Turn me up a little more
[Verse 1: Classified]
Yeah, yeah, I'm a scream at the top of my lungs (ha)
Spit shit 'til it's off with the tongue (yeah)
Get lit, ride off in the sun (what?)
So don't trip 'cause you crawl and I run, shit it's already done
Back with the flow, the show, the magic
Went from hat tricks to uppin my status
Yep another classic, hard to believe
Poker face on with a card up my sleeve
They all said I never looked the part
But I ain't tryin to hear 'em like a pussy fart
And now they all searchin for my rookie card
Keep your motherfuckin hands out the cookie jar
Class is in session, check the scorecard
Yes I work hard like male porn stars
No the applause isn't necessary
You dyin to get into my show like a cemetery (ha)
[Chorus: Classified]
Turn me up a little more (more)
Fresh 'til we exit the door (ha)
Yeah, we breakin in your eardrums
Ready or not, here it comes (here it comes, here it comes)
Turn me up a little louder (what?)
Crank the amp to full power (yeah)
We do it every night and all day (all day, all day, all day)
(So), you better get out the way
We-we-we do it (fresh, fresh, fresh)
You better get out the way
We-we-we do it (fresh, fresh, fresh)
(Turn me up a little more)
[Verse 2: Classified]
Yeah, yeah, aiyyo, last year I got new management
This year I needed new management
I felt like they never knew what manage meant
Well good luck to them, I just had to vent
I spit what I live, speak what I know
Set the roof on fire, now you freeze in the cold
Think that I'm paid? Nope, I ain't loaded
But this drink got me feelin pretty loaded
Body all bloated, bit of a beer belly
Broke bottles of booze, can anybody help me?
It ain't a cry for help but in hindsight
I don't want to live the life, I want my life
I've been drinkin, been smokin, been high
Been thinkin, been hopin I'll get by
Shit I ain't nothin astoundin
From the underground so of course I stay grounded (ha)
[Chorus: Classified]
Turn me up a little more (more)
Fresh 'til we exit the door (ha)
Yeah, we breakin in your eardrums
Ready or not, here it comes (here it comes, here it comes)
Turn me up a little louder (what?)
Crank the anthem full power (yeah)
We do it every night and all day (all day, all day, all day)
(So), you better get out the way
We-we-we do it (fresh, fresh, fresh)
You better get out the way
We-we-we do it (fresh, fresh, fresh)
You better get out the way (fresh, fresh, fresh)
You better get out the way
We do it (fresh, fresh, fresh)
(Turn me up a little more)
[Verse 3: Classified]
Yeah, yeah, I don't do what I'm suppose to
From the old school, look at what we rose to
From the middle of nowhere to the center of it all
Through the ups and the downs, I'm rememberin it all
I take the good with the bad
Learned to be content with the things that I have
This whole world's fucked up and we all need more
And once we get it, we'll find something else we need to reach for
Dreams, life, work, rights
Hate, love, Northern Lights
I know life is good but I had my doubts
I'm a positive person with a negative approach (ha)
[Chorus: Classified]
Turn me up a little more (more)
Fresh 'til we exit the door (ha)
Yeah, we breakin in your eardrums
Ready or not, here it comes (here it comes, here it comes)
Turn me up a little louder (what?)
Crank the anthem full power (yeah)
We do it every night and all day (all day, all day, all day)
(So), you better get out the way
You better get out the way
You better get out the way
You better get out the way
Choose Your Own Adventure 1 lyrics - Classified
(You choose your own path or you'll have it chosen for you)
(Welcome to today!)
Get 'em up! (Get 'em up!) [x8]
[alarm ringing]
Ahhh, shit, is it morning already?
[Verse 1: Classified]
Rise and shine, damn 9:30
Got to start my journey but it's feelin kind of early
Tired and I'm feelin just a little malnourished
So I watch a bit of TV and I do some channel surfin
Flip through, then get up, shower to freshen up
Shave off my peach fuzz and then get my teeth brushed
I do my push ups, forty every other morning
It feels good to say but I don't think it's that rewardin
Turn on my computer, check messages
E-mail, friend requests, all before breakfast
Handle my biz before the day gets high paced
And I don't fuck with Facebook 'cause I need MySpace (ha)
Now off to the kitchen for some cereal or toast
Eggs fried or poached but I only eat the yolk
Feelin like a million bucks, set to get it goin
Now off to the studio to set this day in motion
Damn, it's nice out
[beat changes]
[Verse 2: Classified (White Mic)]
First I kick open the door, take the phone off the hook
Turn the beat machine on, crack open my notebook
Made a beat yesterday but still ain't convinced
I'll take another listen 'cause I haven't heard it since
[beat changes temporarily]
Mmm, nah scrap it, wack shit
Must of been too high when I craft it
Back to the drum machine, kick, snare and hihat
Bunch of old records, tryin to find where the fire's at
You spend a third of life in bed
I spend a third of my life in studios instead
Okay, I got somethin here, I like how it's soundin
Couple ideas, so I write it down when
(Class, what's up?), White Mic, what the fuck?
(Shit, I left work early, I don't mean to interrupt
But I got this bag of weed, would you care to have a puff?)
Okay, grind it, (mix it), roll it, (light it up)
[lighter flickers, they inhale and exhale]
[beat changes]
[Break: Classified - talking (White Mic)]
Inhale, (exhale), feels good, (as hell)
Pass that, (here take this), well how's that, (it's good shit)
Well okay, (well alright), sky's clear, (let's take flight)
Well I'm high (and I'm baked)
[Both], now let it take us away
[Verse 3: White Mic]
Blowin O's with the smoke as it goes out my mouth
(It happens everydayyyy)
And I grow all the dope that I smoke in my house
(So we don't have to payyyy)
I feel relief from the weed, I believe THC
(Helps us self medicateeee)
We don't need to agree
You do you, I'll do me, it helps me meditate
[Verse 4: Classified (White Mic)]
Huh, anyway, all my motivation to make this beat just went away
Then again, it's kind of early to end the day, I'll put the pen away
But what you sayin, (well, the sky's clear, my bike's here
It's a beautiful day and your inside here
That's quite weird (what?)
Let's go for a bike ride before the night's here)
Ah shit, it slipped my mind, I got to drop off this disc of mine
Go the city and meet with Jay Bizzy, get him beats, so he can script his rhymes
But I know I could use the exercise, so high, I just wanna rest my eyes
I don't know, make a move, to the city or bike riding
(What ya goin to do?)
[Outro: Narrator - talking]
If you'd like to go to the city, proceed to Track 11
If you'd like to go for quick ride on the old bicycle, please proceed
To Track 7
(Welcome to today!)
Get 'em up! (Get 'em up!) [x8]
[alarm ringing]
Ahhh, shit, is it morning already?
[Verse 1: Classified]
Rise and shine, damn 9:30
Got to start my journey but it's feelin kind of early
Tired and I'm feelin just a little malnourished
So I watch a bit of TV and I do some channel surfin
Flip through, then get up, shower to freshen up
Shave off my peach fuzz and then get my teeth brushed
I do my push ups, forty every other morning
It feels good to say but I don't think it's that rewardin
Turn on my computer, check messages
E-mail, friend requests, all before breakfast
Handle my biz before the day gets high paced
And I don't fuck with Facebook 'cause I need MySpace (ha)
Now off to the kitchen for some cereal or toast
Eggs fried or poached but I only eat the yolk
Feelin like a million bucks, set to get it goin
Now off to the studio to set this day in motion
Damn, it's nice out
[beat changes]
[Verse 2: Classified (White Mic)]
First I kick open the door, take the phone off the hook
Turn the beat machine on, crack open my notebook
Made a beat yesterday but still ain't convinced
I'll take another listen 'cause I haven't heard it since
[beat changes temporarily]
Mmm, nah scrap it, wack shit
Must of been too high when I craft it
Back to the drum machine, kick, snare and hihat
Bunch of old records, tryin to find where the fire's at
You spend a third of life in bed
I spend a third of my life in studios instead
Okay, I got somethin here, I like how it's soundin
Couple ideas, so I write it down when
(Class, what's up?), White Mic, what the fuck?
(Shit, I left work early, I don't mean to interrupt
But I got this bag of weed, would you care to have a puff?)
Okay, grind it, (mix it), roll it, (light it up)
[lighter flickers, they inhale and exhale]
[beat changes]
[Break: Classified - talking (White Mic)]
Inhale, (exhale), feels good, (as hell)
Pass that, (here take this), well how's that, (it's good shit)
Well okay, (well alright), sky's clear, (let's take flight)
Well I'm high (and I'm baked)
[Both], now let it take us away
[Verse 3: White Mic]
Blowin O's with the smoke as it goes out my mouth
(It happens everydayyyy)
And I grow all the dope that I smoke in my house
(So we don't have to payyyy)
I feel relief from the weed, I believe THC
(Helps us self medicateeee)
We don't need to agree
You do you, I'll do me, it helps me meditate
[Verse 4: Classified (White Mic)]
Huh, anyway, all my motivation to make this beat just went away
Then again, it's kind of early to end the day, I'll put the pen away
But what you sayin, (well, the sky's clear, my bike's here
It's a beautiful day and your inside here
That's quite weird (what?)
Let's go for a bike ride before the night's here)
Ah shit, it slipped my mind, I got to drop off this disc of mine
Go the city and meet with Jay Bizzy, get him beats, so he can script his rhymes
But I know I could use the exercise, so high, I just wanna rest my eyes
I don't know, make a move, to the city or bike riding
(What ya goin to do?)
[Outro: Narrator - talking]
If you'd like to go to the city, proceed to Track 11
If you'd like to go for quick ride on the old bicycle, please proceed
To Track 7
Up All Night lyrics - Classified
[Intro: Classified - talking]
(I've been up all night)
Yeah (whoaaaa)
Mic check, one, two (whoaaaa)
(I've been up all night)
I go by the name of Classified (whoaaa-ohh-ohh-oh)
If you don't know who I am, listen (whoaaaa)
[Verse 1: Classified]
Uh, I was born on December 13th (ha)
At 3:23 by Michael and Kathy (whoaaaa) (yeah)
An ordinary child named after my grandpa
Donald Luke Boyd, yeah the guy with the sampler (whoaaaa)
"Hi, how you doin? Have we been introduced? " (ha)
I'm the guy you thought would never make it in the group (whoaaaa) (nope)
But I've been overcomin obstacles since I was two
When my hearing was an issue and they filled my ears with tubes (whoaaaa)
I never talked 'til I was three years old
Then I had a speech impediment that kept me in the cold (whoaaaa)
Talkin with a lisp, I guess somethin like this (this)
Now I talk for a living, funny how life gets (whoaaaa)
I never drank or smoked weed in high school, I was a late bloomer
For me personally puberty could of came sooner (whoaaaa)
I always seemed to be a couple years behind
But I'm comin to believe that everybody has a time (whoaaaa)
[Chorus: Classified - w/ ad libs]
(I've been up all night)
Yeah, writin to the beat, tryin not to fall asleep
(And I know I'm gon' get things right)
Tell the story of my life in the middle of the night
(I've been up all night)
Lookin back at how it was, reminiscin growin up
(And I've tryin look back at what I've done
But I know that I've only just begun)
[Verse 2: Classified]
Uh, aiyyo, on New Year's, I bought myself a SUV (uh huh)
Then I got into a car crash in less than two weeks (whoaaaa) (haha)
I should have took my own advice, bought somethin cheap
'Cause my car insurance doubled just to keep it on the street (whoaaaa)
And damn, I hope I never fly again
I took a flight to Texas and thought I was dyin when (whoaaaa)
We dropped a thousand feet in five seconds or less
Now everytime I get on a plane, I'm a nervous wreck (whoaaaa)
Back to my childhood, remember Big Wheels?
When I was a young boy, toys were a big deal (whoaaaa) (ha)
We cruised big hills (man, just go for it!)
Smashed my head wide open though, still got the scar to show for it (whoaaaa) (yeah)
But I never broke a bone in my body
And it's odd, 'cause my hobbies were skateboarding and hockey (whoaaaa)
I never had nobody sign my cast
But you never heard nobody ever rhyme like Class (whoaaaa)
[Chorus: Classified - w/ ad libs]
(I've been up all night)
Yeah, writin to the beat, tryin not to fall asleep
(And I know I'm gon' get things right)
Tell the story of my life in the middle of the night
(I've been up all night, I've been up all night)
(And I've tryin look back at what I've done
But I know that I've only just begun)
(Ohhh, I'm on my knees)
I need to say somethin
(From the world with a smile)
(On my knees)
You hear that?
(From the world with a smile)
You hear that? You hear that?
[Verse 3: Classified]
Yeah, the first time I masturbated, I thought I needed help
It was dark in my room, I thought I was peein on myself (whoaaaa)
(What the hell? !) Yeah, I never had the birds or the bees talk
I didn't know the joy that could come from my dirty thoughts (whoaaaa) (ha)
At age fifteen, I started writin rhymes (uh huh)
But I think I told this story many times (uh huh)
I like to believe there's more to me than MCing
But I write to the beat and that's what I end up being (whoaaaa)
This ain't a song with a meaningful message
It's me introducin myself to you through my record (whoaaaa)
I'm that tall, skinny white guy, rollin up the reefer
See ya, Classified, very nice to meet ya (whoaaaa)
[Chorus: Classified - w/ ad libs]
(I've been up all night)
Yeah, writin to the beat, tryin not to fall asleep
(And I know I'm gon' get things right)
Tell the story of my life in the middle of the night
(I've been up all night)
Lookin back at how it was, reminiscin growin up
(And I've tryin look back at what I've done
But I know that I've only just begun)
(Ohhh, I'm on my knees)
I need to say somethin
(From the world with a smile)
(On my knees)
You hear that?
(From the world with a smile)
You hear that? You hear that?
(I've been up all night)
Yeah (whoaaaa)
Mic check, one, two (whoaaaa)
(I've been up all night)
I go by the name of Classified (whoaaa-ohh-ohh-oh)
If you don't know who I am, listen (whoaaaa)
[Verse 1: Classified]
Uh, I was born on December 13th (ha)
At 3:23 by Michael and Kathy (whoaaaa) (yeah)
An ordinary child named after my grandpa
Donald Luke Boyd, yeah the guy with the sampler (whoaaaa)
"Hi, how you doin? Have we been introduced? " (ha)
I'm the guy you thought would never make it in the group (whoaaaa) (nope)
But I've been overcomin obstacles since I was two
When my hearing was an issue and they filled my ears with tubes (whoaaaa)
I never talked 'til I was three years old
Then I had a speech impediment that kept me in the cold (whoaaaa)
Talkin with a lisp, I guess somethin like this (this)
Now I talk for a living, funny how life gets (whoaaaa)
I never drank or smoked weed in high school, I was a late bloomer
For me personally puberty could of came sooner (whoaaaa)
I always seemed to be a couple years behind
But I'm comin to believe that everybody has a time (whoaaaa)
[Chorus: Classified - w/ ad libs]
(I've been up all night)
Yeah, writin to the beat, tryin not to fall asleep
(And I know I'm gon' get things right)
Tell the story of my life in the middle of the night
(I've been up all night)
Lookin back at how it was, reminiscin growin up
(And I've tryin look back at what I've done
But I know that I've only just begun)
[Verse 2: Classified]
Uh, aiyyo, on New Year's, I bought myself a SUV (uh huh)
Then I got into a car crash in less than two weeks (whoaaaa) (haha)
I should have took my own advice, bought somethin cheap
'Cause my car insurance doubled just to keep it on the street (whoaaaa)
And damn, I hope I never fly again
I took a flight to Texas and thought I was dyin when (whoaaaa)
We dropped a thousand feet in five seconds or less
Now everytime I get on a plane, I'm a nervous wreck (whoaaaa)
Back to my childhood, remember Big Wheels?
When I was a young boy, toys were a big deal (whoaaaa) (ha)
We cruised big hills (man, just go for it!)
Smashed my head wide open though, still got the scar to show for it (whoaaaa) (yeah)
But I never broke a bone in my body
And it's odd, 'cause my hobbies were skateboarding and hockey (whoaaaa)
I never had nobody sign my cast
But you never heard nobody ever rhyme like Class (whoaaaa)
[Chorus: Classified - w/ ad libs]
(I've been up all night)
Yeah, writin to the beat, tryin not to fall asleep
(And I know I'm gon' get things right)
Tell the story of my life in the middle of the night
(I've been up all night, I've been up all night)
(And I've tryin look back at what I've done
But I know that I've only just begun)
(Ohhh, I'm on my knees)
I need to say somethin
(From the world with a smile)
(On my knees)
You hear that?
(From the world with a smile)
You hear that? You hear that?
[Verse 3: Classified]
Yeah, the first time I masturbated, I thought I needed help
It was dark in my room, I thought I was peein on myself (whoaaaa)
(What the hell? !) Yeah, I never had the birds or the bees talk
I didn't know the joy that could come from my dirty thoughts (whoaaaa) (ha)
At age fifteen, I started writin rhymes (uh huh)
But I think I told this story many times (uh huh)
I like to believe there's more to me than MCing
But I write to the beat and that's what I end up being (whoaaaa)
This ain't a song with a meaningful message
It's me introducin myself to you through my record (whoaaaa)
I'm that tall, skinny white guy, rollin up the reefer
See ya, Classified, very nice to meet ya (whoaaaa)
[Chorus: Classified - w/ ad libs]
(I've been up all night)
Yeah, writin to the beat, tryin not to fall asleep
(And I know I'm gon' get things right)
Tell the story of my life in the middle of the night
(I've been up all night)
Lookin back at how it was, reminiscin growin up
(And I've tryin look back at what I've done
But I know that I've only just begun)
(Ohhh, I'm on my knees)
I need to say somethin
(From the world with a smile)
(On my knees)
You hear that?
(From the world with a smile)
You hear that? You hear that?
Quit While You're Ahead lyrics - Classified
[Chorus:]
You better quit while you're ahead
Ah that's what I said, or you're better off dead
Hey eh, you better quit while you're ahead
[Verse 1: Choclair]
I told ya (yeah)
I did (I did, I did)
Now, a lot of MC's walkin with no knees
They persistent with fuckin with me
I'm just that real laid back, chill bat, smokin them trees
But yo I turn into some African bees (if you're fuckin with me)
I'm unmatched, unpassed, since way back
Up upon them blocks, rockin MCM hats
Just spittin at these people like I'm swingin a bat
At Scarborough Village, where the pillage was at
(You better quit while you're)
All them girls in them pum pum shorts, where they wanted it fat (yes)
Yo, I ain't braggin, I'm just spittin the facts
No exaggeration (naw), no grippin on my balls for charm
A Big Mac with no lettuce and sauce
Now my collar bone is filled with stars and got stripes down the arm
Got Class in the cut, pull the pin out the bomb, brother
Yo, so let them horns blow (yeah)
We're reppin this here because you all asked for it, so yo
[Chorus x2: w/ ad libs]
[talking behind Chorus: Choclair]
I told ya
I told ya
[Verse 2: Classified]
I ain't goin nowhere, I got my people in here
We still got it after all the smoke clears
Now speakin mathematically, there's no comparin to my strategy
Tryin to measure up, I appreciate the flattery
But half of these rappers are half of a beat backwards
Claimin they on point man, ch-check the stats first
I've dropped 12 albums with at least 12 songs in the last 12 years
Do the math right there
That's 144, on a one a month average
And that don't even count what I produced for other rappers
(You better quit while you're)
Done 5 tours, with 20 shows or more
And that's only dating back to 2004
Let's not forget the other years that don't apply to
Now name another rapper tourin Canada like I do
I know I am, on the top of this
And I know I have, many accomplices
If the numbers add up you can't get rid of me
So kid, know your past or your future will be history
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Verse 3: Maestro]
The Maes, the Maes is smooth and here to soothe you when
MC's lose, he keeps improvin
'Cause he keeps comin back with more and more hits
(Ahh shit), suckers better quit
When you touch my first record, then we can talk
Start prayin, start fastin, then we can walk
I'm makin movies now, while rappers still runnin their lips
Get off my dick, I'm tryin to study my script
(You better quit while you're)
I got politicians callin 'cause I'm influential
Beat makers want my voice on their instrumentals
Rappers makin mixtapes, then they get out of line
Except I've never seen a record yet do better than mine
They just keep recyclin, not excitin
Never the less I just put it to rest 'cause Wes keeps enticin them
'Stro fans wonder how he's gonna flow next
But all you gotta know is that he so Fresh Wes
(Godfather, God bless), still I spark the flame
Only rapper from Toronto on the Walk Of Fame
Now who you think Toronto trusts more - me or you?
Who you think Toronto loves more - me or you?
Son I'm not tryin to say that I'm better than y'all
I'm just on another level than y'all, so just move
[Chorus x2: w/ ad libs]
[Verse 4: Moka Only (Classified)]
Man y'all can't talk about stats without puttin your boy Moka in
(Yo, that's why I got at you man, let 'em know)
You see my braggin rights could be wrote on the longest list
The most prolific rapper in the world that fits
In my palm like this, my likeness is ubiquitous
36 albums underneath my belt
I whip 'em off like they Bisquick biscuits bitch
And ain't many that can deal with the heat that's felt
Rappers on the thing underneath my briefs and belt
I said (you better quit while you're ahead)
Mok a kept on with the keep on
You can't sleep on, so get gone and go get my coffee gopher
The girls on my toblerone, the bone her
Head stat on your cold toner
I've got the Junos and the platinum plaques back at home
7 MMVAs, I can hold my own
A known felon when it come to the microphone chrome
Choclair, Class, Maestro and Moka Only, let's go
[Chorus]
[talking behind the Chorus: Moka Only]
Man we got stats
Comin at ya like some baseball bats
You fall flat, fall back nigga
You better quit while you're ahead
Ah that's what I said, or you're better off dead
Hey eh, you better quit while you're ahead
[Verse 1: Choclair]
I told ya (yeah)
I did (I did, I did)
Now, a lot of MC's walkin with no knees
They persistent with fuckin with me
I'm just that real laid back, chill bat, smokin them trees
But yo I turn into some African bees (if you're fuckin with me)
I'm unmatched, unpassed, since way back
Up upon them blocks, rockin MCM hats
Just spittin at these people like I'm swingin a bat
At Scarborough Village, where the pillage was at
(You better quit while you're)
All them girls in them pum pum shorts, where they wanted it fat (yes)
Yo, I ain't braggin, I'm just spittin the facts
No exaggeration (naw), no grippin on my balls for charm
A Big Mac with no lettuce and sauce
Now my collar bone is filled with stars and got stripes down the arm
Got Class in the cut, pull the pin out the bomb, brother
Yo, so let them horns blow (yeah)
We're reppin this here because you all asked for it, so yo
[Chorus x2: w/ ad libs]
[talking behind Chorus: Choclair]
I told ya
I told ya
[Verse 2: Classified]
I ain't goin nowhere, I got my people in here
We still got it after all the smoke clears
Now speakin mathematically, there's no comparin to my strategy
Tryin to measure up, I appreciate the flattery
But half of these rappers are half of a beat backwards
Claimin they on point man, ch-check the stats first
I've dropped 12 albums with at least 12 songs in the last 12 years
Do the math right there
That's 144, on a one a month average
And that don't even count what I produced for other rappers
(You better quit while you're)
Done 5 tours, with 20 shows or more
And that's only dating back to 2004
Let's not forget the other years that don't apply to
Now name another rapper tourin Canada like I do
I know I am, on the top of this
And I know I have, many accomplices
If the numbers add up you can't get rid of me
So kid, know your past or your future will be history
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Verse 3: Maestro]
The Maes, the Maes is smooth and here to soothe you when
MC's lose, he keeps improvin
'Cause he keeps comin back with more and more hits
(Ahh shit), suckers better quit
When you touch my first record, then we can talk
Start prayin, start fastin, then we can walk
I'm makin movies now, while rappers still runnin their lips
Get off my dick, I'm tryin to study my script
(You better quit while you're)
I got politicians callin 'cause I'm influential
Beat makers want my voice on their instrumentals
Rappers makin mixtapes, then they get out of line
Except I've never seen a record yet do better than mine
They just keep recyclin, not excitin
Never the less I just put it to rest 'cause Wes keeps enticin them
'Stro fans wonder how he's gonna flow next
But all you gotta know is that he so Fresh Wes
(Godfather, God bless), still I spark the flame
Only rapper from Toronto on the Walk Of Fame
Now who you think Toronto trusts more - me or you?
Who you think Toronto loves more - me or you?
Son I'm not tryin to say that I'm better than y'all
I'm just on another level than y'all, so just move
[Chorus x2: w/ ad libs]
[Verse 4: Moka Only (Classified)]
Man y'all can't talk about stats without puttin your boy Moka in
(Yo, that's why I got at you man, let 'em know)
You see my braggin rights could be wrote on the longest list
The most prolific rapper in the world that fits
In my palm like this, my likeness is ubiquitous
36 albums underneath my belt
I whip 'em off like they Bisquick biscuits bitch
And ain't many that can deal with the heat that's felt
Rappers on the thing underneath my briefs and belt
I said (you better quit while you're ahead)
Mok a kept on with the keep on
You can't sleep on, so get gone and go get my coffee gopher
The girls on my toblerone, the bone her
Head stat on your cold toner
I've got the Junos and the platinum plaques back at home
7 MMVAs, I can hold my own
A known felon when it come to the microphone chrome
Choclair, Class, Maestro and Moka Only, let's go
[Chorus]
[talking behind the Chorus: Moka Only]
Man we got stats
Comin at ya like some baseball bats
You fall flat, fall back nigga
Inspiration lyrics - Classified
I made this beat, 2003ish
Wrote to it but never got it completed
I love the fell love the vibe that I acquired
Spit a couple lines but wasn't really inspired
See inspiration is the thing that keep my brain ticking
If you don't feel inspired, someting in my veins missing
I wasn't too strong
Quit that and moved on, never looked back
And started working on a new song
But as a beatmaker, you never know
A track that I ain't feeling might inspire someone else's flow
I sell beats, internet and in the streets
Helping poets paint pictures, I'm the canvas so to speak
I sold this beat to a guy named Phil
He reached out as a fan, hit me on my email
Told me I inspired him, he loved what I was doing
He said I motivated him to start pursuing music
Gave him the intrumental, call me when you done writing
But I never heard back and really never thought twice
It happens often, rappers never finish nothing
So it didn't seem strange he didn't hit me back with something
A couple months passed, that was fine
Then I got another message with Phil's name in the subject line
"Class, I'm a friend of Phil's from back in the day
And the music you made, inspired him in many ways
He changed his life around, got it on track
I want you to know, cause last week Phil died in a car crash"
What? you serious?
I barely knew the guy but shit it hit me fairly quick
We all forget how much life should be admired
Sometimes we all forget how our music does inspire
Inspired Phil? nah, Phil inspired me
To finish up my song over top of Phillip's beat
Wrote to it but never got it completed
I love the fell love the vibe that I acquired
Spit a couple lines but wasn't really inspired
See inspiration is the thing that keep my brain ticking
If you don't feel inspired, someting in my veins missing
I wasn't too strong
Quit that and moved on, never looked back
And started working on a new song
But as a beatmaker, you never know
A track that I ain't feeling might inspire someone else's flow
I sell beats, internet and in the streets
Helping poets paint pictures, I'm the canvas so to speak
I sold this beat to a guy named Phil
He reached out as a fan, hit me on my email
Told me I inspired him, he loved what I was doing
He said I motivated him to start pursuing music
Gave him the intrumental, call me when you done writing
But I never heard back and really never thought twice
It happens often, rappers never finish nothing
So it didn't seem strange he didn't hit me back with something
A couple months passed, that was fine
Then I got another message with Phil's name in the subject line
"Class, I'm a friend of Phil's from back in the day
And the music you made, inspired him in many ways
He changed his life around, got it on track
I want you to know, cause last week Phil died in a car crash"
What? you serious?
I barely knew the guy but shit it hit me fairly quick
We all forget how much life should be admired
Sometimes we all forget how our music does inspire
Inspired Phil? nah, Phil inspired me
To finish up my song over top of Phillip's beat
Choose Your Own Adventure 2 lyrics - Classified
(Choose your own adventureeeeeee!)
[Verse 1: Classified (White Mic)]
Yeah, yeah [beat starts]
Ou got the water? (check), weed? (check, ready to roll)
Look ma, no hands, I'm a never get old
(I pedal like the gas pedals got stuck to the floor)
In other words (nope), we ain't goin slow (so)
Quickly down the road we go, poppin wheelies and indos
And I notice my bro and he's puffin some indo (yo!)
(Stopped quick, tires started to skid, wanted a hit
But there was nothin left of the spliff)
[beat stops]
[Break" Mic Boyd - talking (Classified)]
Sorry boys, just missed it! (ahh)
(What are you doin? What are you up to?)
Aw, not much
(Goin for a bike ride, wanna come?)
[beat starts back up]
[Verse 2: Classified (White Mic) {Classified}]
Hell yeah, another motherfucker up in here
Rollin down the road with the wind in my hair
Bunny hop, both tires up into the air
I'm bad ass, biker boy, yo you better beware
(Okay Mic, you take this bike shit way too serious)
'Cause I'm the best biker in Enfield period
Fuck with me! (what?) I drove the deepest ditches (huh?)
Scaled the steepest slopes and road the meanest roads
Left skid marks all over the east coast
(OH, WATCH OUT!), shit that was close, woo hoo
{Mic you're a fuckin joke
But guys it's almost five, I'm hungry, I think I'm out}
[beat fades away]
Alright later man, peace out
Later
[new beat starts]
[Verse 3: Classified (Classified's Wife)]
I get back to my place and put my bicycle away
Feelin burnt out and tired but I try not to complain
My girl pulls up, how was work? (oh, just great)
You hungry? (umm, a little bit), we start to conversate
Both of us are kind of tired and neither wanna cook
So let's go out for dinner, maybe catch a motion picture
We go down to the local spot, check out what the menu got
Donair with extra sauce but keep the tomatoes off
She gets a calimari or chicken tetrazzini
She likes to keep it healthy, but me I keep it greasy
Believe me, if I could see me from the inside
Then I would probably never feed on somethin deep fried
We finished up, paid the bill, then took off to the city
I had a gram or two, she twisted it and sparked a dube
That's just the way that me and my lady partner do
Besides we was goin to see "Harold And Kumar Part 2"
We finished that, got in line and got our tickets
Showed up kind of late, missed the first ten minutes
Bumped into a couple co-workers of the Misses
My girl got the munchies like (your liquorice looks delicious)
My eyes bloodshot but I feel it ain't a factor
I felt like they expected it, they know that I'm a rapper
We watched the movie, had a couple laughs
And on the way out, signed a couple autographs
Back in the car and that's it, headed home
Then I noticed Martin Finch on the road, talkin on his phone
Standin outside of this club that we know
You wanna go? (Yeah, it'd be nice but I gotta work early tomorrow)
That's true and we probably won't get home until four or so
(Yeah but you can go, I'll drop you at the front door
Just let me know what you wanna do, wanna do)...
[beat stops]
[Outro: Narrator - talking]
If you want to call it a night and head back home, proceed to Track 22
If you want to get dropped off at the club and see what's new with
Martin Finch, proceed to Track 17
[Verse 1: Classified (White Mic)]
Yeah, yeah [beat starts]
Ou got the water? (check), weed? (check, ready to roll)
Look ma, no hands, I'm a never get old
(I pedal like the gas pedals got stuck to the floor)
In other words (nope), we ain't goin slow (so)
Quickly down the road we go, poppin wheelies and indos
And I notice my bro and he's puffin some indo (yo!)
(Stopped quick, tires started to skid, wanted a hit
But there was nothin left of the spliff)
[beat stops]
[Break" Mic Boyd - talking (Classified)]
Sorry boys, just missed it! (ahh)
(What are you doin? What are you up to?)
Aw, not much
(Goin for a bike ride, wanna come?)
[beat starts back up]
[Verse 2: Classified (White Mic) {Classified}]
Hell yeah, another motherfucker up in here
Rollin down the road with the wind in my hair
Bunny hop, both tires up into the air
I'm bad ass, biker boy, yo you better beware
(Okay Mic, you take this bike shit way too serious)
'Cause I'm the best biker in Enfield period
Fuck with me! (what?) I drove the deepest ditches (huh?)
Scaled the steepest slopes and road the meanest roads
Left skid marks all over the east coast
(OH, WATCH OUT!), shit that was close, woo hoo
{Mic you're a fuckin joke
But guys it's almost five, I'm hungry, I think I'm out}
[beat fades away]
Alright later man, peace out
Later
[new beat starts]
[Verse 3: Classified (Classified's Wife)]
I get back to my place and put my bicycle away
Feelin burnt out and tired but I try not to complain
My girl pulls up, how was work? (oh, just great)
You hungry? (umm, a little bit), we start to conversate
Both of us are kind of tired and neither wanna cook
So let's go out for dinner, maybe catch a motion picture
We go down to the local spot, check out what the menu got
Donair with extra sauce but keep the tomatoes off
She gets a calimari or chicken tetrazzini
She likes to keep it healthy, but me I keep it greasy
Believe me, if I could see me from the inside
Then I would probably never feed on somethin deep fried
We finished up, paid the bill, then took off to the city
I had a gram or two, she twisted it and sparked a dube
That's just the way that me and my lady partner do
Besides we was goin to see "Harold And Kumar Part 2"
We finished that, got in line and got our tickets
Showed up kind of late, missed the first ten minutes
Bumped into a couple co-workers of the Misses
My girl got the munchies like (your liquorice looks delicious)
My eyes bloodshot but I feel it ain't a factor
I felt like they expected it, they know that I'm a rapper
We watched the movie, had a couple laughs
And on the way out, signed a couple autographs
Back in the car and that's it, headed home
Then I noticed Martin Finch on the road, talkin on his phone
Standin outside of this club that we know
You wanna go? (Yeah, it'd be nice but I gotta work early tomorrow)
That's true and we probably won't get home until four or so
(Yeah but you can go, I'll drop you at the front door
Just let me know what you wanna do, wanna do)...
[beat stops]
[Outro: Narrator - talking]
If you want to call it a night and head back home, proceed to Track 22
If you want to get dropped off at the club and see what's new with
Martin Finch, proceed to Track 17
Anybody Listening lyrics - Classified
[Intro: Classified - talking]
Hello?
Hello?
HELLO?
[Chorus: Sample from "No Reply At All" by Genesis (Classified)]
Is anybody listening? Ohhh
(Yeah, can you hear me?)
No reply at all
(Ha, come on)
Is anybody listening?
Ohhh
(One, two, one, two)
No reply at all
(Yeah)
Is anybody listening? Ohhh
(What do I got to do to make you pay attention?)
No reply at all
(Yeah, uh)
[Verse 1: Classified]
Now, this is, more than a business
Much more than a kid tryin to get rich
Live this like it's an addiction
Spit this whether anybody listens
I don't know if you really hearin me
But these lyrics seem to be my therapy
Guaranteed, I hear the beat
My stress gets released, 'til I feel at peace
And I feel pretty fortunate
Even though I never made a fortune yet
A lot of these cats who try to make it in rap
They get nothin back
No feedback their whole life
Somethin to say with no mic
Incredible skill but no hype
I spit it for the ones never heard
Who spend everyday tryin to make this work, but
[Chorus: Sample from "No Reply At All" by Genesis (Classified)]
Is anybody listening?
(Is anybody listening?)
Ohhh
No reply at all
Is anybody listening?
Ohhh
(One, two, one, two)
No reply at all
[Verse 2: Classified]
Yeah, uh, okay, here we go again
Roll the weed20and put your stereo to ten
You know what you got in your boombox bangin
Unorthodox like "Boondock Saints" is
Take notes on how I stay dope
Upgrade the flow and keep the fake out
Bend the example play the scapegoat
But I shoot to get high, your goal to aim LOW!
Now could I take attendance
And give props to those who pay attention?
Listen to the flow and the way that we blend it
When we creatin and then we did it all independent
But come on, it only take a minute
Same old Class with a Yankee fitted
Still Enfield, never change your digits
I'm good where I'm at, don't hate just listen, come on
[Chorus: Sample from "No Reply At All" by Genesis (Classified)]
Is anybody listening?
(Is anybody listening?)
Ohhh
(Huh?)
No reply at all
Is anybody listening?
Ohhh
No reply at all
[Break: DJ scratches for 15 seconds]
Yeah, one, two, one, two
[Verse 3: Classified]
Look, this is more than beats and hooks
Thieves and crooks or reading books
More than gettin lifted, with your boy twisted
Friday night at the club double fistin
This shit's a way of life
I know it's cliché but my DJ say I'm right
We eat and breathe this, without a recess
Always on the mind like priests with Jesus
Playin it out, get strategic
Write my life like a thesis
I break this down into pieces
Nope no fluke, work hard to achieve this
Beat bang but still I speak
And spit with substance that will=2
0fill my needs
Treat hip hop like it's my religion
So yeah I'm sincere, thank you for listening
[Chorus: Sample from "No Reply At All" by Genesis (Classified)]
Is anybody listening?
(Huh?)
Ohhh
No reply at all
Is anybody listening? Ohhh
(One, two, one, two)
No reply at all
Is anybody listening? Ohhh
(Can you hear that? Ha)
There's no reply at all
(I can't hear ya, nah I can't hear ya)
Is anybody listening?
Ohhh
No reply at all
(Uh, yeah, I can't hear ya, I, I can't hear ya)
[Outro: DJ scratches until fade - w/ ad libs]
Hello?
Hello?
HELLO?
[Chorus: Sample from "No Reply At All" by Genesis (Classified)]
Is anybody listening? Ohhh
(Yeah, can you hear me?)
No reply at all
(Ha, come on)
Is anybody listening?
Ohhh
(One, two, one, two)
No reply at all
(Yeah)
Is anybody listening? Ohhh
(What do I got to do to make you pay attention?)
No reply at all
(Yeah, uh)
[Verse 1: Classified]
Now, this is, more than a business
Much more than a kid tryin to get rich
Live this like it's an addiction
Spit this whether anybody listens
I don't know if you really hearin me
But these lyrics seem to be my therapy
Guaranteed, I hear the beat
My stress gets released, 'til I feel at peace
And I feel pretty fortunate
Even though I never made a fortune yet
A lot of these cats who try to make it in rap
They get nothin back
No feedback their whole life
Somethin to say with no mic
Incredible skill but no hype
I spit it for the ones never heard
Who spend everyday tryin to make this work, but
[Chorus: Sample from "No Reply At All" by Genesis (Classified)]
Is anybody listening?
(Is anybody listening?)
Ohhh
No reply at all
Is anybody listening?
Ohhh
(One, two, one, two)
No reply at all
[Verse 2: Classified]
Yeah, uh, okay, here we go again
Roll the weed20and put your stereo to ten
You know what you got in your boombox bangin
Unorthodox like "Boondock Saints" is
Take notes on how I stay dope
Upgrade the flow and keep the fake out
Bend the example play the scapegoat
But I shoot to get high, your goal to aim LOW!
Now could I take attendance
And give props to those who pay attention?
Listen to the flow and the way that we blend it
When we creatin and then we did it all independent
But come on, it only take a minute
Same old Class with a Yankee fitted
Still Enfield, never change your digits
I'm good where I'm at, don't hate just listen, come on
[Chorus: Sample from "No Reply At All" by Genesis (Classified)]
Is anybody listening?
(Is anybody listening?)
Ohhh
(Huh?)
No reply at all
Is anybody listening?
Ohhh
No reply at all
[Break: DJ scratches for 15 seconds]
Yeah, one, two, one, two
[Verse 3: Classified]
Look, this is more than beats and hooks
Thieves and crooks or reading books
More than gettin lifted, with your boy twisted
Friday night at the club double fistin
This shit's a way of life
I know it's cliché but my DJ say I'm right
We eat and breathe this, without a recess
Always on the mind like priests with Jesus
Playin it out, get strategic
Write my life like a thesis
I break this down into pieces
Nope no fluke, work hard to achieve this
Beat bang but still I speak
And spit with substance that will=2
0fill my needs
Treat hip hop like it's my religion
So yeah I'm sincere, thank you for listening
[Chorus: Sample from "No Reply At All" by Genesis (Classified)]
Is anybody listening?
(Huh?)
Ohhh
No reply at all
Is anybody listening? Ohhh
(One, two, one, two)
No reply at all
Is anybody listening? Ohhh
(Can you hear that? Ha)
There's no reply at all
(I can't hear ya, nah I can't hear ya)
Is anybody listening?
Ohhh
No reply at all
(Uh, yeah, I can't hear ya, I, I can't hear ya)
[Outro: DJ scratches until fade - w/ ad libs]
They Call This (Hip Hop) lyrics - Classified (feat. Royce Da 5'9" & B.o.B)
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Classified, you're lookin familiar
[Classified:]
They call this Hip hop
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Real recognize real
Yea
My pradas and guccis
Got me tied up with hoochies
My hotel room smell like a lot of produce-e
I'm a god, I could crucify you
Exclude nobody, that means that it's you it applies to
If I was you I'd leave it alone
I kill you or suicide you
You had a choice before they flew inside you
The best rapper alive, you better ask around
I got coke in a hole with a nose like a basset hound
You step up I guarantee you I'm a back you down
Ask around, you show fear and get slapped around
Let's put the track aside
I fuck with Classified
Big balls, she suck my dick she gonna move the sack aside
Don't fuck with rappin guys
That toast'll pop up like a gat surprise
My motto is kill track or die
Beef forget it now
Your piece set it down
I done already touched more kids than a pedophile
[Classified:]
Yea, don't matter where you from
Where you came or where you're goin
Keep it movin, get em movin
Haha I'm ready for it all
Got my back against the wall
But I'm ready, never fall
They call this hip hop
[B.O.B.:]
It's the game that pays me
But somehow lately the game's been crazy
Ya I'm an 80's baby
So ya my momma made me but hip hop raised me
[Classified:]
My favorite rap album ever
Jeeze, let me see
Somewhere in between blueprint by Jay-Z
Or either Dre CD's
Or maybe Illmatic by Nas
Or possibly doggystyle by snoop dogg
Lived it like religion
Critics call it modern day sorcery
Cause I follow accordingly
To what rappers reported to me
Ah, started listenin around the age of 12
And it changed the way I felt
Plus the way I raised myself
It never taught me shoot a gun
Or go and buy drugs
It taught me how to keep it real
And don't be scared of who I was
It taught me how to grab a mic
And grow an appetite
To sacrifice bougie rapper types
Corny act-a-likes
I've never been upstaged
Off the wrong stage
You can write your verse good
But I'm a write my songs great
Never was I poured on
No rappers co-signed me
That's why the attitude, asshole
So don't mind me.
Yea, don't matter where you from
Where you came or where you're goin
Keep it movin, get em movin
Haha I'm ready for it all
Got my back against the wall
But I'm ready, never fall
[B.O.B.:]
Well these are not just verbs that I recite
It's actually a verse of encouragement
And advice
And everything is perfectly worded
The way you like
So I can make some currency
Just to service my life
Really I've been workin with verbage all of my life
So when I die, they gonna bury me with the mic
And when I go, please do not worry, I'm in the sky
Then and there you'll see, apparently I'm a psychic
A heavyweight, don't refer to me lightly
So when you speak to me, speak to me politely
I'm like a paycheck before you get fired
You need me in the game, so basically I'm hired
Bombin on you guys like Allen Iverson
They like damn, here's this guy again
He's on fire, we need a fire hydrant then
His screw's loose, get some plyers in and tighten them.
[Classified:]
Yea, don't matter where you from
Where you came or where you're goin
Keep it movin, get em movin
Haha I'm ready for it all
Got my back against the wall
But I'm ready, never fall
They call this hip hop
[B.O.B.:]
It's the game that pays me
But somehow lately the game's been crazy
Ya I'm an 80's baby
So ya my momma made me but hip hop raised me
(Jay-Z sample)
Paid for school but you can't buy class [x4]
Classified, you're lookin familiar
[Classified:]
They call this Hip hop
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Real recognize real
Yea
My pradas and guccis
Got me tied up with hoochies
My hotel room smell like a lot of produce-e
I'm a god, I could crucify you
Exclude nobody, that means that it's you it applies to
If I was you I'd leave it alone
I kill you or suicide you
You had a choice before they flew inside you
The best rapper alive, you better ask around
I got coke in a hole with a nose like a basset hound
You step up I guarantee you I'm a back you down
Ask around, you show fear and get slapped around
Let's put the track aside
I fuck with Classified
Big balls, she suck my dick she gonna move the sack aside
Don't fuck with rappin guys
That toast'll pop up like a gat surprise
My motto is kill track or die
Beef forget it now
Your piece set it down
I done already touched more kids than a pedophile
[Classified:]
Yea, don't matter where you from
Where you came or where you're goin
Keep it movin, get em movin
Haha I'm ready for it all
Got my back against the wall
But I'm ready, never fall
They call this hip hop
[B.O.B.:]
It's the game that pays me
But somehow lately the game's been crazy
Ya I'm an 80's baby
So ya my momma made me but hip hop raised me
[Classified:]
My favorite rap album ever
Jeeze, let me see
Somewhere in between blueprint by Jay-Z
Or either Dre CD's
Or maybe Illmatic by Nas
Or possibly doggystyle by snoop dogg
Lived it like religion
Critics call it modern day sorcery
Cause I follow accordingly
To what rappers reported to me
Ah, started listenin around the age of 12
And it changed the way I felt
Plus the way I raised myself
It never taught me shoot a gun
Or go and buy drugs
It taught me how to keep it real
And don't be scared of who I was
It taught me how to grab a mic
And grow an appetite
To sacrifice bougie rapper types
Corny act-a-likes
I've never been upstaged
Off the wrong stage
You can write your verse good
But I'm a write my songs great
Never was I poured on
No rappers co-signed me
That's why the attitude, asshole
So don't mind me.
Yea, don't matter where you from
Where you came or where you're goin
Keep it movin, get em movin
Haha I'm ready for it all
Got my back against the wall
But I'm ready, never fall
[B.O.B.:]
Well these are not just verbs that I recite
It's actually a verse of encouragement
And advice
And everything is perfectly worded
The way you like
So I can make some currency
Just to service my life
Really I've been workin with verbage all of my life
So when I die, they gonna bury me with the mic
And when I go, please do not worry, I'm in the sky
Then and there you'll see, apparently I'm a psychic
A heavyweight, don't refer to me lightly
So when you speak to me, speak to me politely
I'm like a paycheck before you get fired
You need me in the game, so basically I'm hired
Bombin on you guys like Allen Iverson
They like damn, here's this guy again
He's on fire, we need a fire hydrant then
His screw's loose, get some plyers in and tighten them.
[Classified:]
Yea, don't matter where you from
Where you came or where you're goin
Keep it movin, get em movin
Haha I'm ready for it all
Got my back against the wall
But I'm ready, never fall
They call this hip hop
[B.O.B.:]
It's the game that pays me
But somehow lately the game's been crazy
Ya I'm an 80's baby
So ya my momma made me but hip hop raised me
(Jay-Z sample)
Paid for school but you can't buy class [x4]
Oh... Canada lyrics - Classified
[Intro: Sample of "O Canada"]
(O Canada! We stand on guard, for thee)
(O Canada!)
(O Canada!)
(O Canada!)
(O Canada!)
[talking behind Intro: Classified]
I told this guy where I was from
He said "oh, Canada"
Kind of laughed it off, real funny, huh?
Yeah, uh, come on
One two, one two
Mic. check, one two, one two
Yeah
[Verse 1: Classified]
Uh, yeah, from the land of the lost, Trans-Canada cross
Patriotic and I honor with my hand on my heart
From the greatest of lakes to the greenest of greens
To the rockiest mountains and everything in between
(Oh, oh), oh Canada, oh you no fan of us
'Cause our movies and TV shows are so amateur? (ha)
Yes we laugh it off, that don't really bother me
Look we ain't serious unless we really got to be
Humorous attitude like Kidz In The Hall
Or Jim Carrey, Mike Myers, hell we claimin 'em all
It's the great white north, home of the funniest actors (O Canada!)
The butt of the joke with an abundance of laughter
The red and white flag, keep it high, keep it visual
People say Canada and get stereotypical
Think we finish every sentence with "buddy" or "bye"
And if it ain't that, it's either "dude, " "eh, " or "guy"
Canadaka eh, yeah we considerate people
And smokin marijuana, we consider it legal
Still doin rap like the 1990's
But that's how we like it, off time20and grimy
[Chorus: Classified ("O Canada! " - repeated in the background)]
I know where I'm from and I told ya before
North of America, hard to ignore
Every time I go away I tell them for sure
I'm from Canada, oh-oh-oh Canada
Oh Canada, oh-oh-oh Canada
I'm from Canada, oh-oh-oh Canada
[Break: x4]
When Class makes a sick beat, we call it a classic
[Verse 2: Classified]
I've been around the globe and heard the confusion
Honestly a lot of y'all are ignorant and stupid
Yes, we have microwaves, TVs and cell phones
Unintelligent fuck, we invented the telephone
We made Yahtzee, the lightbulb, hockey
And bred the greatest players - Gretzky to Crosby
We all got at least one drinking buddy
And after one drink, all of us think we're funny (O Canada!)
Our national mascot's a damn beaver
Oh Canada, we love our beaver (O Canada!)
Home of Hells Angels and RCMP
Home of Gordon Lightfoot and SCTV
No doubt, the underground railroad
Georges St-Pierre, right here is where he call home
Our health care system, y'all know it's free
Keep our girls bangin with a full mouth of teeth
I won't even get into the music industry
They say hip hop is dead, nah it's up north with me
I could do this all day, it's a part of my routine
But supper's almost done and tonight - poutine!
[Chorus: Classified ("O Canada! " - repeated in the background)]
I know where I'm from and I told ya before
North of America, hard to ignore
Every time I go away I tell them for sure
I'm from Canada, oh-oh-oh Canada
(I'm from the east coast of Canada)
O-oh-oh Canada
(I'm from the east, east, east coast)
Yo-yo, no doubt
Yeah I'm from Canada, so sometimes words come out of my mouth like this
Get used to it!
(O Canada! We stand on guard, for thee!)
(O Canada! We stand on guard, for thee)
(O Canada!)
(O Canada!)
(O Canada!)
(O Canada!)
[talking behind Intro: Classified]
I told this guy where I was from
He said "oh, Canada"
Kind of laughed it off, real funny, huh?
Yeah, uh, come on
One two, one two
Mic. check, one two, one two
Yeah
[Verse 1: Classified]
Uh, yeah, from the land of the lost, Trans-Canada cross
Patriotic and I honor with my hand on my heart
From the greatest of lakes to the greenest of greens
To the rockiest mountains and everything in between
(Oh, oh), oh Canada, oh you no fan of us
'Cause our movies and TV shows are so amateur? (ha)
Yes we laugh it off, that don't really bother me
Look we ain't serious unless we really got to be
Humorous attitude like Kidz In The Hall
Or Jim Carrey, Mike Myers, hell we claimin 'em all
It's the great white north, home of the funniest actors (O Canada!)
The butt of the joke with an abundance of laughter
The red and white flag, keep it high, keep it visual
People say Canada and get stereotypical
Think we finish every sentence with "buddy" or "bye"
And if it ain't that, it's either "dude, " "eh, " or "guy"
Canadaka eh, yeah we considerate people
And smokin marijuana, we consider it legal
Still doin rap like the 1990's
But that's how we like it, off time20and grimy
[Chorus: Classified ("O Canada! " - repeated in the background)]
I know where I'm from and I told ya before
North of America, hard to ignore
Every time I go away I tell them for sure
I'm from Canada, oh-oh-oh Canada
Oh Canada, oh-oh-oh Canada
I'm from Canada, oh-oh-oh Canada
[Break: x4]
When Class makes a sick beat, we call it a classic
[Verse 2: Classified]
I've been around the globe and heard the confusion
Honestly a lot of y'all are ignorant and stupid
Yes, we have microwaves, TVs and cell phones
Unintelligent fuck, we invented the telephone
We made Yahtzee, the lightbulb, hockey
And bred the greatest players - Gretzky to Crosby
We all got at least one drinking buddy
And after one drink, all of us think we're funny (O Canada!)
Our national mascot's a damn beaver
Oh Canada, we love our beaver (O Canada!)
Home of Hells Angels and RCMP
Home of Gordon Lightfoot and SCTV
No doubt, the underground railroad
Georges St-Pierre, right here is where he call home
Our health care system, y'all know it's free
Keep our girls bangin with a full mouth of teeth
I won't even get into the music industry
They say hip hop is dead, nah it's up north with me
I could do this all day, it's a part of my routine
But supper's almost done and tonight - poutine!
[Chorus: Classified ("O Canada! " - repeated in the background)]
I know where I'm from and I told ya before
North of America, hard to ignore
Every time I go away I tell them for sure
I'm from Canada, oh-oh-oh Canada
(I'm from the east coast of Canada)
O-oh-oh Canada
(I'm from the east, east, east coast)
Yo-yo, no doubt
Yeah I'm from Canada, so sometimes words come out of my mouth like this
Get used to it!
(O Canada! We stand on guard, for thee!)
Choose Your Own Adventure 3 lyrics - Classified
(Choose your own adventureeeeeee!)
[tires screeching]
[Intro: Classified]
And now we head into the big city, Mic Boyd and white Mic with me
We on the 102 cruisin doin 150
Clownin around with the music loud, lip syncin
Yo, turn the music down, my phone's ringin
Hello
[Verse 1: J-Bru (Classified)]
What up Class, can you make it to my show tonight? (Bru!)
I'd love it if you came through, maybe blessed the mic (through)
But don't stress it right, 'cause the promoter's shady
He gonna have me on some "fuck you, pay me! " (oh, you mean the...)
The last time I did a show with this dude (alright, alright, alright)
There was twenty people there, really I don't think it's rude
I'll understand though, if you got things to do
(Yo, you guys want to see Bru? [yeah, yeah], alright we'll swing through)
Ok, ok, well, if you're showin up then
I'm a throw you on the list, Classified plus ten (alright)
So who's rollin with you? (Well both Mics and I got to pick up Bizzy)
Ah shit, tell them I say "what's up? "
Well if you're comin dog, creep up to the back door
If you hit the front, I think they'll make you take your hats off
(Alright man but yo, you got drink tickets?)
Yeah, I got them with me (alright, we'll see you in a minute)
Peace
[Break: Classified]
We said our goodbyes and see you laters
Then pulled up to Jay Bizzy's next door neighbor
Gotta out of the car, I could hear his dog barkin [dog barking]
Before we even rang the doorbell to his apartment
[doorbell rings]
[beat stops]
Shut up dog, I know who it is, shit
[new beat starts]
[Verse 2: Jay Bizzy (Classified)]
Yo! What up Classy, Mic and Mic?
Already know you brought some heaters, that's exactly why I'm hyped to write
(Check it out), pick up the pen, I ain't the type to type
I throw punches and right hooks, so much you swear I like to fight
Don't worry about the pit, that's Cali, she's a sweetheart
I like you, then it's cool but if I don't, she leavin teeth marks
I like the way this beat starts, it sounds epic
Just get me in the studio, you know I'm down to wreck it
Anyway, what's goin on tonight? Heard Bru had a show
(Yeah, he's on around twelve), alright cool, let's go, let's smoke
Come on in, yeah don't worry, leave your shoes on
We'll have a couple drinks, we got some time before Bru's on
[Break: Classified - talking (Jay Bizzy)] [beat stops halfway through]
Yo, you feelin that?
Yeah man, I think, I think I could fuck with this one man
Alright, I got a couple more beats, check this out man
Check this one out
[another new beats starts]
[Verse 3: Jay Bizzy (Classified)]
Yeah, yeah, I'm thinkin about a new song
But I can't write or flip the beat, I'll let it move on
This one for me excited, got to roll somethin fat to this
But I ain't got a light and I don't know where my matches is
My little brother always snatches it, I'm easy to adapt to this
'Cause I just light it off the stove
The back burner been there for half my life I do suppose
Stay fresh like new clothes, write rhymes and do shows
Who knows maybe this blue nose can probably win some Junos
(Yeah but when the album comin out?), not anytime soon though
I'm busy on the regular and everyday I'm hustlin
No matter what the outcome is, you know that it's a must we win
[Break: Jay Bizzy - talking (Classified)]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, man
I really like this shit (alright man)
But we got, we got to get to the fuckin club man
'Cause Bru's on any minute now
(Yeah, check this shit later, just check it later)
Come on man, let's go (Yo Mic), just shut my door
(Mic, grab the door)
[beat stops]
(Yo, jump in)
(Shotgun!)
[engine revs and tires peel away]
[another new beat starts]
[Verse 4: Classified (DJ IV) {Martin Finch}]
Ok, right back where we left off
Piled in the ride then it's on to the next stop
Pull up to the club, hit the back door, sneakin in
Hit the VIP, where IV's rollin weed again
(Yo, what's up?), this is it, how you feelin man?
(Shit I'm good, you know, wheelin and dealin man)
Well when you on? (Soon but I could be wrong)
Alright, well I'm a get a beer, I'll see you back out there
Now when I'm in the club, I play the wall
Or I roll my marijuana in the bathroom stall
And honestly I never dance unless I'm intoxicated
I never contemplate it 'til my mind's inebriated
That's just me, yo, is that Martin Finch? Shit it must be
I thought that he was gone away, didn't he just leave?
And join the Army or something, was he frontin?
Mr. Finch! {Class, what's up cousin? }
Yo, how you doin? {What? }, I said how you doin?
{What you went canoein? That's stupid}
Man meet me outside so we can catch up for a second
He hit the side door, then the DJ cut the record
[Break: DJ at the club - talking]
Yo, up next, we got my man Jordan Croucher doin his new song
Produced by the homie Classified
[Break 2 - Classified - talking]
Shit, I gotta hear the new song live
For the very first time but Martin's waitin outside
Now, what the hell am I supposed to do?
I'll leave it up to you, here's your choices, choose
[beat stops]
[Outro: Narrator - talking]
If you'd like to go outside and see what's up with Martin Finch
Proceed to Track 17
If you'd like to stay in the bar and hear the new Jordan Croucher song
Proceed to Track 21
[tires screeching]
[Intro: Classified]
And now we head into the big city, Mic Boyd and white Mic with me
We on the 102 cruisin doin 150
Clownin around with the music loud, lip syncin
Yo, turn the music down, my phone's ringin
Hello
[Verse 1: J-Bru (Classified)]
What up Class, can you make it to my show tonight? (Bru!)
I'd love it if you came through, maybe blessed the mic (through)
But don't stress it right, 'cause the promoter's shady
He gonna have me on some "fuck you, pay me! " (oh, you mean the...)
The last time I did a show with this dude (alright, alright, alright)
There was twenty people there, really I don't think it's rude
I'll understand though, if you got things to do
(Yo, you guys want to see Bru? [yeah, yeah], alright we'll swing through)
Ok, ok, well, if you're showin up then
I'm a throw you on the list, Classified plus ten (alright)
So who's rollin with you? (Well both Mics and I got to pick up Bizzy)
Ah shit, tell them I say "what's up? "
Well if you're comin dog, creep up to the back door
If you hit the front, I think they'll make you take your hats off
(Alright man but yo, you got drink tickets?)
Yeah, I got them with me (alright, we'll see you in a minute)
Peace
[Break: Classified]
We said our goodbyes and see you laters
Then pulled up to Jay Bizzy's next door neighbor
Gotta out of the car, I could hear his dog barkin [dog barking]
Before we even rang the doorbell to his apartment
[doorbell rings]
[beat stops]
Shut up dog, I know who it is, shit
[new beat starts]
[Verse 2: Jay Bizzy (Classified)]
Yo! What up Classy, Mic and Mic?
Already know you brought some heaters, that's exactly why I'm hyped to write
(Check it out), pick up the pen, I ain't the type to type
I throw punches and right hooks, so much you swear I like to fight
Don't worry about the pit, that's Cali, she's a sweetheart
I like you, then it's cool but if I don't, she leavin teeth marks
I like the way this beat starts, it sounds epic
Just get me in the studio, you know I'm down to wreck it
Anyway, what's goin on tonight? Heard Bru had a show
(Yeah, he's on around twelve), alright cool, let's go, let's smoke
Come on in, yeah don't worry, leave your shoes on
We'll have a couple drinks, we got some time before Bru's on
[Break: Classified - talking (Jay Bizzy)] [beat stops halfway through]
Yo, you feelin that?
Yeah man, I think, I think I could fuck with this one man
Alright, I got a couple more beats, check this out man
Check this one out
[another new beats starts]
[Verse 3: Jay Bizzy (Classified)]
Yeah, yeah, I'm thinkin about a new song
But I can't write or flip the beat, I'll let it move on
This one for me excited, got to roll somethin fat to this
But I ain't got a light and I don't know where my matches is
My little brother always snatches it, I'm easy to adapt to this
'Cause I just light it off the stove
The back burner been there for half my life I do suppose
Stay fresh like new clothes, write rhymes and do shows
Who knows maybe this blue nose can probably win some Junos
(Yeah but when the album comin out?), not anytime soon though
I'm busy on the regular and everyday I'm hustlin
No matter what the outcome is, you know that it's a must we win
[Break: Jay Bizzy - talking (Classified)]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, man
I really like this shit (alright man)
But we got, we got to get to the fuckin club man
'Cause Bru's on any minute now
(Yeah, check this shit later, just check it later)
Come on man, let's go (Yo Mic), just shut my door
(Mic, grab the door)
[beat stops]
(Yo, jump in)
(Shotgun!)
[engine revs and tires peel away]
[another new beat starts]
[Verse 4: Classified (DJ IV) {Martin Finch}]
Ok, right back where we left off
Piled in the ride then it's on to the next stop
Pull up to the club, hit the back door, sneakin in
Hit the VIP, where IV's rollin weed again
(Yo, what's up?), this is it, how you feelin man?
(Shit I'm good, you know, wheelin and dealin man)
Well when you on? (Soon but I could be wrong)
Alright, well I'm a get a beer, I'll see you back out there
Now when I'm in the club, I play the wall
Or I roll my marijuana in the bathroom stall
And honestly I never dance unless I'm intoxicated
I never contemplate it 'til my mind's inebriated
That's just me, yo, is that Martin Finch? Shit it must be
I thought that he was gone away, didn't he just leave?
And join the Army or something, was he frontin?
Mr. Finch! {Class, what's up cousin? }
Yo, how you doin? {What? }, I said how you doin?
{What you went canoein? That's stupid}
Man meet me outside so we can catch up for a second
He hit the side door, then the DJ cut the record
[Break: DJ at the club - talking]
Yo, up next, we got my man Jordan Croucher doin his new song
Produced by the homie Classified
[Break 2 - Classified - talking]
Shit, I gotta hear the new song live
For the very first time but Martin's waitin outside
Now, what the hell am I supposed to do?
I'll leave it up to you, here's your choices, choose
[beat stops]
[Outro: Narrator - talking]
If you'd like to go outside and see what's up with Martin Finch
Proceed to Track 17
If you'd like to stay in the bar and hear the new Jordan Croucher song
Proceed to Track 21
Where Are You lyrics - Classified
[Chorus: Saukrates - w/ ad libs]
Where are you? Between the love, the hate and all the lies
Where are you? You trippin, you must be lost and hypnotized
Where are you? You must be runnin
Where are you? You must be runnin
Where are you? You must be runnin
Where are you? You must be runnin
Where are you?
[Verse 1: Classified]
I'm right here with a look of despair
And it's quite clear, why no one ever said life's fair
I can feel it gettin cold in the night air
Dreamin in a world where conditions are a nightmare
As I stare at my child in her high chair
I wonder what life is like in 25 years
Wipe her eyes clear as she cries tears
Prayin for the future, Lord answer my prayers
(Look), we can't save the world through a song
But I'll try to bring light to what you've known all along
The fame, big house, money and the nice whips
Is that what life is? I thought it was priceless
I thought it all was in the palm of our hands
But somehow we can't read the drawings in the sand
People go hungry and others get richer
Turn a blind eye and don't see the big picture
Gotta get our vision and better our position
Man against man, still killing for religion
The system ain't workin, so how we suppose to get along?
If this is life, tell me where the fuck we went wrong
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Break: Saukrates]
Or are you in between
(Where are you?) Of gettin what you need
(Where are you?) And doin what you want
(Where are you?) Runnin, runnin
[Verse 2: Classified]
Now I push on everyday but it's hard to ignore
When the wealthy get wealthier and the poor get poorer
We all know the rich don't need 7 cars
Million dollar art or a 50 acre yard
Ancient antiques that they think are eye raisin
Thousand dollar shoes, that their friends say amazin
You think they realize the money that they wastin
While these crumblin nations could of used and embraced it?
I'm done complainin, I'm done frontin
Tryin to pass blame when, I ain't doin nothin
Middle class folks wanna sit and point fingers
I know we ain't rich but we ain't broke, come on think first
You think we need (this), liquor or weed (this)
XBox 360 to succeed?
And you think we need these designer jeans
These finer things for our life to be complete? (please)
I hate preachin, I know that I don't do enough
Tight with my money and I know that I should loosen up
Life is tough and I know that it can seem hard
But a lot of people are worse off then we are
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Break]
(Where are you?)
[Outro: Classified - talking]
The world's a little bit bigger than just the street you live on
Open up your eyes a bit
Where are you? Between the love, the hate and all the lies
Where are you? You trippin, you must be lost and hypnotized
Where are you? You must be runnin
Where are you? You must be runnin
Where are you? You must be runnin
Where are you? You must be runnin
Where are you?
[Verse 1: Classified]
I'm right here with a look of despair
And it's quite clear, why no one ever said life's fair
I can feel it gettin cold in the night air
Dreamin in a world where conditions are a nightmare
As I stare at my child in her high chair
I wonder what life is like in 25 years
Wipe her eyes clear as she cries tears
Prayin for the future, Lord answer my prayers
(Look), we can't save the world through a song
But I'll try to bring light to what you've known all along
The fame, big house, money and the nice whips
Is that what life is? I thought it was priceless
I thought it all was in the palm of our hands
But somehow we can't read the drawings in the sand
People go hungry and others get richer
Turn a blind eye and don't see the big picture
Gotta get our vision and better our position
Man against man, still killing for religion
The system ain't workin, so how we suppose to get along?
If this is life, tell me where the fuck we went wrong
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Break: Saukrates]
Or are you in between
(Where are you?) Of gettin what you need
(Where are you?) And doin what you want
(Where are you?) Runnin, runnin
[Verse 2: Classified]
Now I push on everyday but it's hard to ignore
When the wealthy get wealthier and the poor get poorer
We all know the rich don't need 7 cars
Million dollar art or a 50 acre yard
Ancient antiques that they think are eye raisin
Thousand dollar shoes, that their friends say amazin
You think they realize the money that they wastin
While these crumblin nations could of used and embraced it?
I'm done complainin, I'm done frontin
Tryin to pass blame when, I ain't doin nothin
Middle class folks wanna sit and point fingers
I know we ain't rich but we ain't broke, come on think first
You think we need (this), liquor or weed (this)
XBox 360 to succeed?
And you think we need these designer jeans
These finer things for our life to be complete? (please)
I hate preachin, I know that I don't do enough
Tight with my money and I know that I should loosen up
Life is tough and I know that it can seem hard
But a lot of people are worse off then we are
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Break]
(Where are you?)
[Outro: Classified - talking]
The world's a little bit bigger than just the street you live on
Open up your eyes a bit
Trouble lyrics - Classified
[Intro: Classified - talking]
(Troubleeeee)
("Hypocritical")
(Troubleeeee)
They say my beats are (troubleeeee)
"Hyp-hyp-hypocritical"
(Troubleeeee)
It's got to be (troubleeee)
("Hyp-hyp-hypocritical")
(Troubleeeee)
("Hyp-hyp-hypocritical")
[Verse 1: Classified]
Yeah, now I'll admit it, I'm a hypocrite (yeah)
Tryin to get a grip (what?), let me flip the script (ha)
I'm seein things a little different (uh), I was the one to never hit a spliff
Now it's like everytime it's lit, I need to get a bit
I go on fishing trips (yeah), but hate fish and chips (what?)
Never handle business but always busy in the midst of it (ha)
Shit I'm a animal but tamer than a house cat
Cheese don't concern me but I'm caught up in this mouse trap
Still unsure what I stand for (uh)
I'm just a man torn, walkin blind, caught up in a sandstorm (ha)
I always say that I'm a one man band
But I got more guys on stage than you can count on one hand
Damn I'm confusin, roll up the hydro
I hate cigarettes but I'm addicted to tobacco (troubleeeee)
Won't break the bank but I'll break some bread
And I don't want to lose my hair but then I shave my head
[Chorus: Classified]
Whether wrong or right, I'm a give you what you need
'Cause my whole life, I had to keep up to the beat
So I hold tight, I got to get in where I fit in
Hit 'em with the rhythm and when the beat goes on it's - (troubleeeee)
And when the beat goes on
And when the beat goes on it's - (troubleeeee)
("Hypocrit")
And when the beat goes on
("Hypocritical")
[Verse 2: Classified]
Uh, yeah, now I don't do what I used but do things I never did
Still got my values but switched up my etiquette
This industry don't come with benefits
That's why I'm savin for a rainy day and tryin to stay ahead of it
I freeze time when I reach mine
And each line (yeah) is universal like a peace sign, so keep tryin (keep tryin)
I ain't a fighter but I love pretendin (uh huh)
Don't get it twisted bud I ain't a bitch, I ain't surrenderin (nope)
I ain't your everyday rapper with a love for foreign whips (yeah)
At the club scorin chicks (yeah), it ain't a skill I was born with (nope)
I usually stay at home payin off these mortgages
Watch a couple porn flicks, eatin bags of corn chips (ha)
[Chorus: Classified]
Whether wrong or right, I'm a give you what you need
'Cause my whole life, I had to keep up to the beat
So I hold tight, I got to get in where I fit in
Hit 'em with the rhythm and when the beat goes on it's - (troubleeeee)
And when the beat goes on
And when the beat goes on it's - (troubleeeee)
("Hypocritical")
[Verse 3: Classified]
Yeah, now take a minute (uh huh) and take a listen (yeah)
From Enfield straight spittin, originate from Great Britain
Proud +Martimer+, drinkin in my neighbor's kitchen
Empty out the fridge, usually we overstay our visit
Used to think I didn't care what people said
'Til I double checked message boards before I went to bed and
I always said this fame won't go to my head then
I catch myself thinkin I'm that Dude like Devin
Shit, I know I'm goin to grow
'Cause it a love/hate relationship, some things will come and go (troubleeeee)
But yo, I learned to live, live and learn (yeah)
We all hypocritical, as far as I'm concerned
[Chorus: Classified]
Whether wrong or right, I'm a give you what you need
'Cause my whole life, I had to keep up to the beat
So I hold tight, I got to get in where I fit in
Hit 'em with the rhythm and when the beat goes on it's - (troubleeeee)
And when the beat goes on ("hypocrit")
And when the beat goes on it's - (troubleeeee)
And when the beat goes on ("hypocrit-hyp")
It's got to be (troubleeeee)
("Hyp-hyp-hypocritical")
("Hyp-hyp-hypocrit")
(Troubleeeee)
("Hypocritical")
It's got to be (troubleeeee)
(Troubleeeee)
(Troubleeeee)
("Hypocritical")
(Troubleeeee)
They say my beats are (troubleeeee)
"Hyp-hyp-hypocritical"
(Troubleeeee)
It's got to be (troubleeee)
("Hyp-hyp-hypocritical")
(Troubleeeee)
("Hyp-hyp-hypocritical")
[Verse 1: Classified]
Yeah, now I'll admit it, I'm a hypocrite (yeah)
Tryin to get a grip (what?), let me flip the script (ha)
I'm seein things a little different (uh), I was the one to never hit a spliff
Now it's like everytime it's lit, I need to get a bit
I go on fishing trips (yeah), but hate fish and chips (what?)
Never handle business but always busy in the midst of it (ha)
Shit I'm a animal but tamer than a house cat
Cheese don't concern me but I'm caught up in this mouse trap
Still unsure what I stand for (uh)
I'm just a man torn, walkin blind, caught up in a sandstorm (ha)
I always say that I'm a one man band
But I got more guys on stage than you can count on one hand
Damn I'm confusin, roll up the hydro
I hate cigarettes but I'm addicted to tobacco (troubleeeee)
Won't break the bank but I'll break some bread
And I don't want to lose my hair but then I shave my head
[Chorus: Classified]
Whether wrong or right, I'm a give you what you need
'Cause my whole life, I had to keep up to the beat
So I hold tight, I got to get in where I fit in
Hit 'em with the rhythm and when the beat goes on it's - (troubleeeee)
And when the beat goes on
And when the beat goes on it's - (troubleeeee)
("Hypocrit")
And when the beat goes on
("Hypocritical")
[Verse 2: Classified]
Uh, yeah, now I don't do what I used but do things I never did
Still got my values but switched up my etiquette
This industry don't come with benefits
That's why I'm savin for a rainy day and tryin to stay ahead of it
I freeze time when I reach mine
And each line (yeah) is universal like a peace sign, so keep tryin (keep tryin)
I ain't a fighter but I love pretendin (uh huh)
Don't get it twisted bud I ain't a bitch, I ain't surrenderin (nope)
I ain't your everyday rapper with a love for foreign whips (yeah)
At the club scorin chicks (yeah), it ain't a skill I was born with (nope)
I usually stay at home payin off these mortgages
Watch a couple porn flicks, eatin bags of corn chips (ha)
[Chorus: Classified]
Whether wrong or right, I'm a give you what you need
'Cause my whole life, I had to keep up to the beat
So I hold tight, I got to get in where I fit in
Hit 'em with the rhythm and when the beat goes on it's - (troubleeeee)
And when the beat goes on
And when the beat goes on it's - (troubleeeee)
("Hypocritical")
[Verse 3: Classified]
Yeah, now take a minute (uh huh) and take a listen (yeah)
From Enfield straight spittin, originate from Great Britain
Proud +Martimer+, drinkin in my neighbor's kitchen
Empty out the fridge, usually we overstay our visit
Used to think I didn't care what people said
'Til I double checked message boards before I went to bed and
I always said this fame won't go to my head then
I catch myself thinkin I'm that Dude like Devin
Shit, I know I'm goin to grow
'Cause it a love/hate relationship, some things will come and go (troubleeeee)
But yo, I learned to live, live and learn (yeah)
We all hypocritical, as far as I'm concerned
[Chorus: Classified]
Whether wrong or right, I'm a give you what you need
'Cause my whole life, I had to keep up to the beat
So I hold tight, I got to get in where I fit in
Hit 'em with the rhythm and when the beat goes on it's - (troubleeeee)
And when the beat goes on ("hypocrit")
And when the beat goes on it's - (troubleeeee)
And when the beat goes on ("hypocrit-hyp")
It's got to be (troubleeeee)
("Hyp-hyp-hypocritical")
("Hyp-hyp-hypocrit")
(Troubleeeee)
("Hypocritical")
It's got to be (troubleeeee)
(Troubleeeee)
Used To Be lyrics - Classified (feat. Mic Boyd)
[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]
[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!)
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