealed
It's hard in a culture when the fans are fickled
Understand my issue, your old man will diss you
One minute your whack and then your jams official
And then they switch again,
Two bottles of cancer hit you
First they loved L L,
Then they hated him
And then they loved him again,
Then they degraded him
So lately, basically, I don't know if I can play though
When survival of the fittest, let me see what kind of shape I'm in
Yo stro when I was younger like 19
I could spend all day writing rhyme schemes
Spittin, freestylin, cypherin the streets
But now I got responsibilities
Yo it's hard to be hip hop [repeat]
No this is not an illusion [repeat]
Cats are killing me luke
Thinking lifes like a video shoot
They ain't spittin the truth
Tru, I got a similar view
But I guess that's the damage the industry do
I'm 28 unemployed, a grown ass man
Still trying to rap with no fall back plan
Go all out fan you got nothing to lose
Cause only to yourself you got something to prove
Yeah we gotta be hip hop it's all that we know
Blaze up the shelto stro
Yo on with the show
Get the drum track going
Ok enough small talk
But whatever you drop, keep it hard
It's gotta be hip hop
You know it's hard to be hip hop [repeat]
Gotta be hip hop
Beatin It lyrics - Classified (feat. Jordan Croucher)
Just give me a sec, I gotta make some beats
Yo, plug that in over there
Turn on the turntable, let the needle touch the record
I'll find the right sound, Im used to coping under pressure
You dig, you look, you skip tracks and skip back
Take pieces of old music, mix match, and flip tracks
After that you spit rap, to get ads, and hit ass
Yo wait, whats that, ya the piano part, bring it back
Ya, ya thats it right there
Now let me loop that in the sampler, piano piece caught my ear
Gimmie a sec, nothin better than a piano loop
Let me get this perfect, let me pitch it up a bit
A little faster might be worth it
Ya, ya, ok, 73 beats per minute, it still dont loop right
Let me try it 74, and that should make it loop tight
There we go, now this sample bumpin hard
Soundin like mythotical fairytales, or somethin dark
It's giving me ideas already, the moods, the melody
Oh shit, Im losin track, wait, the beat still needs developing
Alright, I got my sample, so now I need a drum kit
Let me try out this one kick, ya thats somethin I can run with
Now I figure out a pattern like running plays and maddin
Let the kicks sit on the sample, make magic like Aladdin
And now I need a snare, so let me try this here
Nah, its too dirty, the kick's too clear, it doesnt mix right
So let me try this rim shot, a little bit of hand clap, to give it a touch of hiphop
Ok, that kinda work, ya I like that
Maybe add some cymbals, nah fuck it, dont need no high hat
But maybe add a shake of somethin slick and smooth like (sound)
Loop that, cut it, and make it move right
Ok I need a joint
Yo pass that over
Just one puff
Just wanted to get something in my head, you know
Take me somewhere else before I drop this back
Ya I drop the drum now, listen how the drum sound
It's almost there, but this aint done, and I aint tryin to jump the gun now
Track is soundin ripe, but I aint finished man, this take time
Still adjustin levels and gotta filter out the baseline
Like, just turn the highs way down, there we go
Now I got my base sound, drop the beat again
Ya that soundin better now, drum is soundin crisp
Base is thick, ya the base is thick so now what could I lace wit it?
Guess I'll put a change in it, rearrange a bit, add some things
And take you to another place wit it, music is moods
Dont matter how its produced, dont matter what tool you use
Or the instruments that you choose (nope)
It's all about listen, I can switch right quick
From laid back, to hype shit
Wit a drum roll, crash, and a tight kick
Bring back the piano, switch between your two samples
Turn up the clap, and piano shakers to the left channel
Ya its workin, almost sound complete
But I probably wont be using it, Jordan, you want this beat?
[Jordan Croucher:]
Ya I kinda like the way this beat is flowin out
Maybe later on I'll write some shit and put it down
And I know, oh shit, yo yo hold on, hold on, hold on
Let me get that back, hold on, hold on
Ya I kinda like the way this beat is flowin out
Maybe later on I'll write some shit and put it down
And I know, that this could be the sound, oh ya
Ya, ya that'll do it
Something like that yo
Aight
We'll do somethin like that, thats the riff right there
I'm feelin that man, thatll work
Ya, ya
Aiight I'll finish this beat up, I'll burn it off for ya
Just give me a couple more minutes
Yo, plug that in over there
Turn on the turntable, let the needle touch the record
I'll find the right sound, Im used to coping under pressure
You dig, you look, you skip tracks and skip back
Take pieces of old music, mix match, and flip tracks
After that you spit rap, to get ads, and hit ass
Yo wait, whats that, ya the piano part, bring it back
Ya, ya thats it right there
Now let me loop that in the sampler, piano piece caught my ear
Gimmie a sec, nothin better than a piano loop
Let me get this perfect, let me pitch it up a bit
A little faster might be worth it
Ya, ya, ok, 73 beats per minute, it still dont loop right
Let me try it 74, and that should make it loop tight
There we go, now this sample bumpin hard
Soundin like mythotical fairytales, or somethin dark
It's giving me ideas already, the moods, the melody
Oh shit, Im losin track, wait, the beat still needs developing
Alright, I got my sample, so now I need a drum kit
Let me try out this one kick, ya thats somethin I can run with
Now I figure out a pattern like running plays and maddin
Let the kicks sit on the sample, make magic like Aladdin
And now I need a snare, so let me try this here
Nah, its too dirty, the kick's too clear, it doesnt mix right
So let me try this rim shot, a little bit of hand clap, to give it a touch of hiphop
Ok, that kinda work, ya I like that
Maybe add some cymbals, nah fuck it, dont need no high hat
But maybe add a shake of somethin slick and smooth like (sound)
Loop that, cut it, and make it move right
Ok I need a joint
Yo pass that over
Just one puff
Just wanted to get something in my head, you know
Take me somewhere else before I drop this back
Ya I drop the drum now, listen how the drum sound
It's almost there, but this aint done, and I aint tryin to jump the gun now
Track is soundin ripe, but I aint finished man, this take time
Still adjustin levels and gotta filter out the baseline
Like, just turn the highs way down, there we go
Now I got my base sound, drop the beat again
Ya that soundin better now, drum is soundin crisp
Base is thick, ya the base is thick so now what could I lace wit it?
Guess I'll put a change in it, rearrange a bit, add some things
And take you to another place wit it, music is moods
Dont matter how its produced, dont matter what tool you use
Or the instruments that you choose (nope)
It's all about listen, I can switch right quick
From laid back, to hype shit
Wit a drum roll, crash, and a tight kick
Bring back the piano, switch between your two samples
Turn up the clap, and piano shakers to the left channel
Ya its workin, almost sound complete
But I probably wont be using it, Jordan, you want this beat?
[Jordan Croucher:]
Ya I kinda like the way this beat is flowin out
Maybe later on I'll write some shit and put it down
And I know, oh shit, yo yo hold on, hold on, hold on
Let me get that back, hold on, hold on
Ya I kinda like the way this beat is flowin out
Maybe later on I'll write some shit and put it down
And I know, that this could be the sound, oh ya
Ya, ya that'll do it
Something like that yo
Aight
We'll do somethin like that, thats the riff right there
I'm feelin that man, thatll work
Ya, ya
Aiight I'll finish this beat up, I'll burn it off for ya
Just give me a couple more minutes
Feelin Fine (Remix) lyrics - Classified (feat. Jay BIzzy, Jordan Crouche)
[Jordan Croucher:]
I, oh I'm, feelin fine
(I'm alright, alright, alright)
And I, oh I'm, doin fine
(said I'm feelin fine)
Yes I am, oh ya
Now this is how the story all goes down
Give up the hoops, now I'm in the street round
Got in the booth just to lay this shit down
And let the world know about this sound
And I never ran, never will
Put in the work just to pay my bills
And everyday I struggle hard just to find
What I've been lookin for all my life
[Classified:]
With all the madness in the world, I'm chillin' and feelin' fine
I'm buildin' these instrumentals and killin' em' wit brilliant rhymes
It's hard to get ahead, cuz we live in resiliant times
With children concealin' nines, we gotta be building minds
(Oh, Mr. Serious)
I guess I always feel inclined
Surround myself, only working with the realest kind
Jordan hold it down, let the people know the deal
Comming from the Maritimes, so tell em' how we feel
[Jordan Croucher:]
I, oh I'm, feelin fine
(I said I'm feeling fine)
(Do you feel it, can you feel it)
And I, oh I'm, doin fine
Yes I am, oh ya
I know it's hard to make it in this business
But I'mma try till' they day i'm insane
And if it never works out, I'm straight
I'm doin fine either way, its ok
And I, know my wrongs and my rights
Do everything to get the best of this life
And I'mma take it one day at a time
And keep trying to find ways to survive
[Jay Bizzie:]
I'm feelin great, this beat reminds me of a summer breeze
And I cant wait to get you home to have some fun with me
If you ever feelin lonely, and you need some company
Girl, you know that I'll be down in a minute
Then we can handle business, I'm runnin' late, this track is almost finished
JC and Classified, together like the Jackson five
Throw Bizzie in the mix, of course you know the track is live
We got the bongo, sing along, y'all know how this song goes
[Jordan Croucher:]
And I, oh I'm, feelin fine
Yes I am
And I, oh I'm, doin fine
Yes I am, oh ya
Now that we're comin to the end of this song
I gotta let you know I'll always stand strong
Because the lessons that I learned at home
My momma told me, 'baby hold your own'
And I appreciate the love you gave
Becuase it taught me how to walk this way
Talk this way, never be afraid
And I...
I (I said I, I I)
Oh I'm, feelin' fine
(Feelin fine', yes I am)
(Yes I am, I said yes I am)
I (I said I, I I)
Oh I'm, I'm, doin fine
(Doin fine, yes I am)
Yes I am, oh ya
I, oh I'm, feelin fine
(I'm alright, alright, alright)
And I, oh I'm, doin fine
(said I'm feelin fine)
Yes I am, oh ya
Now this is how the story all goes down
Give up the hoops, now I'm in the street round
Got in the booth just to lay this shit down
And let the world know about this sound
And I never ran, never will
Put in the work just to pay my bills
And everyday I struggle hard just to find
What I've been lookin for all my life
[Classified:]
With all the madness in the world, I'm chillin' and feelin' fine
I'm buildin' these instrumentals and killin' em' wit brilliant rhymes
It's hard to get ahead, cuz we live in resiliant times
With children concealin' nines, we gotta be building minds
(Oh, Mr. Serious)
I guess I always feel inclined
Surround myself, only working with the realest kind
Jordan hold it down, let the people know the deal
Comming from the Maritimes, so tell em' how we feel
[Jordan Croucher:]
I, oh I'm, feelin fine
(I said I'm feeling fine)
(Do you feel it, can you feel it)
And I, oh I'm, doin fine
Yes I am, oh ya
I know it's hard to make it in this business
But I'mma try till' they day i'm insane
And if it never works out, I'm straight
I'm doin fine either way, its ok
And I, know my wrongs and my rights
Do everything to get the best of this life
And I'mma take it one day at a time
And keep trying to find ways to survive
[Jay Bizzie:]
I'm feelin great, this beat reminds me of a summer breeze
And I cant wait to get you home to have some fun with me
If you ever feelin lonely, and you need some company
Girl, you know that I'll be down in a minute
Then we can handle business, I'm runnin' late, this track is almost finished
JC and Classified, together like the Jackson five
Throw Bizzie in the mix, of course you know the track is live
We got the bongo, sing along, y'all know how this song goes
[Jordan Croucher:]
And I, oh I'm, feelin fine
Yes I am
And I, oh I'm, doin fine
Yes I am, oh ya
Now that we're comin to the end of this song
I gotta let you know I'll always stand strong
Because the lessons that I learned at home
My momma told me, 'baby hold your own'
And I appreciate the love you gave
Becuase it taught me how to walk this way
Talk this way, never be afraid
And I...
I (I said I, I I)
Oh I'm, feelin' fine
(Feelin fine', yes I am)
(Yes I am, I said yes I am)
I (I said I, I I)
Oh I'm, I'm, doin fine
(Doin fine, yes I am)
Yes I am, oh ya
Freezin In The Cold lyrics - Classified
[Verse 1:]
Now ever since I took my wife's hand for my life span
I feel like I've been spendin more time with my mic stand and my pipe man
Things are getting heated, almost got a nice tan
Head up in the clouds, I get too high, I got no flight plan
So what's next? Should I keep speakin my mind
Keep on, readin the signs, tryin to keep wit the times
They say freedom is blind, and I can't see the future
So I got to make it work, there ain't no plan B for Luke here
I drop beats and spit bars and try to get established man
But I keep gettin barred from every bar establishment
I need to keep it focused like a camera lens
But I handle everything from music to the management
And I must be heaven sent, but I'm sittin at the bottom
I should be at a level 10, so where's my medals man
They said music will influence the people who listen to it
So I'm tryin to contribute wit what I do, so get into it
[Chorus:]
Now I don't know where I should go
See the same things happen, everything is on hold
So, I need to grow, or take control
I gotta make a move now or I'm freezin in the cold
So now what should I do? I don't know
Write another verse? I don't know
Make another album? I don't know
[Verse 2:]
I know a couple emcees who think they better than me
Well if you can't beat them, sign them and put HalfLife behind them
I played the role of coach, plus the ref and the linesman
Show you what not to do, so you can put your time in
Self made man, noone helped or gave a hand (nope)
Livin month to month, I worked for months to pay the rent
So now I take the reigns, I major, I major made
Ya I talk a lot of shit, a lot of things stay the same
I still break the chains, kids stay in your lane
Learn to listen, stop dissin, burnin bridges, nothin changed
The same motha fuckas who got beef with me
Are the same motha fuckas wanting beats from me
You want ? after, from producer to weak rapper
I speed past ya, and turn pages on each chapter
You beat jacker, give it up and walk away
You make it hard for a kid to love a culture these days
[Chorus:]
Now I don't know where I should go
See the same things happen, everything is on hold
So, I need to grow, or take control
I gotta make a move now or I'm freezin in the cold
So now what should I do? I don't know
Should I make another beat? I don't know
Should I quit smokin weed? I don't know
You think they're ready for it? No
I ain't ready for it. No
[Verse 3:]
A lot of rappers run they mouth, but they run when shit starts
Immitators wit no substance, like armpit farts
And most rappers now a days claim that pimpin's easy
But they girlfriends' look cheaper than Canadian tv
I'm a main character, of course I'll be winning kid
I never had to sell my soul like Bart Simpson did
I go no tour, I'm drinkin liquor til it's tasteless
Half in the bag, like potato sack races
Is that supposed to be the way, make a livin, get paid
Smoke weed, drink liquor everyday, I can't complain
But shit will take it's toll, I know I'll feel it when I'm old
I got direction in my life, but I don't know where to go
[Chorus:]
Now I don't know where I should go
See the same things happen, everything is on hold
So, I need to grow, or take control
I gotta make a move now or I'm freezin in the cold
So now what should I do? I don't know
Get a real job? I don't know
Or maybe go commercial.. I don't know
You think they're ready for it? No
Cause I ain't ready for it. No
Now ever since I took my wife's hand for my life span
I feel like I've been spendin more time with my mic stand and my pipe man
Things are getting heated, almost got a nice tan
Head up in the clouds, I get too high, I got no flight plan
So what's next? Should I keep speakin my mind
Keep on, readin the signs, tryin to keep wit the times
They say freedom is blind, and I can't see the future
So I got to make it work, there ain't no plan B for Luke here
I drop beats and spit bars and try to get established man
But I keep gettin barred from every bar establishment
I need to keep it focused like a camera lens
But I handle everything from music to the management
And I must be heaven sent, but I'm sittin at the bottom
I should be at a level 10, so where's my medals man
They said music will influence the people who listen to it
So I'm tryin to contribute wit what I do, so get into it
[Chorus:]
Now I don't know where I should go
See the same things happen, everything is on hold
So, I need to grow, or take control
I gotta make a move now or I'm freezin in the cold
So now what should I do? I don't know
Write another verse? I don't know
Make another album? I don't know
[Verse 2:]
I know a couple emcees who think they better than me
Well if you can't beat them, sign them and put HalfLife behind them
I played the role of coach, plus the ref and the linesman
Show you what not to do, so you can put your time in
Self made man, noone helped or gave a hand (nope)
Livin month to month, I worked for months to pay the rent
So now I take the reigns, I major, I major made
Ya I talk a lot of shit, a lot of things stay the same
I still break the chains, kids stay in your lane
Learn to listen, stop dissin, burnin bridges, nothin changed
The same motha fuckas who got beef with me
Are the same motha fuckas wanting beats from me
You want ? after, from producer to weak rapper
I speed past ya, and turn pages on each chapter
You beat jacker, give it up and walk away
You make it hard for a kid to love a culture these days
[Chorus:]
Now I don't know where I should go
See the same things happen, everything is on hold
So, I need to grow, or take control
I gotta make a move now or I'm freezin in the cold
So now what should I do? I don't know
Should I make another beat? I don't know
Should I quit smokin weed? I don't know
You think they're ready for it? No
I ain't ready for it. No
[Verse 3:]
A lot of rappers run they mouth, but they run when shit starts
Immitators wit no substance, like armpit farts
And most rappers now a days claim that pimpin's easy
But they girlfriends' look cheaper than Canadian tv
I'm a main character, of course I'll be winning kid
I never had to sell my soul like Bart Simpson did
I go no tour, I'm drinkin liquor til it's tasteless
Half in the bag, like potato sack races
Is that supposed to be the way, make a livin, get paid
Smoke weed, drink liquor everyday, I can't complain
But shit will take it's toll, I know I'll feel it when I'm old
I got direction in my life, but I don't know where to go
[Chorus:]
Now I don't know where I should go
See the same things happen, everything is on hold
So, I need to grow, or take control
I gotta make a move now or I'm freezin in the cold
So now what should I do? I don't know
Get a real job? I don't know
Or maybe go commercial.. I don't know
You think they're ready for it? No
Cause I ain't ready for it. No
Hip Hop Star lyrics - Classified
[Intro: Fan - talking]
(Yo, I love your shit man!)
(Halfpipe's the shit bitch!)
(Yes, I love it!)
[Verse 1: Classified]
Yeah, I'm a hip hop star (yeah), I stay on the grind
You think that I fail? (nah), I'm takin my time
I'm on your TV (yeah), I'm on your radio (yeah)
On your call the station kid but get no commercial play though (uh uh)
Love your videos (right), no high rotation
But seen me all day on your much vibe station (oh)
I got young kids tryin to get to know me
Signin autographs, while I'm out gettin groceries
Regular cat, mow my own lawn
Wife get excited when Oprah is on
I never had spinners (nah), not your average thug cat
But got rusted hubcaps that match with my mud flaps
People laughin, expect somethin else
Starin at me funny, like "don't your albums sell? "
Shit I'm gettin by, I'm doin somethin right
I love the life I lead, 'cause there ain't nothin like
Bein a hip hop star
[Chorus 1: Classified w/ ad libs]
A hip hop star?
Yeah, a hip hop star
Yo, a hip hop star?
Canadian hip hop star
Yeah, it's real simple
Make yourself a rhyme or video and a demo
You're a hip hop star
A hip hop star?
Yeah, a hip hop star
Yo, a hip hop star?
Another hip hop star
It don't mean nothin
I'm puttin in the work, tryin to turn it into somethin
[Verse 2: Classified]
Now I've been rockin for a minute (yep), still ain't got no plan yet
Never flew first class, we stand by on canned jet
Ain't got a gold card and never had an AmEx
I got a student Visa and shit I'm a damn vet
I've spent years stayin here to get my hands wet
This whole game's more disgustin than man sex
Take an underground poll - how many independent records has your town
Sold?
Tell me, have you found gold?
I could of got a record deal if I brown nosed (yep)
Shit, I'd be rich if I's paid for my downloads
Stealin from me, it make me feel sick
But that's the way it goes with the things you deal with
When you a hip hop star
[Chorus 2: Classified]
A hip hop star?
Yeah, a hip hop star
Yo, a hip hop star?
Canadian hip hop star
Yeah, it's real simple
Make yourself a rhyme or video and this demo
You're a hip hop star
The shows, the bitches, the gold, the riches
It's not what you think!
The tours, the bling, the whores, the rings
The platinum, the actin
It's not what you think! (It's not what you think...)
[Verse 3: Classified]
I know you gettin mad 'cause I call myself a hip hop star (yep)
You ain't ever heard a hick talk hard (nope)
Or you pissed 'cause I drive a little shit box car
Disappointed, feel like you were ripped off hard
I know this one girl on tour (uh huh), who thought I was well known
(right)
Then she laughed her fuckin head off when she saw my cell phone
Is that what I'm judged on, a bad first impression?
(No, I can't take your picture, I can barely get reception!)
Music industry isn't what you see on TV (nope)
It's clone tryin to be Jay-Z but that ain't easy
You people ain't stupid, so don't fall for it
They make a livin off of garbage, 'cause we support it
You fuckin hip hop stars
[Break: Classified - talking]
Keep your hands up
Let's get this goin
Yeah, now without any doubt if we in the house, say hell yeah
(HELL YEAH!)
Yeah, I'm a hip hop star
[Chorus 1]
[Outro: Classified - talking]
You want to be a rapper
You want to be a hip hop star
It ain't all what it's cracked up to be
(Yo, I love your shit man!)
(Halfpipe's the shit bitch!)
(Yes, I love it!)
[Verse 1: Classified]
Yeah, I'm a hip hop star (yeah), I stay on the grind
You think that I fail? (nah), I'm takin my time
I'm on your TV (yeah), I'm on your radio (yeah)
On your call the station kid but get no commercial play though (uh uh)
Love your videos (right), no high rotation
But seen me all day on your much vibe station (oh)
I got young kids tryin to get to know me
Signin autographs, while I'm out gettin groceries
Regular cat, mow my own lawn
Wife get excited when Oprah is on
I never had spinners (nah), not your average thug cat
But got rusted hubcaps that match with my mud flaps
People laughin, expect somethin else
Starin at me funny, like "don't your albums sell? "
Shit I'm gettin by, I'm doin somethin right
I love the life I lead, 'cause there ain't nothin like
Bein a hip hop star
[Chorus 1: Classified w/ ad libs]
A hip hop star?
Yeah, a hip hop star
Yo, a hip hop star?
Canadian hip hop star
Yeah, it's real simple
Make yourself a rhyme or video and a demo
You're a hip hop star
A hip hop star?
Yeah, a hip hop star
Yo, a hip hop star?
Another hip hop star
It don't mean nothin
I'm puttin in the work, tryin to turn it into somethin
[Verse 2: Classified]
Now I've been rockin for a minute (yep), still ain't got no plan yet
Never flew first class, we stand by on canned jet
Ain't got a gold card and never had an AmEx
I got a student Visa and shit I'm a damn vet
I've spent years stayin here to get my hands wet
This whole game's more disgustin than man sex
Take an underground poll - how many independent records has your town
Sold?
Tell me, have you found gold?
I could of got a record deal if I brown nosed (yep)
Shit, I'd be rich if I's paid for my downloads
Stealin from me, it make me feel sick
But that's the way it goes with the things you deal with
When you a hip hop star
[Chorus 2: Classified]
A hip hop star?
Yeah, a hip hop star
Yo, a hip hop star?
Canadian hip hop star
Yeah, it's real simple
Make yourself a rhyme or video and this demo
You're a hip hop star
The shows, the bitches, the gold, the riches
It's not what you think!
The tours, the bling, the whores, the rings
The platinum, the actin
It's not what you think! (It's not what you think...)
[Verse 3: Classified]
I know you gettin mad 'cause I call myself a hip hop star (yep)
You ain't ever heard a hick talk hard (nope)
Or you pissed 'cause I drive a little shit box car
Disappointed, feel like you were ripped off hard
I know this one girl on tour (uh huh), who thought I was well known
(right)
Then she laughed her fuckin head off when she saw my cell phone
Is that what I'm judged on, a bad first impression?
(No, I can't take your picture, I can barely get reception!)
Music industry isn't what you see on TV (nope)
It's clone tryin to be Jay-Z but that ain't easy
You people ain't stupid, so don't fall for it
They make a livin off of garbage, 'cause we support it
You fuckin hip hop stars
[Break: Classified - talking]
Keep your hands up
Let's get this goin
Yeah, now without any doubt if we in the house, say hell yeah
(HELL YEAH!)
Yeah, I'm a hip hop star
[Chorus 1]
[Outro: Classified - talking]
You want to be a rapper
You want to be a hip hop star
It ain't all what it's cracked up to be
All About U lyrics - Classified (feat. Chad Hatcher)
[Chad Hatch:]
Life's not what you take
It's not about the promises you make
It's not about the friends you might've made
Or love that is gone
Life is what you give
It's not about the stupid things you did
It's not about the way things could've been
It's about movin' on
[Chorus:]
It's all about you
So every morning when wake, before the first step that you take
Just think it's not what you make it
And you'll make it through
[Classified:]
This life will leave you stressed out, left out with your neck out, ain't nothing changed
It's real life so we deal right but it feels like it's something strange.
We wonderin' the dumbest things and let everything get under our skin
Trouble again, tryin' to impress someone else. It's fucked in the head.
So do you, you'll never make everyone happy. It just won't happen.
At the end of day, when all say is said, you better be ready to go back at'em.
I learn slow, my verse shows my growth, my wisdom.
If you positive, or you negative, it don't make a difference not when you live it.
Cause some of the most successful people on this planet
Will kill themselves for somebody else's like they really couldnt manage.
Then we got bums, alcoholics on the streets
With no stress, no where to rest, no where to dress, no where to sleep.
And they say fuck my morals. I'm drinkin' away my sorrows.
I'm livin' life and I'm happy, I ain't thinking about tomorrow.
[Chorus]
[Chad Hatch:]
Life is what it brings
It's not about courage and fancy things
Or hairsalons and diamond rings
Girls don't lose your seed
Life is all about the things you'll never figure out
It's all about the people you allow in and the memories that you keep
[Classified:]
This here is life so tell me who choses whats wrong and right.
Is it what we see on tv? Get a job, raise a family.
That's how I was raised, how I was brought up
Get a wife, a song and daughter.
That's how I was taught to be proper.
Never thought anyone could get caught up.
And slowly I get up and the fairytale quickly vanished.
Realized that life is a bitch and shit, you gotta be able to stand it.
And you gotta be able to handle it, this stress and the pressure, you channel it..
And you learn to cope at the end of your rope anyway that you can with liqor or dope.
Or work hard, raise your kids. Strip clubs, whatever it is.
Smoke weed, shoot hoops, whatever you find your happiness through.
It's your life. Just make sure you know what you want when you go out and get it
Keep doing this shit for you, not your crew or the dude you're tryna impress, kid.
Life is simple, life is hard and yeah life is fun
So enjoy the things around you before your life is done.
[Chorus]
Life's not what you take
It's not about the promises you make
It's not about the friends you might've made
Or love that is gone
Life is what you give
It's not about the stupid things you did
It's not about the way things could've been
It's about movin' on
[Chorus:]
It's all about you
So every morning when wake, before the first step that you take
Just think it's not what you make it
And you'll make it through
[Classified:]
This life will leave you stressed out, left out with your neck out, ain't nothing changed
It's real life so we deal right but it feels like it's something strange.
We wonderin' the dumbest things and let everything get under our skin
Trouble again, tryin' to impress someone else. It's fucked in the head.
So do you, you'll never make everyone happy. It just won't happen.
At the end of day, when all say is said, you better be ready to go back at'em.
I learn slow, my verse shows my growth, my wisdom.
If you positive, or you negative, it don't make a difference not when you live it.
Cause some of the most successful people on this planet
Will kill themselves for somebody else's like they really couldnt manage.
Then we got bums, alcoholics on the streets
With no stress, no where to rest, no where to dress, no where to sleep.
And they say fuck my morals. I'm drinkin' away my sorrows.
I'm livin' life and I'm happy, I ain't thinking about tomorrow.
[Chorus]
[Chad Hatch:]
Life is what it brings
It's not about courage and fancy things
Or hairsalons and diamond rings
Girls don't lose your seed
Life is all about the things you'll never figure out
It's all about the people you allow in and the memories that you keep
[Classified:]
This here is life so tell me who choses whats wrong and right.
Is it what we see on tv? Get a job, raise a family.
That's how I was raised, how I was brought up
Get a wife, a song and daughter.
That's how I was taught to be proper.
Never thought anyone could get caught up.
And slowly I get up and the fairytale quickly vanished.
Realized that life is a bitch and shit, you gotta be able to stand it.
And you gotta be able to handle it, this stress and the pressure, you channel it..
And you learn to cope at the end of your rope anyway that you can with liqor or dope.
Or work hard, raise your kids. Strip clubs, whatever it is.
Smoke weed, shoot hoops, whatever you find your happiness through.
It's your life. Just make sure you know what you want when you go out and get it
Keep doing this shit for you, not your crew or the dude you're tryna impress, kid.
Life is simple, life is hard and yeah life is fun
So enjoy the things around you before your life is done.
[Chorus]
Cheap Talk lyrics - Classified
[Intro: Classified (Scratched Sample)]
("Kill, kill, kill all the cheap talk")...
("And there's nothin cold as ashes")
("After the fire is, after the fire is gone")
("And there's nothin")
Nothin you could tell me
("And there's nothin")
Ain't nothin you could tell me, yeah
("After the fire is")
Yeah
("Gone, gone")
[Verse 1: Classified {Scratched Sample}]
They want to say that I'm a cheap skate (yeah), grindin 'til my teeth ache {gone} (ha)
But please wait, let me speak over this beat break (Class)
I won't ever Jackpot or win the sweepstakes {gone} (nope)
I'll jack pot when I steal it from your weed bags (haha)
Smokin marijuana 'til I can't see straight {gone}
But these days it takes more for me to seem blazed
For Pete's sakes, I ain't tryin to be a mooch {gone} (what?)
You ain't tryin to share, quit tryin to be a scrooge
Kid at lunch break always bummin for a dime {gone} (yeah)
Pissin people off, always buttin into line (yeah)
Takin what I can, always get in where I fit in {gone} (right)
Tight with my cash 'cause I rap for a livin (ha)
Not a greedy cat but a pretty cheap cat {gone}
I know what I'm about, you can keep your feed-back
Record label hate me 'cause I talk like I'm broke {gone}
They try to build my image but fuck 'em, what they know? (oh!)
[Chorus: Classified (Scratched Sample)]
("And there's nothin")
Yeah
("And there's nothin")
Yeah
("After the fire is gone, gone")
("Kill all the cheap talk")
("And there's nothin")
Nothin you could tell me
("And there's nothin")
Ain't nothin you could tell me
("After the fire is gone, gone")
Yeah
("Kill all the bullshit")
[Verse 2: Classified {Scratched Sample}]
And I ain't tryin to hear you, I'm tryin to smoke this, move off {gone}
Plus I'm in the middle of this 12 pack like 2Pac (ha)
And don't get all offensive (shit), cool off {gone}
Oh, now you name callin, I'm a bitch and too soft
I've been labeled everything, every name in the book {gone}
I've been dissed by many man but I'm stayin here put
Y'all ain't sayin shit to me, 'cause your word don't get to me {gone}
Givin lip to me, 'cause you want to live through me
Oh, jealousy it'll get to the best of 'em {gone}
Funny I ain't shit, but they think it's a step for 'em
They listen right now and think it's addressin them {gone}
Think you hit a nerve? Motherfucker just guess again, and
("And there's nothin"), nothin you could tell me
We "Perfect Strangers", shut it cousin Balki
I ain't a sucker, ain't nothin you could sell me {gone}
Class won't be taught, then I'll pass on your offerin (yeah)
Cheap skate, growin up a hockey player {gone}, had the cheap skates
Try workin out but only usin free weights (get it)
This mind frame keepin me paid {gone}
I'm in the game like EA, so bring it back DJ
[Chorus: Classified (Scratched Sample)]
("And there's nothin")
Yeah
("And there's nothin")
Yeah
("After the fire is gone, gone")
("Kill all the bullshit")
("And there's nothin")
Nothin you could tell me
("And there's nothin")
Ain't nothin you could tell me
("After the fire is gone, gone")
("Kill all the cheap talk")
[Outro x4: Scratched Sample]
("Kill, kill, kill all the bullshit")
("Cheap talk, the bullshit")
("Cheap talk, the bullshit")
("Gone") [x4]
("Kill, kill, kill all the cheap talk")...
("And there's nothin cold as ashes")
("After the fire is, after the fire is gone")
("And there's nothin")
Nothin you could tell me
("And there's nothin")
Ain't nothin you could tell me, yeah
("After the fire is")
Yeah
("Gone, gone")
[Verse 1: Classified {Scratched Sample}]
They want to say that I'm a cheap skate (yeah), grindin 'til my teeth ache {gone} (ha)
But please wait, let me speak over this beat break (Class)
I won't ever Jackpot or win the sweepstakes {gone} (nope)
I'll jack pot when I steal it from your weed bags (haha)
Smokin marijuana 'til I can't see straight {gone}
But these days it takes more for me to seem blazed
For Pete's sakes, I ain't tryin to be a mooch {gone} (what?)
You ain't tryin to share, quit tryin to be a scrooge
Kid at lunch break always bummin for a dime {gone} (yeah)
Pissin people off, always buttin into line (yeah)
Takin what I can, always get in where I fit in {gone} (right)
Tight with my cash 'cause I rap for a livin (ha)
Not a greedy cat but a pretty cheap cat {gone}
I know what I'm about, you can keep your feed-back
Record label hate me 'cause I talk like I'm broke {gone}
They try to build my image but fuck 'em, what they know? (oh!)
[Chorus: Classified (Scratched Sample)]
("And there's nothin")
Yeah
("And there's nothin")
Yeah
("After the fire is gone, gone")
("Kill all the cheap talk")
("And there's nothin")
Nothin you could tell me
("And there's nothin")
Ain't nothin you could tell me
("After the fire is gone, gone")
Yeah
("Kill all the bullshit")
[Verse 2: Classified {Scratched Sample}]
And I ain't tryin to hear you, I'm tryin to smoke this, move off {gone}
Plus I'm in the middle of this 12 pack like 2Pac (ha)
And don't get all offensive (shit), cool off {gone}
Oh, now you name callin, I'm a bitch and too soft
I've been labeled everything, every name in the book {gone}
I've been dissed by many man but I'm stayin here put
Y'all ain't sayin shit to me, 'cause your word don't get to me {gone}
Givin lip to me, 'cause you want to live through me
Oh, jealousy it'll get to the best of 'em {gone}
Funny I ain't shit, but they think it's a step for 'em
They listen right now and think it's addressin them {gone}
Think you hit a nerve? Motherfucker just guess again, and
("And there's nothin"), nothin you could tell me
We "Perfect Strangers", shut it cousin Balki
I ain't a sucker, ain't nothin you could sell me {gone}
Class won't be taught, then I'll pass on your offerin (yeah)
Cheap skate, growin up a hockey player {gone}, had the cheap skates
Try workin out but only usin free weights (get it)
This mind frame keepin me paid {gone}
I'm in the game like EA, so bring it back DJ
[Chorus: Classified (Scratched Sample)]
("And there's nothin")
Yeah
("And there's nothin")
Yeah
("After the fire is gone, gone")
("Kill all the bullshit")
("And there's nothin")
Nothin you could tell me
("And there's nothin")
Ain't nothin you could tell me
("After the fire is gone, gone")
("Kill all the cheap talk")
[Outro x4: Scratched Sample]
("Kill, kill, kill all the bullshit")
("Cheap talk, the bullshit")
("Cheap talk, the bullshit")
("Gone") [x4]
Cazual Drinking lyrics - Classified (feat. Tash, Mic Boyd)
[Tash:]
What's up Canada, ye, you know
We got caTash up in this bitch so everybody raise your cups up
I'm about to make a toast and after that, we gettin fucked up
Yup yup, you know, and you ain't checkin with an ammateur
Customs bust my balls, but I still made it thru Canada
Right off the bat, I'm down the blue Labatt's
Now I'm creepin thru the party, they like 'who is that?'
Gettin toe up from the floor, up in the LA Dodgers feathered cap
Drinks is kinda weak, bartender, gotta send them back
Put it on my tab, while I snatch and grab a couple glasses
Couple asses, cause my pick is so rowdy
Probably representin my city, under seized thats LA
California, north of cocaine and weed
But all I really need for me to see some shit in 3d
Is 3 bottles of rum, and a Classified cd
Another day, another stamp in my passport
So when you want to drink, you know who the fuck to ask for
[Chorus:]
Let it go, have a drink, take a sip
Everybody sit back, recline
When you work for the week, and youre stressed
And youre feelin like you need to unwind
Pour a drink, raise your glass, make a toast
Tilt your head, put the glass in your mouth
Hold it there til the liquor flows out
And it slides down the back of your throat
[Classified:]
Ya, now I don't like how my liquor be tasting
But drink it every week for the intoxication
Straight up, youre wasted, drunk, inebriated
My tolerance is there, but its not the greatest
Forget about the work week, and all the troubles son
Chug like youre thirsty, and grab another one
Feelin the effect off of 3 or 4 beer
Cause in Canada, the alcohol percent is more here
Ya, I walk with a swagger in my step
Only cause I'm drunk, smell the Yagger on my breath
Takin shots burn, like a dagger to the chest
So I switch back to beer, get the kegger out next
Still gettin twisted, you know the deal
Pissin every 10 minutes since I broke the seal
This is classic attached, drink til we sloppy
I ain't alcoholic, I just got the same high beat
[Chorus:]
Let it go, have a drink, take a sip
Everybody sit back, recline
When you work for the week, and youre stressed
And youre feelin like you need to unwind
Pour a drink, raise your glass, make a toast
Tilt your head, put the glass in your mouth
Hold it there til the liquor flows out
And it slides down the back of your throat
Yo Tash, you got the weed? (You, you, you know it)
It's Class who got the beats (You, you, you know it)
Crack open the beer (You, you, you know it)
Ya we got it this year (You, you, you know it)
Alkaholiks (You, you, you know it)
HalfLife (You, you, you know it)
Catastophy (You, you, you know it)
Class on the track (You, you, you know it)
[Classified:]
This is for the casual drinkers who don't know when to quit
For the underage kids wanna sip til they sick
For the ones who go to college to study abroad
Then they waste all day drinkin, studyin broads
How the fuck y'all feelin out there
We got what you want
Y'all fucked up like me
We only drink to get drunk
So whats up California
Whats up Nova Scotia
Say cheers! cheers
A toast for you here
[Chorus:]
Let it go, have a drink, take a sip
Everybody sit back, recline
When you work for the week, and youre stressed
And youre feelin like you need to unwind
Pour a drink, raise your glass, make a toast
Tilt your head, put the glass in your mouth
Hold it there til the liquor flows out
And it slides down the back of your throat
What's up Canada, ye, you know
We got caTash up in this bitch so everybody raise your cups up
I'm about to make a toast and after that, we gettin fucked up
Yup yup, you know, and you ain't checkin with an ammateur
Customs bust my balls, but I still made it thru Canada
Right off the bat, I'm down the blue Labatt's
Now I'm creepin thru the party, they like 'who is that?'
Gettin toe up from the floor, up in the LA Dodgers feathered cap
Drinks is kinda weak, bartender, gotta send them back
Put it on my tab, while I snatch and grab a couple glasses
Couple asses, cause my pick is so rowdy
Probably representin my city, under seized thats LA
California, north of cocaine and weed
But all I really need for me to see some shit in 3d
Is 3 bottles of rum, and a Classified cd
Another day, another stamp in my passport
So when you want to drink, you know who the fuck to ask for
[Chorus:]
Let it go, have a drink, take a sip
Everybody sit back, recline
When you work for the week, and youre stressed
And youre feelin like you need to unwind
Pour a drink, raise your glass, make a toast
Tilt your head, put the glass in your mouth
Hold it there til the liquor flows out
And it slides down the back of your throat
[Classified:]
Ya, now I don't like how my liquor be tasting
But drink it every week for the intoxication
Straight up, youre wasted, drunk, inebriated
My tolerance is there, but its not the greatest
Forget about the work week, and all the troubles son
Chug like youre thirsty, and grab another one
Feelin the effect off of 3 or 4 beer
Cause in Canada, the alcohol percent is more here
Ya, I walk with a swagger in my step
Only cause I'm drunk, smell the Yagger on my breath
Takin shots burn, like a dagger to the chest
So I switch back to beer, get the kegger out next
Still gettin twisted, you know the deal
Pissin every 10 minutes since I broke the seal
This is classic attached, drink til we sloppy
I ain't alcoholic, I just got the same high beat
[Chorus:]
Let it go, have a drink, take a sip
Everybody sit back, recline
When you work for the week, and youre stressed
And youre feelin like you need to unwind
Pour a drink, raise your glass, make a toast
Tilt your head, put the glass in your mouth
Hold it there til the liquor flows out
And it slides down the back of your throat
Yo Tash, you got the weed? (You, you, you know it)
It's Class who got the beats (You, you, you know it)
Crack open the beer (You, you, you know it)
Ya we got it this year (You, you, you know it)
Alkaholiks (You, you, you know it)
HalfLife (You, you, you know it)
Catastophy (You, you, you know it)
Class on the track (You, you, you know it)
[Classified:]
This is for the casual drinkers who don't know when to quit
For the underage kids wanna sip til they sick
For the ones who go to college to study abroad
Then they waste all day drinkin, studyin broads
How the fuck y'all feelin out there
We got what you want
Y'all fucked up like me
We only drink to get drunk
So whats up California
Whats up Nova Scotia
Say cheers! cheers
A toast for you here
[Chorus:]
Let it go, have a drink, take a sip
Everybody sit back, recline
When you work for the week, and youre stressed
And youre feelin like you need to unwind
Pour a drink, raise your glass, make a toast
Tilt your head, put the glass in your mouth
Hold it there til the liquor flows out
And it slides down the back of your throat
Fall From Paradise lyrics - Classified
[Chorus]
[Verse 1:]
I know that everything that goes up, must come down
That everybody with luck, must run out
Ya, so now I'm contemplating, like 'what's up now'
The music thing is all gone, but I'll suck it up proud
I did more than I imagined, tours I couldnt fathom
Broke down doors for sure, I let 'em have it
If any opportunity came, I had to grab it
Any goals set, I rose, then ran past it
Not a superstar and never wanted that
But I did sign some autographs on some groupies' ass
Smoked a lot of free weed from St. John's to BC
They came out the wood work, to see me speak
That was paradise
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I went thru all types of bullshit, the story go way back
And I'm proud of myself now, though its corny to say that
Hip hop in Enfield was really non existance
Parents thought I was a fad, Dad I gone the distance
I tried to make a difference, I kept workin off persistance
Noone paid attention, now I talk and they listen
Emcees are often dissin, like I'm the man to beat
Ya I met a lot of rap stars that still a fan of me
I rock shows wit Busta, had songs in his movie
A chicken wit Luda, conversated wit some doobie
I drank wit Buck Shot, and Dj Evil D
I did songs wit Maestro, and smoked hash wit Keith Moby
I love hip hop, cause it made me who I am
It gave me confidence, and it made a honest man
This is paradise, and I found a promise land
So now I'm chillin and enjoyin my accomplishments
It's paradise
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Now a couple years after this drop, I'll probably flop
But thats the way it goes when you get on the top
I'm talkin bout Canada, yo this industry's a joke
I'm a canadian rap star, and kid I'm still broke
But I ain't work in years, and some think I'm famous
While other people ask when the hell I'm gunna make it
I'm good where I'm at, keep the glamour and the glitz
I don't run from my fans, cause my stamina is shit
I appreciate the heads, the critics, and the haters
I know I miss the ref, the bitches and the breakers
The tours, the shows, promoters and the assholes
The beats and the rhymes, cause thats all that Class knows
That was paradise
[Chorus: to fade]
[Verse 1:]
I know that everything that goes up, must come down
That everybody with luck, must run out
Ya, so now I'm contemplating, like 'what's up now'
The music thing is all gone, but I'll suck it up proud
I did more than I imagined, tours I couldnt fathom
Broke down doors for sure, I let 'em have it
If any opportunity came, I had to grab it
Any goals set, I rose, then ran past it
Not a superstar and never wanted that
But I did sign some autographs on some groupies' ass
Smoked a lot of free weed from St. John's to BC
They came out the wood work, to see me speak
That was paradise
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I went thru all types of bullshit, the story go way back
And I'm proud of myself now, though its corny to say that
Hip hop in Enfield was really non existance
Parents thought I was a fad, Dad I gone the distance
I tried to make a difference, I kept workin off persistance
Noone paid attention, now I talk and they listen
Emcees are often dissin, like I'm the man to beat
Ya I met a lot of rap stars that still a fan of me
I rock shows wit Busta, had songs in his movie
A chicken wit Luda, conversated wit some doobie
I drank wit Buck Shot, and Dj Evil D
I did songs wit Maestro, and smoked hash wit Keith Moby
I love hip hop, cause it made me who I am
It gave me confidence, and it made a honest man
This is paradise, and I found a promise land
So now I'm chillin and enjoyin my accomplishments
It's paradise
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Now a couple years after this drop, I'll probably flop
But thats the way it goes when you get on the top
I'm talkin bout Canada, yo this industry's a joke
I'm a canadian rap star, and kid I'm still broke
But I ain't work in years, and some think I'm famous
While other people ask when the hell I'm gunna make it
I'm good where I'm at, keep the glamour and the glitz
I don't run from my fans, cause my stamina is shit
I appreciate the heads, the critics, and the haters
I know I miss the ref, the bitches and the breakers
The tours, the shows, promoters and the assholes
The beats and the rhymes, cause thats all that Class knows
That was paradise
[Chorus: to fade]
Live It Up lyrics - Classified (feat. Mic Boyd)
[Yawning]
[Intro - Classified - talking (Mic Boyd), {TV playing in the background}:]
What time is it?
Man, what time'd you guys get back here?
(Ah, I don't know, six, seven, fuck)
What time is it now?
(Nine, ten, dahhh)
Here pass that over man
[Coughing]
Yo, I ain't seen you guys since we got off stage last night
(I know)
[Yawning]
[Verse 1 - Classified (Mic Boyd):]
Hey yo woke up, rolled out of bed, then I rolled up
Thought about the night before, how the whole show was
(Oh, you know what?) No, what? (Afterwards was so nuts), oh, what?
I thought you went to Subway, got a cold cut
(Nah, went to Tim's for a donut and a mocha)
Yeah, (then hit the after party with some hoes, who said they know us)
Oh those two chicks from the sticks, who were coked up?
(Yeah, bitch flipped, her and her boyfriend just broke up
Said she would do anything), oh, one of them girls
(No respect for themselves, yeah you know, one of them girls
Wanna get fixed up), uh huh, (stomach all nip/tuck)
Yeah, (tryin to get love but all I wanted was my dick sucked)
Man I stayed at the club way after the show finished
Had to listen to this fan tryin to battle me for twenty minutes
Said he respected me but kept disrespectin
Stupid MCs, will you ever learn your lesson?
[Hook - Mic Boyd:]
Now when you stuck in a van with seven of your man and you only got a gram
(Live it up! Live it up!)
And when you go to other places, get paid to get wasted (woo!), you know you're gonna take it
(Live it up! Live it up!)
And when you ran out of liquor, the bartender stiffed ya, what ya gonna do?
(Live it up! Live it up!)
And when you at the after party, never met nobody, what ya gonna do?
(Live it up! Live it up!)
[Verse 2 - Classified (Mic Boyd):]
So after the battle ended (yeah), with my number one fan
I packed up my CD's and merchandise into the van
Got paid, cash in hand, damn, short again?
(Man, that again? Fuck promoters and their scams
I had a great time at the party though), yeah? (Free liquor and weed
Like trick or treat, gather round, give it to me)
Oh shit, that must be nice, how you get the perks and all
Get the payoffs but never had to do no work at all
(Yeah, I can't complain), oh really? (I hate dealin with the crap in life
Even faked I was Classified for like half the night)
Huh? What? (Yeah, they thought I was you, it was quite funny
You should stop makin cartoon videos to save money)
Well damn, can you blame me? Promoters don't pay me (ha)
Said fuck it, hit the hotel, almost doin eighty
Cops pull me over [police siren] (oh shit), yeah man, I was gettin high
But they were from the Maritimes and the heard the song, so they let it slide
[Hook - Mic Boyd:]
Now when you stuck in a van with seven of your man and you only got a gram
(Live it up! Live it up!)
And when you go to other places, get paid to get wasted (woo!), you
Know you're gonna take it
(Live it up! Live it up!)
[Break x2 - Mic Boyd (Classified)]
Night after night, we live this life
(Oh, one of them nights?) Yeah, one of them nights
(You know, one of them nights), another one of them nights
[Verse 3 - Classified (Mic Boyd):]
So bro last night was a little too much
Yeah, (it's 11 a.m. and I just threw up
Plus I'm runnin on three hours sleep and driftin out)
Man we gotta do this for another week, stick it out
Go get somethin to eat, we gotta leave, do it quickly
And put it on the promoter's credit card, who tried to stiff me
Got a long drive, so put it on his plastic
(Yeah, I'll grab some pillows and the TV while I'm at it)
So where we goin today? (Same shit, different town)
Another day, another show, on the road, different crowd
(Sound check is at six), the doors open at ten
Then we'll start this whole night all over again
[Hook]
[Intro - Classified - talking (Mic Boyd), {TV playing in the background}:]
What time is it?
Man, what time'd you guys get back here?
(Ah, I don't know, six, seven, fuck)
What time is it now?
(Nine, ten, dahhh)
Here pass that over man
[Coughing]
Yo, I ain't seen you guys since we got off stage last night
(I know)
[Yawning]
[Verse 1 - Classified (Mic Boyd):]
Hey yo woke up, rolled out of bed, then I rolled up
Thought about the night before, how the whole show was
(Oh, you know what?) No, what? (Afterwards was so nuts), oh, what?
I thought you went to Subway, got a cold cut
(Nah, went to Tim's for a donut and a mocha)
Yeah, (then hit the after party with some hoes, who said they know us)
Oh those two chicks from the sticks, who were coked up?
(Yeah, bitch flipped, her and her boyfriend just broke up
Said she would do anything), oh, one of them girls
(No respect for themselves, yeah you know, one of them girls
Wanna get fixed up), uh huh, (stomach all nip/tuck)
Yeah, (tryin to get love but all I wanted was my dick sucked)
Man I stayed at the club way after the show finished
Had to listen to this fan tryin to battle me for twenty minutes
Said he respected me but kept disrespectin
Stupid MCs, will you ever learn your lesson?
[Hook - Mic Boyd:]
Now when you stuck in a van with seven of your man and you only got a gram
(Live it up! Live it up!)
And when you go to other places, get paid to get wasted (woo!), you know you're gonna take it
(Live it up! Live it up!)
And when you ran out of liquor, the bartender stiffed ya, what ya gonna do?
(Live it up! Live it up!)
And when you at the after party, never met nobody, what ya gonna do?
(Live it up! Live it up!)
[Verse 2 - Classified (Mic Boyd):]
So after the battle ended (yeah), with my number one fan
I packed up my CD's and merchandise into the van
Got paid, cash in hand, damn, short again?
(Man, that again? Fuck promoters and their scams
I had a great time at the party though), yeah? (Free liquor and weed
Like trick or treat, gather round, give it to me)
Oh shit, that must be nice, how you get the perks and all
Get the payoffs but never had to do no work at all
(Yeah, I can't complain), oh really? (I hate dealin with the crap in life
Even faked I was Classified for like half the night)
Huh? What? (Yeah, they thought I was you, it was quite funny
You should stop makin cartoon videos to save money)
Well damn, can you blame me? Promoters don't pay me (ha)
Said fuck it, hit the hotel, almost doin eighty
Cops pull me over [police siren] (oh shit), yeah man, I was gettin high
But they were from the Maritimes and the heard the song, so they let it slide
[Hook - Mic Boyd:]
Now when you stuck in a van with seven of your man and you only got a gram
(Live it up! Live it up!)
And when you go to other places, get paid to get wasted (woo!), you
Know you're gonna take it
(Live it up! Live it up!)
[Break x2 - Mic Boyd (Classified)]
Night after night, we live this life
(Oh, one of them nights?) Yeah, one of them nights
(You know, one of them nights), another one of them nights
[Verse 3 - Classified (Mic Boyd):]
So bro last night was a little too much
Yeah, (it's 11 a.m. and I just threw up
Plus I'm runnin on three hours sleep and driftin out)
Man we gotta do this for another week, stick it out
Go get somethin to eat, we gotta leave, do it quickly
And put it on the promoter's credit card, who tried to stiff me
Got a long drive, so put it on his plastic
(Yeah, I'll grab some pillows and the TV while I'm at it)
So where we goin today? (Same shit, different town)
Another day, another show, on the road, different crowd
(Sound check is at six), the doors open at ten
Then we'll start this whole night all over again
[Hook]
See The Truth lyrics - Classified
[Sample of "hmmmmm, makes me frown" repeated throughout song]
[Intro - Classified - talking:]
Yeah
Let me talk to the women for a second
You see, I know what I got and I know it don't get much better than that
But the same time, sometimes I see these girls and I'm like "damn!"
You know?
And back in the day, they never really paid me much attention
But I guess what they say is true
You're taken, you're a lot more tempting
Ha, listen, yeah
[Verse 1 - Classified:]
A love a girl when she smilin but somehow it make me frown
Mentally it kind of break me down
See I always keep it real, that's how I shape my sound
So when the wife hear the track she might hate me now
This ain't what you're used to, it's a sure rebuttal
It's a score to settle, maybe more than trouble
As a kid girls told me I was border level
Now they feelin me and tell me I'm a gorgeous fellow?
Wow, I appreciate that, thank you very much
You look really good too but I ain't supposed to touch
I told you before Class ain't the sappy type
But it's a fact of life, got to keep a happy wife
And I ain't perfect (nope), there ain't a man who is
It's just sometimes I think I need a chance to live
And my girl isn't stupid, she knows what's up
With these hoes and sluts at all my shows and stuff
Dancin on the dance floor, tryin to show their stuff
Another girl, front row tryin to hold my nuts
But I'm a man, so I glance and I soak it up
But if I take it any further though, I know I'm fucked
It's like "damn!"
[Chorus - Classified:]
You know what I mean?
I see these girls on the street like "damn!"
We're goin to the mall, right?
I saw a girl on the bus like "damn!"
Ha and on tour, I see these girls on the road like "damn!"
I can't do a damn thing
I got to look past cause I'm starin at my ring
[Talking behind Chorus - Classified:]
Yo, look at her
Yo, check her out
Yo, you see that girl? You see that? Oh man
Damn! Yo man, look at the ass on that girl, oh
[Break - Classified - talking over sample:]
Yeah, ha, feels good
Most of the time, things that feel good, you ain't supposed to do
Ha, like I said I ain't perfect
But I'm tryin to be, ha
Yeah
[Verse 2 - Classified:]
Yeah, now I don't usually write tracks about dealin with chicks
Except for "What's Real" and that's as real as it gets
I just write about life and how I'm dealin with it
I don't decide what to spit on how appealin it is (nope)
I ain't the guy with the girl half naked in his video
Tryin to give a half ass titty show
Don't need a dick tease clothed on my TV
I watch 'em ass naked on the internet to relieve me
A love a girl with some curve and shape
Lookin innocent but freaky and would burn a J
I see girls on the streets and I wonder "what if?"
Then I lose all control and think with my dick
Think about sexin, sweatin, switch positions
Then I think about my girl and if we switched positions
And she was wearin my shoes and had the same chance
I know I couldn't take it, see her touch another man
I got to keep it true, in between me and you
Made a promise to each other and I'm tryin to see it through, girl
It's hard though, shit I can't lie
Cause a lot of beautiful women are catchin my eye
It's like "damn!"
[Chorus - Classified:]
Ha, yeah, I seen this girl at the beach like "damn!"
When we go to the club, right?
I seen these girls there, I was like "damn!"
Yeah, I see these girls all the time like "damn!"
I can't do a damn thing
I got to look past cause I'm starin at my ring
[Classified talking behind Chorus]
Yo, who is that girl right there man, who is that?
Oh my God!
Who's that chick dancin?
Yeah, the one up front
[Outro - Classified - talking over sample:]
Yeah, ha, there's a lot of beautiful women around
I can look, right?
You know, I'm tryin to keep it as real as possible with my girl
As much as that means these days
You know? Huh
I just hope she understands me
Then again, she is the only one who understands me
Yeah, ha, ha
"Hmmmmm, makes me frown" [repeated until fade]
[Intro - Classified - talking:]
Yeah
Let me talk to the women for a second
You see, I know what I got and I know it don't get much better than that
But the same time, sometimes I see these girls and I'm like "damn!"
You know?
And back in the day, they never really paid me much attention
But I guess what they say is true
You're taken, you're a lot more tempting
Ha, listen, yeah
[Verse 1 - Classified:]
A love a girl when she smilin but somehow it make me frown
Mentally it kind of break me down
See I always keep it real, that's how I shape my sound
So when the wife hear the track she might hate me now
This ain't what you're used to, it's a sure rebuttal
It's a score to settle, maybe more than trouble
As a kid girls told me I was border level
Now they feelin me and tell me I'm a gorgeous fellow?
Wow, I appreciate that, thank you very much
You look really good too but I ain't supposed to touch
I told you before Class ain't the sappy type
But it's a fact of life, got to keep a happy wife
And I ain't perfect (nope), there ain't a man who is
It's just sometimes I think I need a chance to live
And my girl isn't stupid, she knows what's up
With these hoes and sluts at all my shows and stuff
Dancin on the dance floor, tryin to show their stuff
Another girl, front row tryin to hold my nuts
But I'm a man, so I glance and I soak it up
But if I take it any further though, I know I'm fucked
It's like "damn!"
[Chorus - Classified:]
You know what I mean?
I see these girls on the street like "damn!"
We're goin to the mall, right?
I saw a girl on the bus like "damn!"
Ha and on tour, I see these girls on the road like "damn!"
I can't do a damn thing
I got to look past cause I'm starin at my ring
[Talking behind Chorus - Classified:]
Yo, look at her
Yo, check her out
Yo, you see that girl? You see that? Oh man
Damn! Yo man, look at the ass on that girl, oh
[Break - Classified - talking over sample:]
Yeah, ha, feels good
Most of the time, things that feel good, you ain't supposed to do
Ha, like I said I ain't perfect
But I'm tryin to be, ha
Yeah
[Verse 2 - Classified:]
Yeah, now I don't usually write tracks about dealin with chicks
Except for "What's Real" and that's as real as it gets
I just write about life and how I'm dealin with it
I don't decide what to spit on how appealin it is (nope)
I ain't the guy with the girl half naked in his video
Tryin to give a half ass titty show
Don't need a dick tease clothed on my TV
I watch 'em ass naked on the internet to relieve me
A love a girl with some curve and shape
Lookin innocent but freaky and would burn a J
I see girls on the streets and I wonder "what if?"
Then I lose all control and think with my dick
Think about sexin, sweatin, switch positions
Then I think about my girl and if we switched positions
And she was wearin my shoes and had the same chance
I know I couldn't take it, see her touch another man
I got to keep it true, in between me and you
Made a promise to each other and I'm tryin to see it through, girl
It's hard though, shit I can't lie
Cause a lot of beautiful women are catchin my eye
It's like "damn!"
[Chorus - Classified:]
Ha, yeah, I seen this girl at the beach like "damn!"
When we go to the club, right?
I seen these girls there, I was like "damn!"
Yeah, I see these girls all the time like "damn!"
I can't do a damn thing
I got to look past cause I'm starin at my ring
[Classified talking behind Chorus]
Yo, who is that girl right there man, who is that?
Oh my God!
Who's that chick dancin?
Yeah, the one up front
[Outro - Classified - talking over sample:]
Yeah, ha, there's a lot of beautiful women around
I can look, right?
You know, I'm tryin to keep it as real as possible with my girl
As much as that means these days
You know? Huh
I just hope she understands me
Then again, she is the only one who understands me
Yeah, ha, ha
"Hmmmmm, makes me frown" [repeated until fade]
Believe It Or Not lyrics - Classified (feat. Jay-Bizzy, J-Bru, White Mic, & Preacher K)
[Intro - Man talking {echo}:]
Would you have done it?
Would you follow God's instructions for your life?
Would you take these promises out of the Bible?
You see these promises aren't just for me
And preachers and pastors and everybody else
They're for all of us
[Verse 1 - Classified:]
Our Father who art in heaven
Baptize my soul and help me learn my lessons
I'm tryin to do right and return the blessing
But please don't judge me on a first impression
I don't go to Mass, don't mean I ain't religious (nah)
Still get the picture, even though I skip the scriptures
As a young kid, yeah did a little mischief
Most I do now though is get a little lifted
Used to go to church every Sunday (yeah, yeah)
But since I moved out my parents' house, I ain't gone one day
I don't know why, I feel God inside
I know I'll see him soon, time's up when I die (come on)
I know my Ten Commandments, I take it very serious
I still got my rosary and I'll be buried wearin it (yeah)
Know death happens but fuck it, I'm still fearin it
When all said is done, I don't know if I'm prepared for it
This can't be it, the wicked ones always prosper
But after we depart, we'll be judged by our Father
Life is a trial and we're sentenced when it's passed
So forgive us for our sins and the greedy things we've asked
[Chorus - Classified (White Mic):]
Now this is what it comes down to
(Just let me die in peace with my beliefs)
Follow what you want, not what they allow you
(Thank the Lord but don't know what I'm thankful for)
Said this is what it comes down to
(For the faithless because their God is faceless)
And everybody got an opinion around you
(But shh, quiet please, these my beliefs)
[Verse 2 - Jay Bizzy:]
Yeah, Hail Mary, full of grace
When I die, pray to God I get to see your face
Please forgive me for my sins, all my greed, my hate
All the bad shit I done that can't be erased
So many lost souls, all they really need is faith
Maybe I can be their shepherd, help to see them straight
Wait, I ain't preachin to ya, at least I'm not tryin
So many sufferin wonderin why we all dyin
It ain't for us to understand God's master plan
I work hard, do the best I can
And I know the Lord's watchin on me, yeah he walks with me
Don't go to church but I talk to him often, Je-
Sus, got my back, now who's fuckin with that?
I pray to God when I'm bumpin a track
Please deliver us from evil, cause we all God's children
Just like hip-hop on the radio, I can't see Him but I still feel Him
[Chorus]
[Break - Man talking (J-Bru) {echo}:]
Give us the strength Father just to step out and praise in positive belief
(See this through my eyes)
Help us to understand that with you we can do it
Without you, it's impossible
[Verse 3 - J-Bru:]
There's people like me out there but we get neglected
Cause people think you don't believe in God, you ain't protected
What about these kids that believe and they still die? They got AIDS, cancer
Tell me this don't matter
You think it's God's plan to keep me alive? when I don't believe in him?
My lungs don't breathe with him?
(My heart don't beat with him) but shit it's still beatin
Kids starvin everyday and Bru's still eatin
Are we present? Naw, I can't believe it
Nobody can be everywhere at once, I can't see it
I can't be it, by "it", I mean God with
Cults up in the church prayin, yo I ain't carin
Y'all can pray along all you want but think about it
Innocent people dyin everywhere, I can't be about it
Fuck thinkin that He takes you when He wants to
If He listen to this, strike me down, do what God do
[Chorus]
[Outro - Preacher K talking:]
My beliefs, whether interlocked or independent
Expose the real me, the poet, the legend
My pops, he installed lots of thoughts
Every Sunday to the church, we walked
I'm so sensitive to humanity crisis
I want to start a charity to vanish and wipe it
Instead of arguing and yelling at my fellow man
We need to agree to disagree, understand? [echo]
Would you have done it?
Would you follow God's instructions for your life?
Would you take these promises out of the Bible?
You see these promises aren't just for me
And preachers and pastors and everybody else
They're for all of us
[Verse 1 - Classified:]
Our Father who art in heaven
Baptize my soul and help me learn my lessons
I'm tryin to do right and return the blessing
But please don't judge me on a first impression
I don't go to Mass, don't mean I ain't religious (nah)
Still get the picture, even though I skip the scriptures
As a young kid, yeah did a little mischief
Most I do now though is get a little lifted
Used to go to church every Sunday (yeah, yeah)
But since I moved out my parents' house, I ain't gone one day
I don't know why, I feel God inside
I know I'll see him soon, time's up when I die (come on)
I know my Ten Commandments, I take it very serious
I still got my rosary and I'll be buried wearin it (yeah)
Know death happens but fuck it, I'm still fearin it
When all said is done, I don't know if I'm prepared for it
This can't be it, the wicked ones always prosper
But after we depart, we'll be judged by our Father
Life is a trial and we're sentenced when it's passed
So forgive us for our sins and the greedy things we've asked
[Chorus - Classified (White Mic):]
Now this is what it comes down to
(Just let me die in peace with my beliefs)
Follow what you want, not what they allow you
(Thank the Lord but don't know what I'm thankful for)
Said this is what it comes down to
(For the faithless because their God is faceless)
And everybody got an opinion around you
(But shh, quiet please, these my beliefs)
[Verse 2 - Jay Bizzy:]
Yeah, Hail Mary, full of grace
When I die, pray to God I get to see your face
Please forgive me for my sins, all my greed, my hate
All the bad shit I done that can't be erased
So many lost souls, all they really need is faith
Maybe I can be their shepherd, help to see them straight
Wait, I ain't preachin to ya, at least I'm not tryin
So many sufferin wonderin why we all dyin
It ain't for us to understand God's master plan
I work hard, do the best I can
And I know the Lord's watchin on me, yeah he walks with me
Don't go to church but I talk to him often, Je-
Sus, got my back, now who's fuckin with that?
I pray to God when I'm bumpin a track
Please deliver us from evil, cause we all God's children
Just like hip-hop on the radio, I can't see Him but I still feel Him
[Chorus]
[Break - Man talking (J-Bru) {echo}:]
Give us the strength Father just to step out and praise in positive belief
(See this through my eyes)
Help us to understand that with you we can do it
Without you, it's impossible
[Verse 3 - J-Bru:]
There's people like me out there but we get neglected
Cause people think you don't believe in God, you ain't protected
What about these kids that believe and they still die? They got AIDS, cancer
Tell me this don't matter
You think it's God's plan to keep me alive? when I don't believe in him?
My lungs don't breathe with him?
(My heart don't beat with him) but shit it's still beatin
Kids starvin everyday and Bru's still eatin
Are we present? Naw, I can't believe it
Nobody can be everywhere at once, I can't see it
I can't be it, by "it", I mean God with
Cults up in the church prayin, yo I ain't carin
Y'all can pray along all you want but think about it
Innocent people dyin everywhere, I can't be about it
Fuck thinkin that He takes you when He wants to
If He listen to this, strike me down, do what God do
[Chorus]
[Outro - Preacher K talking:]
My beliefs, whether interlocked or independent
Expose the real me, the poet, the legend
My pops, he installed lots of thoughts
Every Sunday to the church, we walked
I'm so sensitive to humanity crisis
I want to start a charity to vanish and wipe it
Instead of arguing and yelling at my fellow man
We need to agree to disagree, understand? [echo]
Never Turns Out How You Thought It Would lyrics - Classified
[Chorus - w/ ad libs:]
All the things that you thinkin but you don't know
We don't know where we're goin
Thinkin a moment's gone past
Motions movin so slow
[Verse 1 - Classified:]
Yeah, she was seventeen years old, life was good
Innocent young girl from a nice neighborhood
Big white house with a small picket fence
Known around school, had a choice pickin friends
You know, cheerleader, real good grades
Never smoked weed when her friends would blaze
So a bigger picture and built the framework
Mature for her age and nobody could change her
Life's unexpected, it shakes you up
So after high school, life will wake you up
She went on to University, all her friends went
Loosened up a bit and started to experiment (yeah)
Grades started slippin when the liquor started tippin
Five months later and the girl started sniffin
Six months later, she wants to drop out
Eight months later, it's over, she walks out
Parents hate it and don't accept failure (nah)
Diss on her daughter, won't write or mail her (yeah)
Lives on the streets now, kicked out her trailer (yeah)
Trick out herself to pay for drug paraphernalia
Life is funny but shit ain't a joke
No one laughs when it happens to someone you know
Happens every single day in the World that we live in (yeah)
It never turns out how you thought it would, did it? (nope)
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Break x2 - w/ ad libs:]
Brought up in insolent conditions
In a position, outside the lines that fit in
[Verse 2 - Classified:]
Yeah, he was seven years old and came from nothin (yeah)
Never knew his father and his mother never loved him (nah)
Nothin at his home cause he never had a home (nope)
Grew up on the streets, had to learn on his own
Started doin drugs at a early age
Got his first court case at the age of eight
And everybody said he's on a path to destruction
Always would remind him that he'd amount to nothin
In and out of juvenile every other year
But at seventeen starts to get his head clear
He figured out things quicker than most
Cause he was thrown into life without guidance from his folks
You mature a lot quicker when you have to
Cleaned up his act, did what he had to
Grew tired of the drugs and the tattoos
Didn't follow in his mom's or his dad's shoes
Couldn't let the cycle continue
But he gotta eat and picks his own food from the menu
Twenty-five, now he's got a real job, wife and kids
He built his life from shit (shit...)
Life is funny but shit ain't a joke
Doesn't matter what we come from, we just don't know
Where our life's gonna go in this World that we live in
It never turns out how you thought it would, did it?
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Talking over Chorus - Classified:]
Never turns out how you thought it would, did it?
[Break - w/ ad libs]
[Outro - Classified talking:]
All the things that you thinkin but you don't know
We pick our own path and take it
All the things that you thinkin but you don't know
We don't know where we're goin
Thinkin a moment's gone past
Motions movin so slow
[Verse 1 - Classified:]
Yeah, she was seventeen years old, life was good
Innocent young girl from a nice neighborhood
Big white house with a small picket fence
Known around school, had a choice pickin friends
You know, cheerleader, real good grades
Never smoked weed when her friends would blaze
So a bigger picture and built the framework
Mature for her age and nobody could change her
Life's unexpected, it shakes you up
So after high school, life will wake you up
She went on to University, all her friends went
Loosened up a bit and started to experiment (yeah)
Grades started slippin when the liquor started tippin
Five months later and the girl started sniffin
Six months later, she wants to drop out
Eight months later, it's over, she walks out
Parents hate it and don't accept failure (nah)
Diss on her daughter, won't write or mail her (yeah)
Lives on the streets now, kicked out her trailer (yeah)
Trick out herself to pay for drug paraphernalia
Life is funny but shit ain't a joke
No one laughs when it happens to someone you know
Happens every single day in the World that we live in (yeah)
It never turns out how you thought it would, did it? (nope)
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Break x2 - w/ ad libs:]
Brought up in insolent conditions
In a position, outside the lines that fit in
[Verse 2 - Classified:]
Yeah, he was seven years old and came from nothin (yeah)
Never knew his father and his mother never loved him (nah)
Nothin at his home cause he never had a home (nope)
Grew up on the streets, had to learn on his own
Started doin drugs at a early age
Got his first court case at the age of eight
And everybody said he's on a path to destruction
Always would remind him that he'd amount to nothin
In and out of juvenile every other year
But at seventeen starts to get his head clear
He figured out things quicker than most
Cause he was thrown into life without guidance from his folks
You mature a lot quicker when you have to
Cleaned up his act, did what he had to
Grew tired of the drugs and the tattoos
Didn't follow in his mom's or his dad's shoes
Couldn't let the cycle continue
But he gotta eat and picks his own food from the menu
Twenty-five, now he's got a real job, wife and kids
He built his life from shit (shit...)
Life is funny but shit ain't a joke
Doesn't matter what we come from, we just don't know
Where our life's gonna go in this World that we live in
It never turns out how you thought it would, did it?
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Talking over Chorus - Classified:]
Never turns out how you thought it would, did it?
[Break - w/ ad libs]
[Outro - Classified talking:]
All the things that you thinkin but you don't know
We pick our own path and take it
Sound Check lyrics - Classified
Check One, Two
Ya lets do a quick sound check
Ya just put on that beat I had
Drop that beat, ya
Yes yes y'all, back in the place
It's for the heads y'all, ain't nobody safe
Yes yes y'all, I'm back in the place
It's for the heads y'all, heads y'all
I like to welcome ya back, clear your calender
Let me begin, dusting off the record break
And plug my mic back in
Another record from class, deja vu
Came back to drop cuts like DJ Babu
Jump right into the game of boy cott-in the industry
But now a days I'm Boy Cott-in the industry
I play with my rules, take the wins and losses
Make kids get nauseous, when I begin to talk shit
I'm a loud mouth, I say what I be thinkin'
Figure the different I say it, better the words I'm sayin'
So I'm a break it, got a lot of things to prove
Still trying to show that classified is not a group
Only one man, white boy without a sun tan
One ramp, and rock shows with only one fan
I'm Hip Hop
There ain't another way to put it
A product of the culture and stayin' deep rooted
Raised off the music, rhymes beats and rhythm
Harmony's and Melodies, mixed in to be different
That's what kept me listening, I'm ready to go
So let the confetti blow and get the show on the road
Yes yes y'all, back in the place
It's for the heads y'all, ain't nobody safe
Yes yes y'all, I'm back in the place
It's for the heads y'all, heads y'all, lets go
Heads y'all
Ya lets do a quick sound check
Ya just put on that beat I had
Drop that beat, ya
Yes yes y'all, back in the place
It's for the heads y'all, ain't nobody safe
Yes yes y'all, I'm back in the place
It's for the heads y'all, heads y'all
I like to welcome ya back, clear your calender
Let me begin, dusting off the record break
And plug my mic back in
Another record from class, deja vu
Came back to drop cuts like DJ Babu
Jump right into the game of boy cott-in the industry
But now a days I'm Boy Cott-in the industry
I play with my rules, take the wins and losses
Make kids get nauseous, when I begin to talk shit
I'm a loud mouth, I say what I be thinkin'
Figure the different I say it, better the words I'm sayin'
So I'm a break it, got a lot of things to prove
Still trying to show that classified is not a group
Only one man, white boy without a sun tan
One ramp, and rock shows with only one fan
I'm Hip Hop
There ain't another way to put it
A product of the culture and stayin' deep rooted
Raised off the music, rhymes beats and rhythm
Harmony's and Melodies, mixed in to be different
That's what kept me listening, I'm ready to go
So let the confetti blow and get the show on the road
Yes yes y'all, back in the place
It's for the heads y'all, ain't nobody safe
Yes yes y'all, I'm back in the place
It's for the heads y'all, heads y'all, lets go
Heads y'all
It's Just My Opinion lyrics - Classified
[Intro - Classified talking:]
(Class, yo Class man, I heard these guys hatin on ya man
Your beats, your lyrics, everything)
Ha, Whatever man, it's their opinion, everyone got one, right?
I think I'm the dopest on the planet right now but it's just my opinion
Yeah, yeah
It's just my opinion, don't sound so affected, it's just my opinion
Yeah
It's just my opinion
Yo, let me do this, you ready?
[Verse 1 - Classified:]
It's all a matter of opinion, some stay losin, some winnin
Some fall off in a minute, some blow up on a instant
Some come out of Canada, the best country to live in
Unless you like me and you a strugglin musician
Constantly grindin, honest when rhymin
Tryin to make a buck with no major label signing
Climbin the ladder tryin to reach for the prime
It's like a midget takin stairs two steps at a time (it won't happen)
So I discharge, spit bars, sit back
And leave thick scars from toes to your chin strap
Ain't tryin to get hard but kick start on impact
Crash through your class and give rap acts whiplash
So where your clique at? [gasp], get your wind back [exhale]
You need a break? Then eat a motherfuckin Kit Kat
I'll leave you mismatched with nowhere to go but down
Kill the chit chat and get your whole show shut down
[Chorus - Classified w/ ad libs:]
It's just an opinion, haha, it's just my opinion
Don't get it twisted, it's just my opinion
Ain't nothin personal, it's my view and my visions
It's just an opinion
So, don't get it twisted, it's just my opinion
Ain't nothin personal, it's my beliefs and my visions
[Verse 2 - Classified:]
(So call me) a whack rapper, (call me) a backpacker
(Call me) a no back cracker, that's gets around on tractors
Just call me [phone ringing] and say it to my face
Everybody got an opinion but stick to what ya say
A man's words work and verses many ways
I plan to serve herbs and murder any stage
I plan to impress, pretty to filthy hoes
And put Canada on my back like Kanye West in his video
I ain't a savior, I'm a freak of nature
I break pens and eat paper, then a week later
Spit it out for each hater, unnormal behavior
But I told ya before, I'm not your average beatmaker
It's my opinion, World class premiere
I sat in front of a turntable half of last year
Diggin and creatin, that's all a kid got
That's why three fourths of my tracks are about hip-hop
[Chorus - Classified w/ ad libs:]
It's just an opinion, it's just my opinion
Don't get it twisted, it's just my opinion
Ain't nothin personal, it's my view and my visions
If I don't like your style, it's just an opinion
If I say you're a bitch, it's just my opinion
If I think your rhymes are whack, it's just an opinion
Don't sound so affected, it's just my opinion
And if you think I talk funny, that's just your opinion
If you don't like my clothes, that's just your opinion
And if you don't feel my flow, that's just your opinion
I won't sound affected, it's just an opinion
[Verse 3 - Classified:]
Yeah and this is for the open-minded, who live outside the box
Who ain't confined and tryin to walk in someone else's socks
Whoever speakin out usin common sense
Ain't scared to voice their opinion and deal with the consequence
I give you props, it's harder than it looks
You need to do your part and be smart without books
They'll try to have you shook [dog barking], the bark is weak
You can say that rhyme pays but I know talk's cheap
And I don't hear it, I need to see actions not lyrics
I can see through your spirit, no matter what clothes you wearin
A lot of people really got to get back to the basics
That's just my opinion, nobody got to take it
[Chorus - Classified w/ ad libs:]
And that's just my opinion, ha
Don't get it twisted, it's just my opinion
Ain't nothin personal, it's my view and my visions
It's just an opinion
So, don't get it twisted, it's just my opinion
Ain't nothin personal, it's my beliefs and my visions
It's just an opinion, it's just an opinion
Don't sound so affected, it's just my opinion
(Class, yo Class man, I heard these guys hatin on ya man
Your beats, your lyrics, everything)
Ha, Whatever man, it's their opinion, everyone got one, right?
I think I'm the dopest on the planet right now but it's just my opinion
Yeah, yeah
It's just my opinion, don't sound so affected, it's just my opinion
Yeah
It's just my opinion
Yo, let me do this, you ready?
[Verse 1 - Classified:]
It's all a matter of opinion, some stay losin, some winnin
Some fall off in a minute, some blow up on a instant
Some come out of Canada, the best country to live in
Unless you like me and you a strugglin musician
Constantly grindin, honest when rhymin
Tryin to make a buck with no major label signing
Climbin the ladder tryin to reach for the prime
It's like a midget takin stairs two steps at a time (it won't happen)
So I discharge, spit bars, sit back
And leave thick scars from toes to your chin strap
Ain't tryin to get hard but kick start on impact
Crash through your class and give rap acts whiplash
So where your clique at? [gasp], get your wind back [exhale]
You need a break? Then eat a motherfuckin Kit Kat
I'll leave you mismatched with nowhere to go but down
Kill the chit chat and get your whole show shut down
[Chorus - Classified w/ ad libs:]
It's just an opinion, haha, it's just my opinion
Don't get it twisted, it's just my opinion
Ain't nothin personal, it's my view and my visions
It's just an opinion
So, don't get it twisted, it's just my opinion
Ain't nothin personal, it's my beliefs and my visions
[Verse 2 - Classified:]
(So call me) a whack rapper, (call me) a backpacker
(Call me) a no back cracker, that's gets around on tractors
Just call me [phone ringing] and say it to my face
Everybody got an opinion but stick to what ya say
A man's words work and verses many ways
I plan to serve herbs and murder any stage
I plan to impress, pretty to filthy hoes
And put Canada on my back like Kanye West in his video
I ain't a savior, I'm a freak of nature
I break pens and eat paper, then a week later
Spit it out for each hater, unnormal behavior
But I told ya before, I'm not your average beatmaker
It's my opinion, World class premiere
I sat in front of a turntable half of last year
Diggin and creatin, that's all a kid got
That's why three fourths of my tracks are about hip-hop
[Chorus - Classified w/ ad libs:]
It's just an opinion, it's just my opinion
Don't get it twisted, it's just my opinion
Ain't nothin personal, it's my view and my visions
If I don't like your style, it's just an opinion
If I say you're a bitch, it's just my opinion
If I think your rhymes are whack, it's just an opinion
Don't sound so affected, it's just my opinion
And if you think I talk funny, that's just your opinion
If you don't like my clothes, that's just your opinion
And if you don't feel my flow, that's just your opinion
I won't sound affected, it's just an opinion
[Verse 3 - Classified:]
Yeah and this is for the open-minded, who live outside the box
Who ain't confined and tryin to walk in someone else's socks
Whoever speakin out usin common sense
Ain't scared to voice their opinion and deal with the consequence
I give you props, it's harder than it looks
You need to do your part and be smart without books
They'll try to have you shook [dog barking], the bark is weak
You can say that rhyme pays but I know talk's cheap
And I don't hear it, I need to see actions not lyrics
I can see through your spirit, no matter what clothes you wearin
A lot of people really got to get back to the basics
That's just my opinion, nobody got to take it
[Chorus - Classified w/ ad libs:]
And that's just my opinion, ha
Don't get it twisted, it's just my opinion
Ain't nothin personal, it's my view and my visions
It's just an opinion
So, don't get it twisted, it's just my opinion
Ain't nothin personal, it's my beliefs and my visions
It's just an opinion, it's just an opinion
Don't sound so affected, it's just my opinion
Listen lyrics - Classified
Listen, Listen, Listen
Class
Ya, Ya, Yo
[Verse 1: Classified]
Now When I Speak Truth, I Get Labelled As A Asshole
Say What I See, Talk What Class Knows
Everybody Wanna Sit On The Plateau, They Never Grow Up
Stay Young, And Act Out
Never Back Out, Dont Make Assumptions
Tracks Hit And I Still Spit Substance
Yes Y'all, Straight Killin The Public
Over The Top With Next To No Budget
Kids' Tight, But Gotta Stay Focused
Rip Mics, Ripped Off By Promoters
Handle My Biz (Ok) Keep Hands Clean
I Roll Wit A Crew, But Im A One Man Team
And, Doesnt Matter If You Think Im Hot Or Not
Just Keep Talkin Bout Me At The Barber Shop
No Names Drop, That Can Give You Props
Dont Be Jealous, Some Day My Reign Will Stop
But Until Then Im Still Gunna Do This
Without Music, Im Basically Useless
Stand Here For Another 10 Years
Wit A Mic In My Hand And A Beat In My Ear
[Chorus:]
Now Let Me Make Myself Clear, Been Lonely Here For A Minute
Need To Get This Off Of My Mind, Just Let Me Handle My Business
Im Takin It One At A Time, Ive Just Begun So Man Listen
So Listen, So Listen, So Listen, Listen, Listen
[Verse 2: Classified]
Never Fall Off, Class Dont Spit It
Freestyle For Hours, [?]
Talk Trash, Kid I Aint Get It
Aint A Funny Guy, But I Leave You In Stiches
And Im'a Say It, Mcs Are Bitches
Always Complain Every Time We Spit Shit
Or Some Women, Guys Have Been Dissin
Damn, I Do It Too And Aint Afraid To Admit It
Feels Like The Whole World Just Flipped Around
I Know Kids Used To Hate, Now Give Me Pounce
Same Time I Know Kids Used To Love Me
Made Moves, Now They Cant Stop Actin Ugly
But That's Hiphop, Your Average Fan
Stay Underground, Be The Favorite Band
Guess It Feels Like They Found Somethin New
But When Other People Like It, They Start Hating You
And That's Hiphop, Embrace My Words
[X2:] Listen , Listen
And I Know What I've Done, Media Ignores Me
I've Done More Than The Artist In Your Story
Go Ahead, Don't Bother To Support Me
There's So Much Hate In My Own Territory
I'll Still Lay Tracks To Rest
Live, In Effect, Class In The Flesh, Man
I Should Teach Rappin Steps
Sell It To Whack Council, Paperback And Secs, Yes
I'll Do What I Need To Survive This
Aint Goin Back To The 9 To 5 Shifts
Smoke Too Much Weed, And Im Tryin To Be The Loudest
Tryin To Make Noise, But I Move In Silence
[Chorus X2]
Class
Ya, Ya, Yo
[Verse 1: Classified]
Now When I Speak Truth, I Get Labelled As A Asshole
Say What I See, Talk What Class Knows
Everybody Wanna Sit On The Plateau, They Never Grow Up
Stay Young, And Act Out
Never Back Out, Dont Make Assumptions
Tracks Hit And I Still Spit Substance
Yes Y'all, Straight Killin The Public
Over The Top With Next To No Budget
Kids' Tight, But Gotta Stay Focused
Rip Mics, Ripped Off By Promoters
Handle My Biz (Ok) Keep Hands Clean
I Roll Wit A Crew, But Im A One Man Team
And, Doesnt Matter If You Think Im Hot Or Not
Just Keep Talkin Bout Me At The Barber Shop
No Names Drop, That Can Give You Props
Dont Be Jealous, Some Day My Reign Will Stop
But Until Then Im Still Gunna Do This
Without Music, Im Basically Useless
Stand Here For Another 10 Years
Wit A Mic In My Hand And A Beat In My Ear
[Chorus:]
Now Let Me Make Myself Clear, Been Lonely Here For A Minute
Need To Get This Off Of My Mind, Just Let Me Handle My Business
Im Takin It One At A Time, Ive Just Begun So Man Listen
So Listen, So Listen, So Listen, Listen, Listen
[Verse 2: Classified]
Never Fall Off, Class Dont Spit It
Freestyle For Hours, [?]
Talk Trash, Kid I Aint Get It
Aint A Funny Guy, But I Leave You In Stiches
And Im'a Say It, Mcs Are Bitches
Always Complain Every Time We Spit Shit
Or Some Women, Guys Have Been Dissin
Damn, I Do It Too And Aint Afraid To Admit It
Feels Like The Whole World Just Flipped Around
I Know Kids Used To Hate, Now Give Me Pounce
Same Time I Know Kids Used To Love Me
Made Moves, Now They Cant Stop Actin Ugly
But That's Hiphop, Your Average Fan
Stay Underground, Be The Favorite Band
Guess It Feels Like They Found Somethin New
But When Other People Like It, They Start Hating You
And That's Hiphop, Embrace My Words
[X2:] Listen , Listen
And I Know What I've Done, Media Ignores Me
I've Done More Than The Artist In Your Story
Go Ahead, Don't Bother To Support Me
There's So Much Hate In My Own Territory
I'll Still Lay Tracks To Rest
Live, In Effect, Class In The Flesh, Man
I Should Teach Rappin Steps
Sell It To Whack Council, Paperback And Secs, Yes
I'll Do What I Need To Survive This
Aint Goin Back To The 9 To 5 Shifts
Smoke Too Much Weed, And Im Tryin To Be The Loudest
Tryin To Make Noise, But I Move In Silence
[Chorus X2]
No Mistakes lyrics - Classified
[Verse 1:]
Just keep it goin'; yeah, yo
Now, I made many decisions and made many mistakes
Walked on many lands and swam in many lakes
I did good, did wrong; I got props and pissed on
I was dissed by the system but I still tried to get on
No one could tell me that my style was unhealthy
I never listened, kept spittin' 'til the neh-sayers felt me
Lookin' back, I guess you haters helped me
My fuel my drive
All just increased when you hated on Classified
Here's advice, for every rapper startin' out
Don't release a record 'til you're happy with the bars you wrote
My forth album's the first record I really liked
Before that my flow was too hype and I really couldn't write
So, I took the long way, we could argue all day if it's the wrong way
But sit back and let the song play
Props to Joe Bombay for hookin' me up at the start
I never had the skill but he knew I had the heart
[Chorus: x2]
Now understand, what I say
This year, no mistakes
Got here, no fate
Paid dues, won't wait
Made some mistakes and I'll probably make more
Just how it happens when you're try to go forward
[Verse 2:]
I made the mistake of mixin' business and friendship
People got offended, relationships were ended
So that's why I remember this, severe every tie
Cause every time I ever endevor with business
It fucks up; Nothin' personal, but I got friends, I don't need 'em
And you'd wouldn't talk to me if I didn't have the beat you needed
I've been through too many shitty MC's with beats, believe it
But I got eat, kid; and seems the weaker cast the feeding
I'm hungry, can't think with an empty stomach
Made bad decisions and now I suffer from it
Got a few videos, but yo, wish I planned the vision through
Some came out dope, some are better just to listen to
Not tryin' to make excuses; But all I'm tryin' to do is music
Forget about these interviews and photoshoots
It's just not something for Class
I'm only here for rhymes, buildin' beats, killin' tracks and that's that
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
I started off young, took a couple wrong paths
Gimme a second, gimme a second; yo
I started off young, took a couple wrong paths
Yo man, put some more hi-hats in it
Now it's all good and I ain't ever lookin' back; yeah, yo
And I got this joint on my keyboard starin' back at me
Like you ain't gone be happy 'til you puff on this fatty
Smoke five years straight, made the mistake of tryin' it
Say I got no problem, but I really hate denyin' it
I'm an addict for the marijuana
Doesn't matter if I wanna get high
I get high, it's part of everyday life that I chose
I know this shit'll probably kill me
And I won't quit, but everytime I blaze, I feel guilty
And I still do it, cause every choice has a consiquence
Never made made mistakes, then I'll never made no progress, man
No dope beats; In Hip-Hop you wouldn't know me
I'd still be back at Sobey's stockin' ya shelf with groceries
[Chorus x2]
Just keep it goin'; yeah, yo
Now, I made many decisions and made many mistakes
Walked on many lands and swam in many lakes
I did good, did wrong; I got props and pissed on
I was dissed by the system but I still tried to get on
No one could tell me that my style was unhealthy
I never listened, kept spittin' 'til the neh-sayers felt me
Lookin' back, I guess you haters helped me
My fuel my drive
All just increased when you hated on Classified
Here's advice, for every rapper startin' out
Don't release a record 'til you're happy with the bars you wrote
My forth album's the first record I really liked
Before that my flow was too hype and I really couldn't write
So, I took the long way, we could argue all day if it's the wrong way
But sit back and let the song play
Props to Joe Bombay for hookin' me up at the start
I never had the skill but he knew I had the heart
[Chorus: x2]
Now understand, what I say
This year, no mistakes
Got here, no fate
Paid dues, won't wait
Made some mistakes and I'll probably make more
Just how it happens when you're try to go forward
[Verse 2:]
I made the mistake of mixin' business and friendship
People got offended, relationships were ended
So that's why I remember this, severe every tie
Cause every time I ever endevor with business
It fucks up; Nothin' personal, but I got friends, I don't need 'em
And you'd wouldn't talk to me if I didn't have the beat you needed
I've been through too many shitty MC's with beats, believe it
But I got eat, kid; and seems the weaker cast the feeding
I'm hungry, can't think with an empty stomach
Made bad decisions and now I suffer from it
Got a few videos, but yo, wish I planned the vision through
Some came out dope, some are better just to listen to
Not tryin' to make excuses; But all I'm tryin' to do is music
Forget about these interviews and photoshoots
It's just not something for Class
I'm only here for rhymes, buildin' beats, killin' tracks and that's that
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
I started off young, took a couple wrong paths
Gimme a second, gimme a second; yo
I started off young, took a couple wrong paths
Yo man, put some more hi-hats in it
Now it's all good and I ain't ever lookin' back; yeah, yo
And I got this joint on my keyboard starin' back at me
Like you ain't gone be happy 'til you puff on this fatty
Smoke five years straight, made the mistake of tryin' it
Say I got no problem, but I really hate denyin' it
I'm an addict for the marijuana
Doesn't matter if I wanna get high
I get high, it's part of everyday life that I chose
I know this shit'll probably kill me
And I won't quit, but everytime I blaze, I feel guilty
And I still do it, cause every choice has a consiquence
Never made made mistakes, then I'll never made no progress, man
No dope beats; In Hip-Hop you wouldn't know me
I'd still be back at Sobey's stockin' ya shelf with groceries
[Chorus x2]
Problemz lyrics - Classified (feat. J Bizzy, J-Bru, Mic B, Spesh K)
[Chorus]
We don't mean to be a problem
But every time we start talkin'
Somebody else got a problem
But we ain't really bothered, we say mother fuck 'em
We don't mean to be a problem
But every time we start talkin'
Somebody else got a problem
But we say fuck 'em
[Classified]
I mix this like black magic
I got problems and bad habits
I'm always talkin' to myself now like Fred Savage
I ain't the best, but I know I'm above average
Lookin' for my next meal but stuck out in left field; [and]
Smoke too much, I won't grow up
And we dope as fuck but no one's as broke as us
To make it in this game is a million to one
Unless you suck dick literally like William Hung; [oh]
Man, I got a problem hatin' on shitty rappers
I guess that's just me, I got a hate for shitty rappers
I know what I'm talkin' about
I'm like George Strombolopolous every time I open my mouth
That's the truth
[J Bizzy]
Excuse me, I'm tryin' to earn a mere buck or two
J Bizzy react like, "Who the fuck are you?"
Calm down, bomb towns like graph artists
Attack arists we lack hardest not in whack hardest
Eww, now that's pimpin'
So immature, I'll never grow up like Maggie Simpson
Don't wanna find a real job to make a livin'
I got problems, like when my weed baggy's missin'
I got berzerk, act like I can't work or function
Flippin' over all my furniture, rummagin'
For marijuana crums again
Cursin' and mumblin', my stomach stay rumblin'
I'm hungry as fuck
[Chorus]
[J-Bru]
Yo, I'm havin' problems; I suffer from manic depression
But I don't see a shrink and never take my prescription
My girl's wonderin' why my mind races
My have black, half white, "Why I'm so racist"
Nobody's perfect; And Women, love to date 'em
But can't keep 'em for too long cause I start to hate 'em
Try not to get too drunk
Cause one time my girl talked shit and I smacked her up
Oh fuck; My biggest problem gotta be
Watchin' Videos of MC's that's not as hot as me
This independent shit is kinda shady
Industry rule number four-thousand and eighty
[Spesh K]
Now a day, I put the pro in the problem
Cause I plan to get paid off of tellin' the causes
Raw is the reason I sleep in on Tuesday
Greed would explain why there's weed in my suitcase
Confuse my notes whole with a rail road
Confront the po-po, now I gotta get bailed out
Burnin' smokes across from the Nova Scotia hospital
Where the crazy folks all talk to ya
Be a carpenter like Jesus was
Cause they want you to do whatever Jesus does
Walkin' bare-foot on broken seacrum jugs
Young alcoholics like I need that buzz
[Chorus]
[Mic B]
I ain't tryin' to say that I'm a crack addict
But I got some bad habits like blazin' up in my dad's attic
My dad's had it, he wants me out of his house
Cause I ain't bringin' no bread and I'm eatin' all of his toast
I'm sorry father that I didn't get it together
I swear I'll hit you back once I'm gettin' some chedder
Mom's sittin' in the corner knittin' a sweater
Cause she knows soon that I'm gonna have to deal with the weather
I really just wanna be left alone
Sometimes I sit at home and I disconnect my phone; ya see
Since I'm sperm, seaman squerm
And certain people can't believe that I'm a decent person
Said, once I hit my pre-teens that means it curtains
Ya need to clean ya act up; this is the cleanest version
It's not like this demons workin' inside of me
I just want some privacy cause I'm a shy and I'm as high as can be
We don't mean to be a problem
But every time we start talkin'
Somebody else got a problem
But we ain't really bothered, we say mother fuck 'em
We don't mean to be a problem
But every time we start talkin'
Somebody else got a problem
But we say fuck 'em
[Classified]
I mix this like black magic
I got problems and bad habits
I'm always talkin' to myself now like Fred Savage
I ain't the best, but I know I'm above average
Lookin' for my next meal but stuck out in left field; [and]
Smoke too much, I won't grow up
And we dope as fuck but no one's as broke as us
To make it in this game is a million to one
Unless you suck dick literally like William Hung; [oh]
Man, I got a problem hatin' on shitty rappers
I guess that's just me, I got a hate for shitty rappers
I know what I'm talkin' about
I'm like George Strombolopolous every time I open my mouth
That's the truth
[J Bizzy]
Excuse me, I'm tryin' to earn a mere buck or two
J Bizzy react like, "Who the fuck are you?"
Calm down, bomb towns like graph artists
Attack arists we lack hardest not in whack hardest
Eww, now that's pimpin'
So immature, I'll never grow up like Maggie Simpson
Don't wanna find a real job to make a livin'
I got problems, like when my weed baggy's missin'
I got berzerk, act like I can't work or function
Flippin' over all my furniture, rummagin'
For marijuana crums again
Cursin' and mumblin', my stomach stay rumblin'
I'm hungry as fuck
[Chorus]
[J-Bru]
Yo, I'm havin' problems; I suffer from manic depression
But I don't see a shrink and never take my prescription
My girl's wonderin' why my mind races
My have black, half white, "Why I'm so racist"
Nobody's perfect; And Women, love to date 'em
But can't keep 'em for too long cause I start to hate 'em
Try not to get too drunk
Cause one time my girl talked shit and I smacked her up
Oh fuck; My biggest problem gotta be
Watchin' Videos of MC's that's not as hot as me
This independent shit is kinda shady
Industry rule number four-thousand and eighty
[Spesh K]
Now a day, I put the pro in the problem
Cause I plan to get paid off of tellin' the causes
Raw is the reason I sleep in on Tuesday
Greed would explain why there's weed in my suitcase
Confuse my notes whole with a rail road
Confront the po-po, now I gotta get bailed out
Burnin' smokes across from the Nova Scotia hospital
Where the crazy folks all talk to ya
Be a carpenter like Jesus was
Cause they want you to do whatever Jesus does
Walkin' bare-foot on broken seacrum jugs
Young alcoholics like I need that buzz
[Chorus]
[Mic B]
I ain't tryin' to say that I'm a crack addict
But I got some bad habits like blazin' up in my dad's attic
My dad's had it, he wants me out of his house
Cause I ain't bringin' no bread and I'm eatin' all of his toast
I'm sorry father that I didn't get it together
I swear I'll hit you back once I'm gettin' some chedder
Mom's sittin' in the corner knittin' a sweater
Cause she knows soon that I'm gonna have to deal with the weather
I really just wanna be left alone
Sometimes I sit at home and I disconnect my phone; ya see
Since I'm sperm, seaman squerm
And certain people can't believe that I'm a decent person
Said, once I hit my pre-teens that means it curtains
Ya need to clean ya act up; this is the cleanest version
It's not like this demons workin' inside of me
I just want some privacy cause I'm a shy and I'm as high as can be
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