Intro: Ups And Downs lyrics - Classified
Damn, another migraine
Vision blurred., eyes strained
I need another gel cap
Cause once this headache hits it's a sure trip to hell n back
I got too much on my mind
This lifestyle I lead got my health on decline
I ain't as quick thinking as I once was, huh
I guess that's what smoking j's and blunt does
Even my freestyle getting worse
I'm losing it can't connect the missing words
And everybody wanna get a verse
But when I say I got no time, they get their feeling's hurt
Daddy… hey what's up baby girl
Your the only thing that make sense in this crazy world
Through all the madness and the sickness
I know that I can look to you for love and forgiveness
What's you momma doing? Oh she's cooking diner
Well daddy gotta write this song, go on and cook it with her
I'll be in soon, soon as I get finished
And tell you mom I'll get the laundry done and do the dishes
But who we kidding
I can't even do that right.
I mean I can. But my mind stuck on Halflife
I'm trying to find somebody I can pass the mic
Who got the drive and will make the same sacrifice I did.
And yea I signed a couple guys
But I guess I didn't do my job, at least in their eyes
I wasted too much time, and some dope beats
But it's back to the grind, same old me
The sun's shinning again, satisfaction
Oh Canada, it just went platinum
I'm hitting plateaus, I never thought my rap flows would hit.
And actually making real cash flow off this shit
Last year, I felt like I was everywhere
The even heard me from Regis and Kelly's chair
The Olympics the Juno's I did it.
All of this all from one son, I'll admit it
Am I a one hit wonder? I don't think I am
But the thought crossed my ming, the I erased it
And for the video, we asked everybody out
And no black people showes, then they called me racist
Maestro told me,
Stay off the message boards Classy
But I'm sick of all these rap geeks
Talking out their ass checks,
Hanging off every word Class speaks.
But anyway that's last week.
This week, I'm about to move out
I just bought a couple acres and built a new ajouse
Shit it feels good to be doing what I love
And those who hate, fuck you, I earned what I got
I use to think that money changed the man
Now I'm thinking that it changes those around you
A lot of people wanna hand on and drowned you
So I gotta watch the people who surround Luke
I Know who my friends are
It'll reflect in my memoirs.
Life's a trip of joy and challenges
I just gotta learn to live it and balance it.
Vision blurred., eyes strained
I need another gel cap
Cause once this headache hits it's a sure trip to hell n back
I got too much on my mind
This lifestyle I lead got my health on decline
I ain't as quick thinking as I once was, huh
I guess that's what smoking j's and blunt does
Even my freestyle getting worse
I'm losing it can't connect the missing words
And everybody wanna get a verse
But when I say I got no time, they get their feeling's hurt
Daddy… hey what's up baby girl
Your the only thing that make sense in this crazy world
Through all the madness and the sickness
I know that I can look to you for love and forgiveness
What's you momma doing? Oh she's cooking diner
Well daddy gotta write this song, go on and cook it with her
I'll be in soon, soon as I get finished
And tell you mom I'll get the laundry done and do the dishes
But who we kidding
I can't even do that right.
I mean I can. But my mind stuck on Halflife
I'm trying to find somebody I can pass the mic
Who got the drive and will make the same sacrifice I did.
And yea I signed a couple guys
But I guess I didn't do my job, at least in their eyes
I wasted too much time, and some dope beats
But it's back to the grind, same old me
The sun's shinning again, satisfaction
Oh Canada, it just went platinum
I'm hitting plateaus, I never thought my rap flows would hit.
And actually making real cash flow off this shit
Last year, I felt like I was everywhere
The even heard me from Regis and Kelly's chair
The Olympics the Juno's I did it.
All of this all from one son, I'll admit it
Am I a one hit wonder? I don't think I am
But the thought crossed my ming, the I erased it
And for the video, we asked everybody out
And no black people showes, then they called me racist
Maestro told me,
Stay off the message boards Classy
But I'm sick of all these rap geeks
Talking out their ass checks,
Hanging off every word Class speaks.
But anyway that's last week.
This week, I'm about to move out
I just bought a couple acres and built a new ajouse
Shit it feels good to be doing what I love
And those who hate, fuck you, I earned what I got
I use to think that money changed the man
Now I'm thinking that it changes those around you
A lot of people wanna hand on and drowned you
So I gotta watch the people who surround Luke
I Know who my friends are
It'll reflect in my memoirs.
Life's a trip of joy and challenges
I just gotta learn to live it and balance it.
That Ain't Classy lyrics - Classified
You want it you need it I got itcuz this is how its goin down you want you need it I got it
They call me mr. negativity call it how I see yes I'm back in the vicinity
Bringing what you need plus all of the amenities
not what you consider thee running the mill running the drill none of it's real celebrity
I dont let any of it get to me I am more mystery mentally and physically
Yeah I've seen the bright lights ever so vividly
Party with the star types and mingle with the industry
But geez we don't need another hero I relate to real people not these self centered weirdo's
Flamboyant wannabe o so flashy if you ask me that really isn't classy
You'll never see me with my sunglasses on in the club dancing on the tables to my old song getting buzzed
And you never see me with a couple bottles of Chris trying to pick up on a chick
Like bitch you want this? That ain't classy
The radio's playing my song, I got a record label thats putting me on
But I still stay classy still stay classy still stay classy I'ma do what I gotta do and ...
If you're not believing this song enough to hate them don't care what they're saying I ain't changing
That ain't classy that ain't classy that ain't classy that ain't classy
Oh hey yo my daily insecurities got me locked down like I'm sitting in security
Getting locked down and it never did occurred to me it presented perfectly verbally
My certainties could turn into my currencies you never see my shirt wide open
With the chest hair blowing in the wind I know it
You never see me loose it trying to justify my music
At award shows cause I didn't win I know it
I'm adamant I won't become extravagant cause you're my management
And the guys i travel with they havin it
I'm just an average man who happen to have a plan
Never had to front on who I am to attract a fan
And don't be mad cause I never pop bottles
I don't waste for money I save my money return and pop bottles
Don't hate wait I ain't trying to say I'm trying to get pay
I'm trying to work earn the money I make that's classy
The radio's playing my song and I got a record label thats putting me on
But I still stay classy still stay classy still stay classy I'ma do what I gotta do ...
If you're not believing this song enough to hate them don't care what they're saying I ain't changing
That ain't classy that ain't classy that ain't classy that ain't classy
You want it you need it I got it you want you need it I got it
Yeah now I'm the one making many beats pumping in the trunk
I'm the one smoking many trees smoking in the club
I'm the one getting loose Friday night having fun
Spilling drinks on the wifey when I'm a little drunk
That's classy I guess some the author made them I'm often hating cause they're all relating
And I don't feel offended everyone can say their piece
I just really hate pretending so all you get is me that's classy
The radio's playing my song and I got a record label thats putting me on
But I still stay classy still stay classy still stay classy I'ma do what I gotta do ...
If you're not believing this song enough to hate them don't care what they're saying I ain't changing
That ain't classy that ain't classy that ain't classy that ain't classy
You want it you need it I got it
you want you need it I got it.
They call me mr. negativity call it how I see yes I'm back in the vicinity
Bringing what you need plus all of the amenities
not what you consider thee running the mill running the drill none of it's real celebrity
I dont let any of it get to me I am more mystery mentally and physically
Yeah I've seen the bright lights ever so vividly
Party with the star types and mingle with the industry
But geez we don't need another hero I relate to real people not these self centered weirdo's
Flamboyant wannabe o so flashy if you ask me that really isn't classy
You'll never see me with my sunglasses on in the club dancing on the tables to my old song getting buzzed
And you never see me with a couple bottles of Chris trying to pick up on a chick
Like bitch you want this? That ain't classy
The radio's playing my song, I got a record label thats putting me on
But I still stay classy still stay classy still stay classy I'ma do what I gotta do and ...
If you're not believing this song enough to hate them don't care what they're saying I ain't changing
That ain't classy that ain't classy that ain't classy that ain't classy
Oh hey yo my daily insecurities got me locked down like I'm sitting in security
Getting locked down and it never did occurred to me it presented perfectly verbally
My certainties could turn into my currencies you never see my shirt wide open
With the chest hair blowing in the wind I know it
You never see me loose it trying to justify my music
At award shows cause I didn't win I know it
I'm adamant I won't become extravagant cause you're my management
And the guys i travel with they havin it
I'm just an average man who happen to have a plan
Never had to front on who I am to attract a fan
And don't be mad cause I never pop bottles
I don't waste for money I save my money return and pop bottles
Don't hate wait I ain't trying to say I'm trying to get pay
I'm trying to work earn the money I make that's classy
The radio's playing my song and I got a record label thats putting me on
But I still stay classy still stay classy still stay classy I'ma do what I gotta do ...
If you're not believing this song enough to hate them don't care what they're saying I ain't changing
That ain't classy that ain't classy that ain't classy that ain't classy
You want it you need it I got it you want you need it I got it
Yeah now I'm the one making many beats pumping in the trunk
I'm the one smoking many trees smoking in the club
I'm the one getting loose Friday night having fun
Spilling drinks on the wifey when I'm a little drunk
That's classy I guess some the author made them I'm often hating cause they're all relating
And I don't feel offended everyone can say their piece
I just really hate pretending so all you get is me that's classy
The radio's playing my song and I got a record label thats putting me on
But I still stay classy still stay classy still stay classy I'ma do what I gotta do ...
If you're not believing this song enough to hate them don't care what they're saying I ain't changing
That ain't classy that ain't classy that ain't classy that ain't classy
You want it you need it I got it
you want you need it I got it.
High Maintenance lyrics - Classified
I'm so highhhhh,flying saucer racing on vacation in the sky over top the population
Marijuana, maryjane, whatever you name it
Been smoking for a couple years and got no plan to change it
At 21 I started puffing just in moderation
Now I smoke like I'm Jamaican it's a daily operation
Plus within my occupation it's an obligation
Late night, cloudy room instrumental dominating
I'm so high strung, but I stay calm and patient
When I'm blazing, more focused then when I'm intoxicated
My parents always told me drugs are bad don't you ever take em
You'll be wasted and sedated talking sharp with God and Satan
Life is often changing though, nowadays they smoke a bit
After work "Puff Puff" and don't want no one knowing it
Oops I let the cat out the bag, what a drag
Don't be mad fam here take a drag
I'm a pot smoking pot head, I'm not ashamed to say it
Never hide it like a coke head its way too complicated
I'm laid back feeling good, yea I'm high maintenance
Puffing on a blunt go ahead try taking it
[Chorus]
Rolling my weed another day goes by
I know what I need when I see the sun rise
I wanna beleive I don't need to get high
But I gotta have it, cause I gotta habit, and I keep smokinggg
To maintain my high, smokin'
I need to maintain my high
Rolling my weed another day goes by
I know what I need when I see the sun rise
I wanna beleive I don't need to get high
But I gotta have it, cause I gotta habit, and I keep smokinggg
We got that hashish, dope, weed, however you say it
When it comes to chronic smoke Canada we have the greatest
And all my freinds and peers have been smoking it for years
So it's hard for me to quit but I'm constantly contemplating
And my girls been complaining ever since her ovulating
Turned into her water breaking now she watches what she takes in
Cudo's to my lady, but if im not mistaken
She's the reason I smoke a lot, man she used to smoke a lot
I use to say, damn girl get off the dope, stop
When I tried it though we grew together like a growing op
She means well I know that, I'm not complaining
I'm just colour commenting, stepping back and observating
Shit I love it, but I see the complications
It's hard concentrating when I'm high song creating
Man I hate it, I mean I need it, I mean I hate it, I mean it
Shit im indecisive when I'm weeded
I need some hight maintenance, I know it's long awaited
Plus I feel my tonsil's aching think it's from the pot I take in
[Chorus]
Rolling my weed another day goes by
I know what I need when I see the sun rise
I wanna beleive I don't need to get high
But I gotta have it, cause I gotta habit, and I keep smokinggg
To maintain my high, smokin'
I need to maintain my high
Rolling my weed another day goes by
I know what I need when I see the sun rise
I wanna beleive I don't need to get high
But I gotta have it, cause I gotta habit, and I keep smokinggg
Marijuana, maryjane, whatever you name it
Been smoking for a couple years and got no plan to change it
At 21 I started puffing just in moderation
Now I smoke like I'm Jamaican it's a daily operation
Plus within my occupation it's an obligation
Late night, cloudy room instrumental dominating
I'm so high strung, but I stay calm and patient
When I'm blazing, more focused then when I'm intoxicated
My parents always told me drugs are bad don't you ever take em
You'll be wasted and sedated talking sharp with God and Satan
Life is often changing though, nowadays they smoke a bit
After work "Puff Puff" and don't want no one knowing it
Oops I let the cat out the bag, what a drag
Don't be mad fam here take a drag
I'm a pot smoking pot head, I'm not ashamed to say it
Never hide it like a coke head its way too complicated
I'm laid back feeling good, yea I'm high maintenance
Puffing on a blunt go ahead try taking it
[Chorus]
Rolling my weed another day goes by
I know what I need when I see the sun rise
I wanna beleive I don't need to get high
But I gotta have it, cause I gotta habit, and I keep smokinggg
To maintain my high, smokin'
I need to maintain my high
Rolling my weed another day goes by
I know what I need when I see the sun rise
I wanna beleive I don't need to get high
But I gotta have it, cause I gotta habit, and I keep smokinggg
We got that hashish, dope, weed, however you say it
When it comes to chronic smoke Canada we have the greatest
And all my freinds and peers have been smoking it for years
So it's hard for me to quit but I'm constantly contemplating
And my girls been complaining ever since her ovulating
Turned into her water breaking now she watches what she takes in
Cudo's to my lady, but if im not mistaken
She's the reason I smoke a lot, man she used to smoke a lot
I use to say, damn girl get off the dope, stop
When I tried it though we grew together like a growing op
She means well I know that, I'm not complaining
I'm just colour commenting, stepping back and observating
Shit I love it, but I see the complications
It's hard concentrating when I'm high song creating
Man I hate it, I mean I need it, I mean I hate it, I mean it
Shit im indecisive when I'm weeded
I need some hight maintenance, I know it's long awaited
Plus I feel my tonsil's aching think it's from the pot I take in
[Chorus]
Rolling my weed another day goes by
I know what I need when I see the sun rise
I wanna beleive I don't need to get high
But I gotta have it, cause I gotta habit, and I keep smokinggg
To maintain my high, smokin'
I need to maintain my high
Rolling my weed another day goes by
I know what I need when I see the sun rise
I wanna beleive I don't need to get high
But I gotta have it, cause I gotta habit, and I keep smokinggg
Unusual lyrics - Classified (feat. Joe Budden)
[Chorus - Sample from "Rain" by Uriah Heep]
Now it's raining inside, but that's not unusual
But the way that I'm feeling's, becoming usual
I guess you could say
The clouds are moving away
[Joe Budden - talking over Chorus]
Uh, what up Class?
Joey
Let me talk to 'em (oh!)
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
No more runnin from the black cloud, got it all mapped out
I put it in a figure-four until it tap out (yeah)
still there some that rather see me in a crack house
Stick up kids stakin out the block tryin jack Mouse
Newsflash if you thinkin I'm a cash cow
You probably ain't a fan nigga, that ain't what I rap 'bout
I'm on settin goals, tryin to achieve it
I'm such an open book but they don't bother to read it (ha)
The teacher said I would never get ahead (nah)
All I could do is laugh, them threats was all funny
According to her I'd be dead before twenty (uh)
But it's cool, I've been mislead before hunnie (oh)
I'm checkin for more money, you will be disorganized
Use to starin at tortured eyes from my walk of life
Want to let her know I got a lot left to give
It's difficult to understand what you never lived
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Verse 2 - Classified]
Aiyyo, that's how my days go, from rain showers to rainbows
I'm from the place of mayflowers and raincoats
John Smiths and Jane Does
A bunch of nobodies who talk shit out their a-hole
But that's just the way it goes, I pay no mind to banks close
I know it takes two to tango, so I lay low
We brush 'em off age yo (oh!), not a word
We're borderline assholes like immigration officers
Word, it gets better and gets worse
I'm more used to it everyday I'm on this Earth
People think they know me real good (they don't, they don't)
Tryin to pinpoint, judge me? (I know, I know)
Y'all need to look a little deeper than the little whiff of reefer
That I bring into the double feature movie at the theater
I live away the day while you're playin your charades
I could weather out the storm, so rain on my parade (I'm used to it anyway)
[1/2 Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
Uh, my sermon won't be over 'til church end (uh)
My first Benz made me (what?), see I had the worst friends (uh)
Meanwhile thought I was hangin with the same men (uh)
Success ain't never change me but it changed them
Something different about me, you can blame time
It ain't a crime (what?), 'cause your problems ain't mine
I learned quick if they don't care about everything that you bare
Must mean that everything ain't meant to be shared (shared)
[Verse 4 - Classified]
I share the same views
When things are gettin rough, there are few who remain true (ha)
This ain't new (nah), ain't nothin unusual
I don't need you, I'm glad that feels mutual
How can you be so shallow, swimmin in the deep water?
It's a fine line and your walkin on the edge
Yeah I'm used to the rain fallin on my head
But this weather got we wishin I was crawlin into bed
It's cold, life is snowballin again
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
Now it's raining inside, but that's not unusual
But the way that I'm feeling's, becoming usual
I guess you could say
The clouds are moving away
[Joe Budden - talking over Chorus]
Uh, what up Class?
Joey
Let me talk to 'em (oh!)
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
No more runnin from the black cloud, got it all mapped out
I put it in a figure-four until it tap out (yeah)
still there some that rather see me in a crack house
Stick up kids stakin out the block tryin jack Mouse
Newsflash if you thinkin I'm a cash cow
You probably ain't a fan nigga, that ain't what I rap 'bout
I'm on settin goals, tryin to achieve it
I'm such an open book but they don't bother to read it (ha)
The teacher said I would never get ahead (nah)
All I could do is laugh, them threats was all funny
According to her I'd be dead before twenty (uh)
But it's cool, I've been mislead before hunnie (oh)
I'm checkin for more money, you will be disorganized
Use to starin at tortured eyes from my walk of life
Want to let her know I got a lot left to give
It's difficult to understand what you never lived
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Verse 2 - Classified]
Aiyyo, that's how my days go, from rain showers to rainbows
I'm from the place of mayflowers and raincoats
John Smiths and Jane Does
A bunch of nobodies who talk shit out their a-hole
But that's just the way it goes, I pay no mind to banks close
I know it takes two to tango, so I lay low
We brush 'em off age yo (oh!), not a word
We're borderline assholes like immigration officers
Word, it gets better and gets worse
I'm more used to it everyday I'm on this Earth
People think they know me real good (they don't, they don't)
Tryin to pinpoint, judge me? (I know, I know)
Y'all need to look a little deeper than the little whiff of reefer
That I bring into the double feature movie at the theater
I live away the day while you're playin your charades
I could weather out the storm, so rain on my parade (I'm used to it anyway)
[1/2 Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
Uh, my sermon won't be over 'til church end (uh)
My first Benz made me (what?), see I had the worst friends (uh)
Meanwhile thought I was hangin with the same men (uh)
Success ain't never change me but it changed them
Something different about me, you can blame time
It ain't a crime (what?), 'cause your problems ain't mine
I learned quick if they don't care about everything that you bare
Must mean that everything ain't meant to be shared (shared)
[Verse 4 - Classified]
I share the same views
When things are gettin rough, there are few who remain true (ha)
This ain't new (nah), ain't nothin unusual
I don't need you, I'm glad that feels mutual
How can you be so shallow, swimmin in the deep water?
It's a fine line and your walkin on the edge
Yeah I'm used to the rain fallin on my head
But this weather got we wishin I was crawlin into bed
It's cold, life is snowballin again
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
Danger Bay lyrics - Classified
It Goes..
Welcome to DANGER BAY!
where everybody acts up in the strangest ways
in this place when it pours
it rains for days
Ain't no love left only that hate remains
walk with me..escape or face the flames
type of place you don't even know your neighbours name
and in danger bay there aint no hereos
naw they only wanna kill em and be the villain like scarecrow
it's a place where the athletes and entertainers
are more valued then the doctors and educators
and they all lost faith in their lord
and the ones who haven't they don't go to church, they go to war
it's a place where the wicked are rewarded, and money in the power's too important
the skies turning grey and the ocean turned black, i think we in too far and we can't turn back
Welcome to danger bay!
ooh ohh ohhhhh
(Don't wanna go back) (Don't wanna go back)
Welcome To Danger Bay
How will You survive through the fires and the winds of change?
Welcome To Danger Bay
you better change directions or count your blessings
You ever been to a place like this? where they have no shame and they show no sorrow?
You ever been to a place like this? where to laugh at another man's pain is normal?
it's hard to believe what it used to be, a beautiful scene for the human being.
Then they started pollutin the streets, abusin the land and log grooming the green
and the earthquakes rumbled and the gods rained down as the winds and the hurricanes blew from the sea
the buildings crumbled and the fires spread while the wild tornadoes uprooted the trees
SO MUCH HATE!..SO LITTLE LOVE!...is it the apocalypse we in the middle of?
will this world burn? freeze? or will it flood? shit i dunno i'm trying to stay afloat in
DANGER BAY
ooh ohh ohhhhh
(Don't wanna go back) (Don't wanna go back)
Welcome To Danger Bay
How will You survive through the fires and the winds of change?
Welcome To Danger Bay
you better change directions or count your blessings
Shit We Livin in Danger Bay!
ooh ohh ohhhhh
(Don't wanna go back) (Don't wanna go back)
yeah we livin in Danger Bay
Welcome To Danger Bay
How will You survive through the fires and the winds of change?
Welcome To Danger Bay
you better change directions or count your blessings
Welcome to DANGER BAY!
where everybody acts up in the strangest ways
in this place when it pours
it rains for days
Ain't no love left only that hate remains
walk with me..escape or face the flames
type of place you don't even know your neighbours name
and in danger bay there aint no hereos
naw they only wanna kill em and be the villain like scarecrow
it's a place where the athletes and entertainers
are more valued then the doctors and educators
and they all lost faith in their lord
and the ones who haven't they don't go to church, they go to war
it's a place where the wicked are rewarded, and money in the power's too important
the skies turning grey and the ocean turned black, i think we in too far and we can't turn back
Welcome to danger bay!
ooh ohh ohhhhh
(Don't wanna go back) (Don't wanna go back)
Welcome To Danger Bay
How will You survive through the fires and the winds of change?
Welcome To Danger Bay
you better change directions or count your blessings
You ever been to a place like this? where they have no shame and they show no sorrow?
You ever been to a place like this? where to laugh at another man's pain is normal?
it's hard to believe what it used to be, a beautiful scene for the human being.
Then they started pollutin the streets, abusin the land and log grooming the green
and the earthquakes rumbled and the gods rained down as the winds and the hurricanes blew from the sea
the buildings crumbled and the fires spread while the wild tornadoes uprooted the trees
SO MUCH HATE!..SO LITTLE LOVE!...is it the apocalypse we in the middle of?
will this world burn? freeze? or will it flood? shit i dunno i'm trying to stay afloat in
DANGER BAY
ooh ohh ohhhhh
(Don't wanna go back) (Don't wanna go back)
Welcome To Danger Bay
How will You survive through the fires and the winds of change?
Welcome To Danger Bay
you better change directions or count your blessings
Shit We Livin in Danger Bay!
ooh ohh ohhhhh
(Don't wanna go back) (Don't wanna go back)
yeah we livin in Danger Bay
Welcome To Danger Bay
How will You survive through the fires and the winds of change?
Welcome To Danger Bay
you better change directions or count your blessings
Stay Cool lyrics - Classified
[Intro:]
Ahhh, damn it's hot in here... but you know what?
[Refrain:]
I stay cool (yes I will)
I stay cool (oh yes I will)
I stay cool
[Verse 1:]
Yeah, I need to unwind and loosen up
Lay back and chill out
Cause I don't feel like doing much
I need to calm down, take a break
Kick back, relax, let the day just fade away
And yeah I guess it is the weekend
And my boy wants to club hop
But I can barely stay awake
I'll lay in bed, give me a hammock and a sandwich and I'm chilling
Plus I don't play the dating game
Nah I'm staying home playing crazy eights
Maybe blaze a J
Play some old Jay-Z tapes (uhh)
Or I can play a lil Babyface
Get my lady in the mood
And bang her with my babycakes
The world is running at a dangerous pace
To keep up we've got these Red Bulls and Gatorades
I'm trying to slow down and walk this amazing race
Oh life is such a crazy place
[Refrain]
[Hook:]
And when you're on your last nerve, stay cool
When the heat's on, chill
Under pressure, calm down, breathe to the beat
Stay cool under pressure
Chill when the heat's on
Calm down, breathe to the beat
[Verse 2:]
Now can you hear the calmness of my voice
The coolness of my flow
The relaxed attitude
When I choose to let it go
Everybody's too excited
Worried, getting amped up
Feeling like a prisoner
Handcuffed with their hands up (get em up)
Nah bring it down a bit
I like the energy
But in the right amount of it
I'm trying to stay cool and calm
When we're living in express mode
Trying to hustle hard
And turn our shack into the penthouse
Puddle to a lake, canoe into the love boat
Upgrade your life but without sunshine it's sunstroke
It's too hot and I realize Ì got a way to go
And all I need to get me there is water and a way to float
If you ain't happy broke, you won't be happy rich
Don't spend your whole life unhappy trying to capture it
Relax a bit, loosen up your suit and tie
And your collar quick before you call it quits
[Refrain]
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
And I don't need no stunner shades
I keep it cool like a rain shower
On a hot summer's day
Sweating in the running race
Push on (and on)
When it's hard for you to go on
Cause life's tough and life's fucked
And so on and so on
The bills don't stop, the rent's not paid
The baby's crying, mamma's yell
Another hot day and when you sweating
And you bought to blow ya top through the roof
Take a breath and breathe man don't lose your cool (I stay cool)
[Refrain]
[Hook]
Ahhh, damn it's hot in here... but you know what?
[Refrain:]
I stay cool (yes I will)
I stay cool (oh yes I will)
I stay cool
[Verse 1:]
Yeah, I need to unwind and loosen up
Lay back and chill out
Cause I don't feel like doing much
I need to calm down, take a break
Kick back, relax, let the day just fade away
And yeah I guess it is the weekend
And my boy wants to club hop
But I can barely stay awake
I'll lay in bed, give me a hammock and a sandwich and I'm chilling
Plus I don't play the dating game
Nah I'm staying home playing crazy eights
Maybe blaze a J
Play some old Jay-Z tapes (uhh)
Or I can play a lil Babyface
Get my lady in the mood
And bang her with my babycakes
The world is running at a dangerous pace
To keep up we've got these Red Bulls and Gatorades
I'm trying to slow down and walk this amazing race
Oh life is such a crazy place
[Refrain]
[Hook:]
And when you're on your last nerve, stay cool
When the heat's on, chill
Under pressure, calm down, breathe to the beat
Stay cool under pressure
Chill when the heat's on
Calm down, breathe to the beat
[Verse 2:]
Now can you hear the calmness of my voice
The coolness of my flow
The relaxed attitude
When I choose to let it go
Everybody's too excited
Worried, getting amped up
Feeling like a prisoner
Handcuffed with their hands up (get em up)
Nah bring it down a bit
I like the energy
But in the right amount of it
I'm trying to stay cool and calm
When we're living in express mode
Trying to hustle hard
And turn our shack into the penthouse
Puddle to a lake, canoe into the love boat
Upgrade your life but without sunshine it's sunstroke
It's too hot and I realize Ì got a way to go
And all I need to get me there is water and a way to float
If you ain't happy broke, you won't be happy rich
Don't spend your whole life unhappy trying to capture it
Relax a bit, loosen up your suit and tie
And your collar quick before you call it quits
[Refrain]
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
And I don't need no stunner shades
I keep it cool like a rain shower
On a hot summer's day
Sweating in the running race
Push on (and on)
When it's hard for you to go on
Cause life's tough and life's fucked
And so on and so on
The bills don't stop, the rent's not paid
The baby's crying, mamma's yell
Another hot day and when you sweating
And you bought to blow ya top through the roof
Take a breath and breathe man don't lose your cool (I stay cool)
[Refrain]
[Hook]
Passion lyrics - Classified
Classified! (Classified)
Where you at?! (Where you at)
I'm right here.
Can you feel that passion (can you feel that passion)
Uh
Can you feel that passion (can you feel that passion)
Uh
Yeah
Inside the place, with all the bass
With all all the bass
With all all the bass
Yeah
Inside the place, with all the bass (I feel like a rap star)
With all all the bass
With all all the bass
Yeah
I go to sleep, every night with a couple of girls (huh?!)
'Cause my daughters won't sleep in their own bed
Not what you think, I don't do it for the chicks, or the kicks
I'm a do it for myself, and my homestead.
Going hard, and I do it from afar
While I'm shooting for the stars, like a telescope lens.
I ain't talking 'bout rap, I'm talking 'bout where I'm at in my life,
Accelerate until the road ends.
(Keep it real) Used to be the sayin'
Now it's fake it and see who can make it, I'm just sayin'
My fan base changed, but my sounds still classic,
Show me anybody else this passionate
I'm a no cast, a blast from the past,
I'm pasty as hell, and my fashion is trash.
Ain't nobody matchin' the passion of Class
So I don't need your props, or the pats on the back
I'm good
[Chorus:]
Some get high, and some get low,
I give you my heart and soul
I give you passion, my passion
I give you my pa-pa-passion!
Some get high, and some get low,
I give you my heart and soul
I give you my everything
Until I lose control
And then I gotta let, GO!
Too the left then, too the right and,
Too the left then, too the right and...
I've never felt this way before (yeah)
I've never felt this way before
Uh
Yeah
Now every morning when I wake up, I wake up ahead
Aches and pains, I break the chains
Split personality, razor cane
And I don't get your reality, David Blaine.
You gotta go hard, or go home, feel the pressure
But every now and then, get away, go adventure
Drink that spiced rum, smoke 'til the nights done
But don't say where you got the advice from
Yeah, I'm a great role model, 'cause I don't quit shit,
I'm a sip the whole bottle
I'm so thirsty, I'm hungry, my belly keeps rumblin'
Tryin' to make something out of nothing.
The mix master, made it in the game,
Never had to dis rappers or had the it factor
I pull the plug on your misconception
And I ain't even talkin 'bout my skin complexion
[Chorus]
I had this kid ask me if I really write my rhymes (wa-WHAT?!)
I guess it's just a sign of the times.
Lemme check (one-two) Yeah these rhymes is mine
It's the life of the party kid, we wine and dine.
Get your hands to the sky, high, rise and shine
And keep your eyes wide open 'til the blinds recline
Half man and an animal, designed to grind
I'm a mix of Dude Love and Mankind combined (I'm a beast!)
And the passions, coming from the sunnn
Yeah, I'm the compulsive obsessive,
With a small touch of OC
Always on the go so, watch as we proceed
And I will never OD
But my flow leaves slow from my soul,
Like a nose bleed
No sleep late nights gettin crows feet,
I can't quit it man,
This passion controls me
[Chorus]
I never, I never...
Yeah
Inside the place, with all the bass
With all all the bass
With all all the bass
Where you at?! (Where you at)
I'm right here.
Can you feel that passion (can you feel that passion)
Uh
Can you feel that passion (can you feel that passion)
Uh
Yeah
Inside the place, with all the bass
With all all the bass
With all all the bass
Yeah
Inside the place, with all the bass (I feel like a rap star)
With all all the bass
With all all the bass
Yeah
I go to sleep, every night with a couple of girls (huh?!)
'Cause my daughters won't sleep in their own bed
Not what you think, I don't do it for the chicks, or the kicks
I'm a do it for myself, and my homestead.
Going hard, and I do it from afar
While I'm shooting for the stars, like a telescope lens.
I ain't talking 'bout rap, I'm talking 'bout where I'm at in my life,
Accelerate until the road ends.
(Keep it real) Used to be the sayin'
Now it's fake it and see who can make it, I'm just sayin'
My fan base changed, but my sounds still classic,
Show me anybody else this passionate
I'm a no cast, a blast from the past,
I'm pasty as hell, and my fashion is trash.
Ain't nobody matchin' the passion of Class
So I don't need your props, or the pats on the back
I'm good
[Chorus:]
Some get high, and some get low,
I give you my heart and soul
I give you passion, my passion
I give you my pa-pa-passion!
Some get high, and some get low,
I give you my heart and soul
I give you my everything
Until I lose control
And then I gotta let, GO!
Too the left then, too the right and,
Too the left then, too the right and...
I've never felt this way before (yeah)
I've never felt this way before
Uh
Yeah
Now every morning when I wake up, I wake up ahead
Aches and pains, I break the chains
Split personality, razor cane
And I don't get your reality, David Blaine.
You gotta go hard, or go home, feel the pressure
But every now and then, get away, go adventure
Drink that spiced rum, smoke 'til the nights done
But don't say where you got the advice from
Yeah, I'm a great role model, 'cause I don't quit shit,
I'm a sip the whole bottle
I'm so thirsty, I'm hungry, my belly keeps rumblin'
Tryin' to make something out of nothing.
The mix master, made it in the game,
Never had to dis rappers or had the it factor
I pull the plug on your misconception
And I ain't even talkin 'bout my skin complexion
[Chorus]
I had this kid ask me if I really write my rhymes (wa-WHAT?!)
I guess it's just a sign of the times.
Lemme check (one-two) Yeah these rhymes is mine
It's the life of the party kid, we wine and dine.
Get your hands to the sky, high, rise and shine
And keep your eyes wide open 'til the blinds recline
Half man and an animal, designed to grind
I'm a mix of Dude Love and Mankind combined (I'm a beast!)
And the passions, coming from the sunnn
Yeah, I'm the compulsive obsessive,
With a small touch of OC
Always on the go so, watch as we proceed
And I will never OD
But my flow leaves slow from my soul,
Like a nose bleed
No sleep late nights gettin crows feet,
I can't quit it man,
This passion controls me
[Chorus]
I never, I never...
Yeah
Inside the place, with all the bass
With all all the bass
With all all the bass
Maybe It's Just Me lyrics - Classified (feat. Brother Ali)
[Intro - Classified - talking]
Hey, let me spit something
Just give me that flute beat
Yeah, give me that one
Uh, yeah
[Verse 1 - Classified]
All I need's a flute beat and two sheets of loose leaf to move me
A two piece on Toony Tuesday and I'm groovy
Never needed much but papers and a few trees
To get the song flowin like the blue sea
Yeah I smoke doobies with groupies, whose breath smelled like blue cheese or sushi
Jeez, give me a few feet please
I could have these floozies naked like a nude beach
And I don't need to slip 'em any roofies (shit is too easy)
Huh, I ain't into cougars, Judge Judy
I'm truly unique, too young to "Love Lucy"
Raised on the Goonies and Bruce Lee movies
My defense is excellent, no one's gettin to me
I'm callin the shots, QB like Doug Flutie
I'm reckless, unruly, respect this you newbie
From the East coast, reppin Scotians and Newfies
I keep it fresh like the ocean and cool breeze
[Chorus - Brother Ali]
Maybe it's just me
I keep, movin this pen like it'll set me free
Best believe, I'm a flow on endlessly, let it be
I feel the love every breath I breathe, yes indeed
[Break - scratched samples - w/ ad libs]
"Give it to 'em, show you, it's hot"
"Watch ya blow up, block up your box"
"Wait-Wait-Wait to hear a slammin track"
"By popular demand, I'm back"
[Verse 2 - Classified]
Uh, now every shirt that's in my closet got vomit
Chocolate and baby food on it and none of it comes out when I wash it
So now you think I give a damn what I'm rockin?
I don't wear this Cincinnati hat 'cause I watch 'em
You don't need to worry what I do, what I think
when your girl gets around/a round like she just bought us drinks
You got your own problems, back to the basics
There's no touchin me like I just ejaculated
Nope, I don't say "no homo"
I don't need to reinsure myself like I crashed up the Volvo
I only like pussy, sorry to be blunt but I got to make it clear
When my tongue is in your - ear (ya ear)
I lock it down like Shawshank
I love writin rhymes but hate when I draw blanks
I feel like I'm repeatin myself, I'm overworked
And about to go berserk if I don't get this off my shoulders first
[Break - scratched samples - w/ ad libs]
"I think I ought to tell you, better get warned"
"Th-Th-There's no need for alarmin, 'cause right now"
"On the microphone"
"The elements are airborne, I smell the success"
"Get busy on 'em"
"And my word is bond"
"Th-Th-There's no need for alarmin, 'cause right now"
"On the microphone"
"What you need to do is smell the success"
[Verse 3 - Brother Ali]
You know me, I'm a '70's baby, yet '80's boy
I never had no love for the swings or playin with toys
I was on the mic doin my thing, just makin some noise
I don't need to read no magazine, I'm straight from The Source
You know I always had a dream, one day I'd step on
stage and the ladies all scream like David Lee Roth
Teenager in the '90's, things are changin all around me
You can hate me if you want but I escaped, you got to find me
Hit the Minneapol', I had my whole city baffled
Soon as they see you advancin, then they all want to attack you
Rhymesayers massive, we built us a little castle
Eyedea won every battle, we should've built him a statue
Every single week we slayed, anywhere we seen a stage
Even with the weak DJ, we rapped over every beat they played
Chewin 'em up, spittin 'em out, you never seen nobody this devout
We just want to spit and shout, they literally would kick us out
the spot, two o'clock when they closed off
We took it to the block, ears throbbin, our throats soar
Hit the bus stop because we still got to flow more
Frozen cold blocks, swear to God we were so raw, oh Lord
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Outro - scratched samples]
"Give it to 'em, show you, it's hot"
"Watch ya blow up, block up your box"
"Feelin satisfaction, from the crowd reaction"
Hey, let me spit something
Just give me that flute beat
Yeah, give me that one
Uh, yeah
[Verse 1 - Classified]
All I need's a flute beat and two sheets of loose leaf to move me
A two piece on Toony Tuesday and I'm groovy
Never needed much but papers and a few trees
To get the song flowin like the blue sea
Yeah I smoke doobies with groupies, whose breath smelled like blue cheese or sushi
Jeez, give me a few feet please
I could have these floozies naked like a nude beach
And I don't need to slip 'em any roofies (shit is too easy)
Huh, I ain't into cougars, Judge Judy
I'm truly unique, too young to "Love Lucy"
Raised on the Goonies and Bruce Lee movies
My defense is excellent, no one's gettin to me
I'm callin the shots, QB like Doug Flutie
I'm reckless, unruly, respect this you newbie
From the East coast, reppin Scotians and Newfies
I keep it fresh like the ocean and cool breeze
[Chorus - Brother Ali]
Maybe it's just me
I keep, movin this pen like it'll set me free
Best believe, I'm a flow on endlessly, let it be
I feel the love every breath I breathe, yes indeed
[Break - scratched samples - w/ ad libs]
"Give it to 'em, show you, it's hot"
"Watch ya blow up, block up your box"
"Wait-Wait-Wait to hear a slammin track"
"By popular demand, I'm back"
[Verse 2 - Classified]
Uh, now every shirt that's in my closet got vomit
Chocolate and baby food on it and none of it comes out when I wash it
So now you think I give a damn what I'm rockin?
I don't wear this Cincinnati hat 'cause I watch 'em
You don't need to worry what I do, what I think
when your girl gets around/a round like she just bought us drinks
You got your own problems, back to the basics
There's no touchin me like I just ejaculated
Nope, I don't say "no homo"
I don't need to reinsure myself like I crashed up the Volvo
I only like pussy, sorry to be blunt but I got to make it clear
When my tongue is in your - ear (ya ear)
I lock it down like Shawshank
I love writin rhymes but hate when I draw blanks
I feel like I'm repeatin myself, I'm overworked
And about to go berserk if I don't get this off my shoulders first
[Break - scratched samples - w/ ad libs]
"I think I ought to tell you, better get warned"
"Th-Th-There's no need for alarmin, 'cause right now"
"On the microphone"
"The elements are airborne, I smell the success"
"Get busy on 'em"
"And my word is bond"
"Th-Th-There's no need for alarmin, 'cause right now"
"On the microphone"
"What you need to do is smell the success"
[Verse 3 - Brother Ali]
You know me, I'm a '70's baby, yet '80's boy
I never had no love for the swings or playin with toys
I was on the mic doin my thing, just makin some noise
I don't need to read no magazine, I'm straight from The Source
You know I always had a dream, one day I'd step on
stage and the ladies all scream like David Lee Roth
Teenager in the '90's, things are changin all around me
You can hate me if you want but I escaped, you got to find me
Hit the Minneapol', I had my whole city baffled
Soon as they see you advancin, then they all want to attack you
Rhymesayers massive, we built us a little castle
Eyedea won every battle, we should've built him a statue
Every single week we slayed, anywhere we seen a stage
Even with the weak DJ, we rapped over every beat they played
Chewin 'em up, spittin 'em out, you never seen nobody this devout
We just want to spit and shout, they literally would kick us out
the spot, two o'clock when they closed off
We took it to the block, ears throbbin, our throats soar
Hit the bus stop because we still got to flow more
Frozen cold blocks, swear to God we were so raw, oh Lord
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Outro - scratched samples]
"Give it to 'em, show you, it's hot"
"Watch ya blow up, block up your box"
"Feelin satisfaction, from the crowd reaction"
Young Soul lyrics - Classified
[Intro:]
(Memories in the corner of my mind, flashbacks I was laughing all the time) [x3]
You're getting older. Glass is half full or half empty
[Verse 1:]
I turn the page on my calendar
Oh how the months fly
Another day passed, another sunrise
Another cloudy day feels like I'm out of shape
Worn down, out of place, choked up and tongue tied
The weather's getting colder
The furnace doesn't heat me it's harsh growing older
My grandmothers both passed
And the year before last, my grandfather never woke up from his nap
I used to hang around with my crew everyday
Now, we might have a drink like every other week
Life changes in a blink
Shit, my eyelids are sore
I still can't believe my aunt and uncle got divorced
Got me feeling nauseous
Too many times I almost lost it
Gotta stay responsible but I feel exhausted
And when my man Shane Jackson died
He had my eyes leaking like the kitchen faucet
I'm drained out
I wish I never had to grow up
The baggage is too heavy for anybody to hold up
I used to never have a care in the world
And it changed, and I thought am I prepared for this world?
I don't know
[Hook:]
Just let it go, let it go now
Just let it go, let it go now
And you will learn how to run
And you will always be
The one who found your way, young
The sun that made the day, young
And you will walk away
Number one, one, one, run, run...
[Verse 2:]
Every night we lay to rest
So every morning is a rebirth
I walked so many paths that my ankles and my feet hurt
I was always hands on, always wanted to be first
I'm glad I've grown strong and did my research
They try to tell me things get better with time
And every morning is a new day, open your blinds
I always think about the yesterdays
And the things I used to stress and be depressed about
I'm glad I axed 'em out
I'm glad I've grown
It's good to be alive
Enjoy it cause when the wind blows the years breeze by
These lines on my face and bags under my eyes
A proof that I've been living and experienced a life
I know I lost some old friends and my grandmothers' gone
But I made more new friends and my daughter was born
Everything I got excited about that grew old
I get more joy watching her experience unfold
I've seen it all
The fakeness, the greatness
I'm smarter, I'm sharper, I'm confident and patient
I'm more at peace and comfortable with my identity
A lot of shit I went through as a kid can stay a memory
Let it be
[Hook]
[Outro:]
(Memories in the corner of my mind, flashbacks I was laughing all the time) [x2]
I turn the page on my calendar
Oh how the months fly
Another day passed, another sunrise
Another cloudy day feels like I'm out of shape
Worn down, out of place, choked up and tongue tied
Just let it go, let it go now...
(Memories in the corner of my mind, flashbacks I was laughing all the time) [x3]
You're getting older. Glass is half full or half empty
[Verse 1:]
I turn the page on my calendar
Oh how the months fly
Another day passed, another sunrise
Another cloudy day feels like I'm out of shape
Worn down, out of place, choked up and tongue tied
The weather's getting colder
The furnace doesn't heat me it's harsh growing older
My grandmothers both passed
And the year before last, my grandfather never woke up from his nap
I used to hang around with my crew everyday
Now, we might have a drink like every other week
Life changes in a blink
Shit, my eyelids are sore
I still can't believe my aunt and uncle got divorced
Got me feeling nauseous
Too many times I almost lost it
Gotta stay responsible but I feel exhausted
And when my man Shane Jackson died
He had my eyes leaking like the kitchen faucet
I'm drained out
I wish I never had to grow up
The baggage is too heavy for anybody to hold up
I used to never have a care in the world
And it changed, and I thought am I prepared for this world?
I don't know
[Hook:]
Just let it go, let it go now
Just let it go, let it go now
And you will learn how to run
And you will always be
The one who found your way, young
The sun that made the day, young
And you will walk away
Number one, one, one, run, run...
[Verse 2:]
Every night we lay to rest
So every morning is a rebirth
I walked so many paths that my ankles and my feet hurt
I was always hands on, always wanted to be first
I'm glad I've grown strong and did my research
They try to tell me things get better with time
And every morning is a new day, open your blinds
I always think about the yesterdays
And the things I used to stress and be depressed about
I'm glad I axed 'em out
I'm glad I've grown
It's good to be alive
Enjoy it cause when the wind blows the years breeze by
These lines on my face and bags under my eyes
A proof that I've been living and experienced a life
I know I lost some old friends and my grandmothers' gone
But I made more new friends and my daughter was born
Everything I got excited about that grew old
I get more joy watching her experience unfold
I've seen it all
The fakeness, the greatness
I'm smarter, I'm sharper, I'm confident and patient
I'm more at peace and comfortable with my identity
A lot of shit I went through as a kid can stay a memory
Let it be
[Hook]
[Outro:]
(Memories in the corner of my mind, flashbacks I was laughing all the time) [x2]
I turn the page on my calendar
Oh how the months fly
Another day passed, another sunrise
Another cloudy day feels like I'm out of shape
Worn down, out of place, choked up and tongue tied
Just let it go, let it go now...
Run With Me lyrics - Classified
Back on my day shift, I got my tools and my lunch box
I'm on my grind, full time, but I never punch clocks
I'm more than muscles, not a dumb jock, no tough talk
But I could wipe you cum wads up with just one sock,
That's right.
Ok you said I never had a chance
But I keep proving that this shit is not an accident
Traffic jammed, I've had it man, smashing through like batter rams
Always stay connected like my data plan
I calm your nerves like Lorazepam
Magic man, mesmerizing like my lava lamp
But I could snap like elastic bands
And I can be a real prick like a cactus plant,
Now bring it back again
I got you flocking like the Vatican
Pack em'in, turn the music up and let me rattle em'
[Chorus: x2]
Run Run Run
Run for the hills and try
Try to run with me
Try to take a run at me
I, I run the beat
Still you wanna front on me
But I don't think so, no, I-I don't think so
If ya know what's good for ya, then put your mic down
Ya keep on swimming with the sharks then you might drown
I know you talk a lot of shit you need to pipe down
And I mean right now
And if you know what's good for ya better watch ya mouth
Cause you don't know what you talkin bout.
Eh yo, my parents always told me you can't recycle garbage
But as an artist you proving that's far fetched
And you the hardest... to listen to, trash man
So say good bye to your career jazz hands
Yea, I'm a titty and an ass man
At the cheapest strip club getting a lap dance
Masked man, boner in my track pants
Disappearing in the dark night like I'm batman
Back to my cave in the early morn
Looking run down like those chicks off of Jersey Shore
Dog tired, body all hurt and sore
Please have mercy lord, pick me off the dirty floor
And pick a path we gone run till we collapse
Get the people on their feet and get the haters off their ass
[Chorus:]
Run Run Run
Run for the hills and try
Try to run with me
Try to take a run at me
I, I run the beat
Still you wanna front on me
But I don't think so, no, I-I don't think so
Now don't be mad at my cocky behavior
Or the bragging and boasting it's my competitive nature
I'm an mc
I'm suppose to act like I'm the illest
And I know I ain't the best but I'm comfortable where my skill is
And that makes me the realest be honest, plus
No ones fucking with my catalog of concepts
When it comes to live shows and beats, I'm the complete
Package
Ready for some action now dig in get some traction and
[Chorus: x2]
Run Run Run
Run for the hills and try
Try to run with me
Try to take a run at me
I, I run the beat
Still you wanna front on me
But I don't think so, no, I-I don't think so
If ya know what's good for ya, then put your mic down
Ya keep on swimming with the sharks then you might down
I know you talk a lot of shit you need to pipe down
And I mean right now
And if you know what's good for ya better watch ya mouth
Cause you don't know what you talkin bout.
I'm on my grind, full time, but I never punch clocks
I'm more than muscles, not a dumb jock, no tough talk
But I could wipe you cum wads up with just one sock,
That's right.
Ok you said I never had a chance
But I keep proving that this shit is not an accident
Traffic jammed, I've had it man, smashing through like batter rams
Always stay connected like my data plan
I calm your nerves like Lorazepam
Magic man, mesmerizing like my lava lamp
But I could snap like elastic bands
And I can be a real prick like a cactus plant,
Now bring it back again
I got you flocking like the Vatican
Pack em'in, turn the music up and let me rattle em'
[Chorus: x2]
Run Run Run
Run for the hills and try
Try to run with me
Try to take a run at me
I, I run the beat
Still you wanna front on me
But I don't think so, no, I-I don't think so
If ya know what's good for ya, then put your mic down
Ya keep on swimming with the sharks then you might drown
I know you talk a lot of shit you need to pipe down
And I mean right now
And if you know what's good for ya better watch ya mouth
Cause you don't know what you talkin bout.
Eh yo, my parents always told me you can't recycle garbage
But as an artist you proving that's far fetched
And you the hardest... to listen to, trash man
So say good bye to your career jazz hands
Yea, I'm a titty and an ass man
At the cheapest strip club getting a lap dance
Masked man, boner in my track pants
Disappearing in the dark night like I'm batman
Back to my cave in the early morn
Looking run down like those chicks off of Jersey Shore
Dog tired, body all hurt and sore
Please have mercy lord, pick me off the dirty floor
And pick a path we gone run till we collapse
Get the people on their feet and get the haters off their ass
[Chorus:]
Run Run Run
Run for the hills and try
Try to run with me
Try to take a run at me
I, I run the beat
Still you wanna front on me
But I don't think so, no, I-I don't think so
Now don't be mad at my cocky behavior
Or the bragging and boasting it's my competitive nature
I'm an mc
I'm suppose to act like I'm the illest
And I know I ain't the best but I'm comfortable where my skill is
And that makes me the realest be honest, plus
No ones fucking with my catalog of concepts
When it comes to live shows and beats, I'm the complete
Package
Ready for some action now dig in get some traction and
[Chorus: x2]
Run Run Run
Run for the hills and try
Try to run with me
Try to take a run at me
I, I run the beat
Still you wanna front on me
But I don't think so, no, I-I don't think so
If ya know what's good for ya, then put your mic down
Ya keep on swimming with the sharks then you might down
I know you talk a lot of shit you need to pipe down
And I mean right now
And if you know what's good for ya better watch ya mouth
Cause you don't know what you talkin bout.
The Day Doesn't Die lyrics - Classified
This day doesn't die til... [x9]
Forgive. Forget. That's a lesson that we haven't learned yet.
We try. We cry. But a day doesn't die til the sun is set.
Uh, yeah, night falls, days come and go
No retreat, stubborn, played the role,
Held a grudge, seen it takes it's toll
I guess it proves I still got a way to go
Got to stop being so hard headed and hard nosed
And get rid of the excess cargo, you know
Lighten up my carload cause I keep veeren on back down to her road
Uh [?] I've been lied to and cheated on
I've been shit talked, beat down, treated wrong,
And I won't forgive or forget
But I don't want to live with regret
And so I hope I can let go, move on,
Try to forgive anybody who did Luke wrong
Yeah, right I can hold hope, hoping it'll do but I don't think I got the will to
Forgive. Forget. That's a lesson that we haven't learned yet.
We try. We cry. But a day doesn't die til the sun is set.
He goes, balls to the walls till I drop
Love what I am, hate what I'm not
I no longer talk or text message
Any exgirlfriends or these exbestfriends.
Who left me stress and this neck tension
And who never paid any dues but expect pension
So that's what the friendship is suspended
And if you thought I'd forget guess again.
I don't have it in me. I don't have the discipline
Eye for an eye, the adreneline is kicking in
Burn me once then it's shame on you
If I let it happen twice than it's shame on me
Okay, I get it, this is part of the vicious
Cycle we live in so I'm forgivin
Still gittin heated with anyone who burns us
Dwell in a grudge but I'm still tryin' to learn to
Forgive. Forget. That's a lesson that we haven't learned yet.
We try. We cry. But a day doesn't die til the sun is set.
The day doesn't die... [x5]
Sometimes I think I'm a rebel
But I'm trying to be the bigger man and never sink to your level
I try to stay subtle in all my neighbours drama
They're tellin the police that I'm growing marajuana
Thanks. Ya lyin' punk bitch ass wipe
Pricks come and go every day that's life
And truth be told many other episodes occurred
But you ain't worth my time for a full verse
Shit, I'd forgive, but I never will
Forget. Forget. That's a lesson that we haven't learned yet.
We try. We cry. But a day doesn't die til the sun is set.
Forgive. Forget. That's a lesson that we haven't learned yet.
We try. We cry. But a day doesn't die til the sun is set.
Forgive. Forget. That's a lesson that we haven't learned yet.
We try. We cry. But a day doesn't die til the sun is set.
Uh, yeah, night falls, days come and go
No retreat, stubborn, played the role,
Held a grudge, seen it takes it's toll
I guess it proves I still got a way to go
Got to stop being so hard headed and hard nosed
And get rid of the excess cargo, you know
Lighten up my carload cause I keep veeren on back down to her road
Uh [?] I've been lied to and cheated on
I've been shit talked, beat down, treated wrong,
And I won't forgive or forget
But I don't want to live with regret
And so I hope I can let go, move on,
Try to forgive anybody who did Luke wrong
Yeah, right I can hold hope, hoping it'll do but I don't think I got the will to
Forgive. Forget. That's a lesson that we haven't learned yet.
We try. We cry. But a day doesn't die til the sun is set.
He goes, balls to the walls till I drop
Love what I am, hate what I'm not
I no longer talk or text message
Any exgirlfriends or these exbestfriends.
Who left me stress and this neck tension
And who never paid any dues but expect pension
So that's what the friendship is suspended
And if you thought I'd forget guess again.
I don't have it in me. I don't have the discipline
Eye for an eye, the adreneline is kicking in
Burn me once then it's shame on you
If I let it happen twice than it's shame on me
Okay, I get it, this is part of the vicious
Cycle we live in so I'm forgivin
Still gittin heated with anyone who burns us
Dwell in a grudge but I'm still tryin' to learn to
Forgive. Forget. That's a lesson that we haven't learned yet.
We try. We cry. But a day doesn't die til the sun is set.
The day doesn't die... [x5]
Sometimes I think I'm a rebel
But I'm trying to be the bigger man and never sink to your level
I try to stay subtle in all my neighbours drama
They're tellin the police that I'm growing marajuana
Thanks. Ya lyin' punk bitch ass wipe
Pricks come and go every day that's life
And truth be told many other episodes occurred
But you ain't worth my time for a full verse
Shit, I'd forgive, but I never will
Forget. Forget. That's a lesson that we haven't learned yet.
We try. We cry. But a day doesn't die til the sun is set.
Forgive. Forget. That's a lesson that we haven't learned yet.
We try. We cry. But a day doesn't die til the sun is set.
They Don't Know lyrics - Classified (feat. Mic Boyd & White Mic)
(They don't know)
I got these kids in my face like
Now that you found success, what does it taste like
(They don't know)
Honestly it doesn't taste ripe
All of this strife doesn't justify the pay hike
(They don't know)
You really think you figured me out?
I built this up from nothing in my tree house
A kid from the sticks done good
You should be proud but you continually doubt
(They don't know)
We've seen it all before
The young, broke artist finally getting his reward
And the fans he first had were the hardest of hardcore
Now they want to say he's loosing touch with the art form
(They don't know)
They said he changed too much and the other half said he hasn't changed enough
I'm doing me; all my bullshit growing as a man
Take a walk in my shoes and I'm sure you'd understand
[Chorus:]
(They don't know)
Use your mind we're all one of a kind man
(They don't know)
No they don't know nothing, but they gotta stay something
(And they don't know) Why I write, what I'm doing with my life
(And they don't know for they come and they go)
[Mike Boyd:]
You got some nerve
Trying to sum me up with one word
I know some people don't concur
But it's time to come out from that rock that you've been hiding under
(They don't know)
I'm from the land of hateful words and racial slurs
Plus I love hip-hop so it makes it worse
Wasn't sure how to take it at first
Til I realized that the mistake was theirs
I never changed my accent to be down with rap and
Never started acting like I'd pop a cap in your asses
I was just a hip-hop addict, that's all, that's it.
It still makes me sick
To see these racist hicks
Droppin' N bombs like it's still the days of the slave ships
That ignorance still leaves me in amazement
I'm ashamed to share the same skin
[White Mic:]
(And they don't know) what it's like for Mike
In my life, I thought I'd see my name in lights
But (they don't' know) what this game is like
Shot for the stars but I didn't aim it right
I tried to stay in flight
I crave the mic but I don't know what to say at times
Day and night I sit and think about a way to rhyme
With a wooden pencil that doesn't make a flame ignite
(And they don't know) how it feels to fall
When you got no plan B at all
And when I'm seen on the scene people ask how is he involved?
If I wasn't was I ever real dog?
I don't need an album completed
I just getting weeded and spitting
And people peep it and listen
And think that I need an opinion
But if you got one, keep it, secret
I got these kids in my face like
Now that you found success, what does it taste like
(They don't know)
Honestly it doesn't taste ripe
All of this strife doesn't justify the pay hike
(They don't know)
You really think you figured me out?
I built this up from nothing in my tree house
A kid from the sticks done good
You should be proud but you continually doubt
(They don't know)
We've seen it all before
The young, broke artist finally getting his reward
And the fans he first had were the hardest of hardcore
Now they want to say he's loosing touch with the art form
(They don't know)
They said he changed too much and the other half said he hasn't changed enough
I'm doing me; all my bullshit growing as a man
Take a walk in my shoes and I'm sure you'd understand
[Chorus:]
(They don't know)
Use your mind we're all one of a kind man
(They don't know)
No they don't know nothing, but they gotta stay something
(And they don't know) Why I write, what I'm doing with my life
(And they don't know for they come and they go)
[Mike Boyd:]
You got some nerve
Trying to sum me up with one word
I know some people don't concur
But it's time to come out from that rock that you've been hiding under
(They don't know)
I'm from the land of hateful words and racial slurs
Plus I love hip-hop so it makes it worse
Wasn't sure how to take it at first
Til I realized that the mistake was theirs
I never changed my accent to be down with rap and
Never started acting like I'd pop a cap in your asses
I was just a hip-hop addict, that's all, that's it.
It still makes me sick
To see these racist hicks
Droppin' N bombs like it's still the days of the slave ships
That ignorance still leaves me in amazement
I'm ashamed to share the same skin
[White Mic:]
(And they don't know) what it's like for Mike
In my life, I thought I'd see my name in lights
But (they don't' know) what this game is like
Shot for the stars but I didn't aim it right
I tried to stay in flight
I crave the mic but I don't know what to say at times
Day and night I sit and think about a way to rhyme
With a wooden pencil that doesn't make a flame ignite
(And they don't know) how it feels to fall
When you got no plan B at all
And when I'm seen on the scene people ask how is he involved?
If I wasn't was I ever real dog?
I don't need an album completed
I just getting weeded and spitting
And people peep it and listen
And think that I need an opinion
But if you got one, keep it, secret
Step It Up lyrics - Classified
[Intro - Classified - talking]
Uh
Yeah
Nowadays, everybody's always askin me
"Yo Class, what can I do to make it in this music game, man?"
[Chorus - Classified]
(Step 1), get your flow, come out of your shell
(Step 2), learn the game and study it well
(Step 3), go for self, not anyone else
(Step 4), if you wanna be heard (you gotta yell!)
If you wanna make it in the music business
I wrote a couple steps that you all could follow
Gather all around, sit down and listen
And when it's time to go in, kid go all out
[Verse 1 - Classified]
Uh, yeah, a lot of people be hittin me up
Tryin to get into the game and mixin it up
Like, I got a name and I'm livin it up
Don't think I'm livin it up but I guess I'm gettin my cut
(Step 1), always stay faithful
And try to bring somethin new to the table
The game's tough and the world can be hateful
Prepare yourself 'cause that hate might break you
Look, a label won't make you
Just startin off? Don't worry about sendin in your demo
Shit nowadays ain't nobody mail demos anyway
Gotta learn, value every penny saved
(Step 2), make your music timeless
'Cause that'll live on after you gone in silence
Never run out of gas like drivin a Hybrid
You in for the long haul, so mind your mileage
Now to make a record takes real talent
But after that's when you face a real challenge
That's when you see who's got the heart and the valence
And honestly, it's hard to find the right balance
You follow me? Good, now the record is done
And the pressure is on and the lessons to come
Now we separate one from the rest of the bunch
The test has begun (the test has begun)
[Chorus - Classified]
(Step 1), get your flow, come out of your shell
(Step 2), learn the game and study it well
(Step 3), go for self, not anyone else
(Step 4), and if you wanna be heard (you gotta yell!)
If you wanna make it in the music business (yeah)
I wrote a couple steps that you all could follow (ha)
Gather all around, sit down and listen (uh)
And when it's time to go in (yeah), kid go all out
[Verse 2 - Classified]
Alright team, let's huddle in it
We gotta build our own buzz, the hustle begins
I know you write rhymes but can you draw crowds?
That's the key to success, so don't get locked out
You gotta draw hype, everything is fair play
Hit the blog sites, the streets and the airplay
Avoid the negativity, any haters and low lifes
And oh right, get your live show tight
(Step 3), always step up your performance
Nothin more important than doin shows and tourin
Hit the open mics, hit your local promoters
Who are puttin on shows and need a couple local openers
Be the engineer and the manager
And the record label and the janitor
Be a pro in this whole pro-cess
The promoter, the producer and you may progress
(Step 4), and when the real work's done
You know what they say "if you build it, they will come"
The labels come callin but the tables have spun
Now you got the under hand, you can take what you want
You think sellin records, is gonna make you income?
What I make in sales, I make in three shows and then some
Remember this, anyone can sell your music
But they can't sell your live show unless you're gonna do it
You can take this for whatever it's worth, my word
But there's no guarantees it's gonna work for sure
[Chorus - Classified]
(Step 1), don't believe all the shit they say
(Step 2), the industry is a shady place
(Step 3), and everybody is out for self
(Step 4), so if you wanna be heard (you gotta yell!)
If you wanna make it in the music business (yeah)
I wrote a couple steps that you all could follow (ha)
Gather all around, sit down and listen (uh)
And when it's time to go in, kid go all out
[Outro - Sample]
It's a game, at times unrealistic
But a game all the same
Somebody wins and somebody loses
It all depends on whoever chooses
To take it most seriously [fades out]
Uh
Yeah
Nowadays, everybody's always askin me
"Yo Class, what can I do to make it in this music game, man?"
[Chorus - Classified]
(Step 1), get your flow, come out of your shell
(Step 2), learn the game and study it well
(Step 3), go for self, not anyone else
(Step 4), if you wanna be heard (you gotta yell!)
If you wanna make it in the music business
I wrote a couple steps that you all could follow
Gather all around, sit down and listen
And when it's time to go in, kid go all out
[Verse 1 - Classified]
Uh, yeah, a lot of people be hittin me up
Tryin to get into the game and mixin it up
Like, I got a name and I'm livin it up
Don't think I'm livin it up but I guess I'm gettin my cut
(Step 1), always stay faithful
And try to bring somethin new to the table
The game's tough and the world can be hateful
Prepare yourself 'cause that hate might break you
Look, a label won't make you
Just startin off? Don't worry about sendin in your demo
Shit nowadays ain't nobody mail demos anyway
Gotta learn, value every penny saved
(Step 2), make your music timeless
'Cause that'll live on after you gone in silence
Never run out of gas like drivin a Hybrid
You in for the long haul, so mind your mileage
Now to make a record takes real talent
But after that's when you face a real challenge
That's when you see who's got the heart and the valence
And honestly, it's hard to find the right balance
You follow me? Good, now the record is done
And the pressure is on and the lessons to come
Now we separate one from the rest of the bunch
The test has begun (the test has begun)
[Chorus - Classified]
(Step 1), get your flow, come out of your shell
(Step 2), learn the game and study it well
(Step 3), go for self, not anyone else
(Step 4), and if you wanna be heard (you gotta yell!)
If you wanna make it in the music business (yeah)
I wrote a couple steps that you all could follow (ha)
Gather all around, sit down and listen (uh)
And when it's time to go in (yeah), kid go all out
[Verse 2 - Classified]
Alright team, let's huddle in it
We gotta build our own buzz, the hustle begins
I know you write rhymes but can you draw crowds?
That's the key to success, so don't get locked out
You gotta draw hype, everything is fair play
Hit the blog sites, the streets and the airplay
Avoid the negativity, any haters and low lifes
And oh right, get your live show tight
(Step 3), always step up your performance
Nothin more important than doin shows and tourin
Hit the open mics, hit your local promoters
Who are puttin on shows and need a couple local openers
Be the engineer and the manager
And the record label and the janitor
Be a pro in this whole pro-cess
The promoter, the producer and you may progress
(Step 4), and when the real work's done
You know what they say "if you build it, they will come"
The labels come callin but the tables have spun
Now you got the under hand, you can take what you want
You think sellin records, is gonna make you income?
What I make in sales, I make in three shows and then some
Remember this, anyone can sell your music
But they can't sell your live show unless you're gonna do it
You can take this for whatever it's worth, my word
But there's no guarantees it's gonna work for sure
[Chorus - Classified]
(Step 1), don't believe all the shit they say
(Step 2), the industry is a shady place
(Step 3), and everybody is out for self
(Step 4), so if you wanna be heard (you gotta yell!)
If you wanna make it in the music business (yeah)
I wrote a couple steps that you all could follow (ha)
Gather all around, sit down and listen (uh)
And when it's time to go in, kid go all out
[Outro - Sample]
It's a game, at times unrealistic
But a game all the same
Somebody wins and somebody loses
It all depends on whoever chooses
To take it most seriously [fades out]
Desensitized lyrics - Classified
[Intro]
To fully enjoy this recording do not, I repeat do not,
Listen to it on your laptop, cellphone, or any place without bass
[Chorus]
I need to here that (boom, boom) Turn it up
(boom, boom) Turn it up
(boom, boom) yeeaaa, I need to here that
(boom, boom) Turn it up
(boom, boom) Turn it up
[Verse 1]
I've been desensitized, Ive been exposed to the truth and
The lies, reality's part of our demise, look to the sky hands up
Like waah my eyes keep burning as I watch time fly,
Everyday growing up was so sci fi, nothin seemed real now I say bye bye
To the dreams and the fairy tales damn I tried, wish I paid no mind
Oh Oh my my, my lord, my god, I am a little odd, I am off the wall
Old school, yes sir, used to get exited seeing girls in there bra,
Now I'm still soft till I get em out there drawers, awhh, back then I never saw
Any imperfections or flaws on these broads, naah, I feel spoiled gotta pause
Slow down I think I've seen it all I've been desensitized
[Chorus]
I need something I can feel, everything around me used to overwhelm me
Think I've seen it all need to find another grail, everything I see
I gotta feel to believe, I'm desensitized
I've been at the same club way to long (yea),
And I dunno what drink I'm on
1,2,3 shots 4
Doesn't really hit me no more
I've been at the same,
I've been, I've been at the same club way, way to long
And I dunno what drink I'm on
Yea, yea, but drink on, drink on, but drink on, drink on
Drink oooonnnnnn
[Verse 2]
I need to be re-energized, back to the basics
No beginners guide, from my inner child
Never needed internet, no Wi-Fi
I've seen enough porn keep that window minimized
When I was a young guy I would chase your daughter
Never had no honour, cept when I was on her
Now I'm in the real world, dealin with the monsters
Going international, Canada's conquered
Man someone turn the T.V. down
Shit so real, stereo, ace deuce around
I've seen the movies, T.V.s and news clips
Never killed a man, but I know how to do it
It takes a whole lot to shock me now
I've been through the deep waters and the rocky grounds
Now I need the enticement and in need of enlightment
Guess I'm overlooking the excitement, I'm desensitized
[Chorus]
I need something I can feel, everything around me used to overwhelm me
Think I've seen it all need to find another grail, everything I see
I gotta feel to believe, I'm desensitized
I've been at the same club way to long (yea),
And I dunno what drink I'm on
1,2,3 shots 4
Doesn't really hit me no more
I need to here that (boom, boom) Turn it up
(boom, boom) Turn it up
(boom, boom) yeeaaa, I need to here that
(boom, boom) Turn it up
(boom, boom) Turn it up
(Turn it up) uh, yea
[Verse 3]
Now if theres one thing I love about being classified
Its, getting free shit and not having to buy it
I'm getting used to the smiles and the kindness
Never though I would fit in this environment
Back then I was my own worst enemy
Now I'm getting used to this life, a celebrity
Used to have a hard time handling the spotlight
But now I'm numb to it all like frost bite
So repetitive, I feel like I've been injected with
The anaesthetic now it's slowly setting in
I'm drifting off and I wanna rest my eyes
cause now a days nothings a suprise, I'm desensitized
[Chorus]
I need something I can feel, everything around me used to overwhelm me
Think I've seen it all need to find another grail, everything I see
I gotta feel to believe, I'm desensitized
I've been at the same club way to long (yea),
And I dunno what drink I'm on
1,2,3 shots 4
Doesn't really hit me no more
I've been at the same,
I've been, I've been at the same club way, way to long
And I dunno what drink I'm on
Yea, yea, but drink on, drink on, but drink on, drink on
Drink oooonnnnnn
The Hangover lyrics - Classified (feat. Kayo & Jim Cuddy)
[Kayo]
Yeah
I'd like to purpose a toast..
Uh
Dark rum, chased by bad dreams
Intoxicate my soul for these goals and mad schemes
I'm.. alright, it's gon' be a hell of a night again
I'm jus' tryin'a write again 'bout things that are right within
Man, this the life, i don't ever want this night to end
Who am i kidding? I just do this to excite my friends..
See my music's like a voice for my sins,
for my redemption, I'm like fuck it and just.. binge
'cause life's like the best nights and the worst days
Frequent fights 'cause you missed your wifes birthday
Lose friends but gain many acquaintances,
fake as shit, and always up in ya face with it,
but I ain't even see it
Dawg, I'm in that zone
They keep tellin' me, "man, just leave that shit alone"
But naw, dread, see life's a celebration...
I need that hangover, that's when the pain's over, so..
fuck sober
[Chorus]
[Classified]
I don't wanna deal with the hangover,
I guess I gotta deal with the hangover,
[Jim Cuddy]
I've got the sweetest hangover,
I don't want to get over..
I don't want to get over..
[Classified]
Now on the road to life,
I mean life on the road..
It's hard to wake up every morning and get on the go
but vamanos, get up!
I love the job I chose
We party every night, maybe that's the wrong approach..
but what do I know?
I just know my body's sore,
my head's splittin',
and my driver's at the lobby doors
My crew's waitin' for me, tonight's another town
I just gotta get some rest before I shut it down
Pick it up, show time
Tonight I'll take it easy,
'til I realize how many people came to see me
Don't wanna slack or perform half-ass,
I rock every show like this could be the last Class.. act
and it's hard to party without drinkin',
give me just one,
but I ain't a social drinker, when I start I usually get drunk
Guess I'm goin' all night, continuin' the trend
Then I'll wake up next morning and I'll do it all again
This hangover is settin' in, and...
[Chorus]
[Classified]
I don't wanna deal with the hangover,
I guess I gotta deal with the hangover,
[Jim Cuddy]
I've got the sweetest hangover,
I don't want to get over..
I don't want to get over..
Yeah
I'd like to purpose a toast..
Uh
Dark rum, chased by bad dreams
Intoxicate my soul for these goals and mad schemes
I'm.. alright, it's gon' be a hell of a night again
I'm jus' tryin'a write again 'bout things that are right within
Man, this the life, i don't ever want this night to end
Who am i kidding? I just do this to excite my friends..
See my music's like a voice for my sins,
for my redemption, I'm like fuck it and just.. binge
'cause life's like the best nights and the worst days
Frequent fights 'cause you missed your wifes birthday
Lose friends but gain many acquaintances,
fake as shit, and always up in ya face with it,
but I ain't even see it
Dawg, I'm in that zone
They keep tellin' me, "man, just leave that shit alone"
But naw, dread, see life's a celebration...
I need that hangover, that's when the pain's over, so..
fuck sober
[Chorus]
[Classified]
I don't wanna deal with the hangover,
I guess I gotta deal with the hangover,
[Jim Cuddy]
I've got the sweetest hangover,
I don't want to get over..
I don't want to get over..
[Classified]
Now on the road to life,
I mean life on the road..
It's hard to wake up every morning and get on the go
but vamanos, get up!
I love the job I chose
We party every night, maybe that's the wrong approach..
but what do I know?
I just know my body's sore,
my head's splittin',
and my driver's at the lobby doors
My crew's waitin' for me, tonight's another town
I just gotta get some rest before I shut it down
Pick it up, show time
Tonight I'll take it easy,
'til I realize how many people came to see me
Don't wanna slack or perform half-ass,
I rock every show like this could be the last Class.. act
and it's hard to party without drinkin',
give me just one,
but I ain't a social drinker, when I start I usually get drunk
Guess I'm goin' all night, continuin' the trend
Then I'll wake up next morning and I'll do it all again
This hangover is settin' in, and...
[Chorus]
[Classified]
I don't wanna deal with the hangover,
I guess I gotta deal with the hangover,
[Jim Cuddy]
I've got the sweetest hangover,
I don't want to get over..
I don't want to get over..
Self Explanatory lyrics - Classified
[Chorus 1: Scratched Samples - w/ ad libs]
"We be goin, goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down"
"I'm a give it, as far as you can take-take it"
"Class"
"Throughout the east, south, west and the north"
"We be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down"
"I'm a give it, as far as you can take-take-take it"
"Class"
"Once again"
[Verse 1: Classified]
Yeah, uh, they call me Class - The MC, refresh the memory
Hands in the sky, with the crowd to a frenzy
Whether it's empty or packed like Wembley
I got a track record athletes would envy
No need for jewels or a Bentley
I'm fresher than Dentyne on a ten speed, shoppin at Frenchie's (Class)
I guess you could say I've been green
Since this hemp weed, hope then condemn me
I don't want to be a God damn rock star
All strung out and beaten down like a stock car
I'll agree I'm a bit of a pessimist
Mad scientist mixed with a perfectionist
I find this rap shit acts therapeutically
Without the hourly rate to abuse a beat
And true indeed, do whatever so beautifully
Ever since puberty but never was musically (Class)
They said I was goin nowhere
But look I'm now here and ain't goin nowhere
Fingers in the crates, still diggin for the breaks
In the flesh, fresh is what I'm bringin to the plate (yes)
[Chorus 2: Scratched Samples - w/ ad libs]
"Goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down"
"I'm a give it, as far as you can take it"
"Get ya head right"
"Class"
"Throughout the east, south, west and the north"
"We be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down"
"I'm a give it, as far as you can take-take-take it"
"Class"
"Once again"
"Self-self-self explanatory"
[Verse 2: Classified]
Aiyyo, my head held high as I get in position
Real MC, I fit the description
What I'm spittin out needs no encryption
I am conditioned to vibe to the rhythm
I've been sittin in the back with my eyes on the prize
High, tryin to visualize
A game with no strains, stress, no pain
Got me pullin out my hair, yes, pass the Rogaine (Class)
Push wigs back like Davy Crockett
So touch up your front line like Jamie Foxx did
Shit I'm a problem, honorably honest
But all this braggin and talk is exhaustin (uh)
I've had it, rappers always rappin how good they rap
Now what the fuck is the good of that?
I know, you kill the beat like no one else
But me literally the rhyme speak for itself
I never ran to the States tryin to get signed
For me it was never +Get Rich Or Die Tryin'+
Broke tradition and made 'em go the distance
Signed, sealed, delivered but on my own conditions
[Chorus 2]
[Outro: Classified - talking]
And if you don't think I'm the coolest dude, well that's cool too
'Cause what's cool to you, ain't cool to me
And what's cool to me, ain't cool to you
Yeah, Class is in session but school is through
Peace [echo]
"We be goin, goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down"
"I'm a give it, as far as you can take-take it"
"Class"
"Throughout the east, south, west and the north"
"We be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down"
"I'm a give it, as far as you can take-take-take it"
"Class"
"Once again"
[Verse 1: Classified]
Yeah, uh, they call me Class - The MC, refresh the memory
Hands in the sky, with the crowd to a frenzy
Whether it's empty or packed like Wembley
I got a track record athletes would envy
No need for jewels or a Bentley
I'm fresher than Dentyne on a ten speed, shoppin at Frenchie's (Class)
I guess you could say I've been green
Since this hemp weed, hope then condemn me
I don't want to be a God damn rock star
All strung out and beaten down like a stock car
I'll agree I'm a bit of a pessimist
Mad scientist mixed with a perfectionist
I find this rap shit acts therapeutically
Without the hourly rate to abuse a beat
And true indeed, do whatever so beautifully
Ever since puberty but never was musically (Class)
They said I was goin nowhere
But look I'm now here and ain't goin nowhere
Fingers in the crates, still diggin for the breaks
In the flesh, fresh is what I'm bringin to the plate (yes)
[Chorus 2: Scratched Samples - w/ ad libs]
"Goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down"
"I'm a give it, as far as you can take it"
"Get ya head right"
"Class"
"Throughout the east, south, west and the north"
"We be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down"
"I'm a give it, as far as you can take-take-take it"
"Class"
"Once again"
"Self-self-self explanatory"
[Verse 2: Classified]
Aiyyo, my head held high as I get in position
Real MC, I fit the description
What I'm spittin out needs no encryption
I am conditioned to vibe to the rhythm
I've been sittin in the back with my eyes on the prize
High, tryin to visualize
A game with no strains, stress, no pain
Got me pullin out my hair, yes, pass the Rogaine (Class)
Push wigs back like Davy Crockett
So touch up your front line like Jamie Foxx did
Shit I'm a problem, honorably honest
But all this braggin and talk is exhaustin (uh)
I've had it, rappers always rappin how good they rap
Now what the fuck is the good of that?
I know, you kill the beat like no one else
But me literally the rhyme speak for itself
I never ran to the States tryin to get signed
For me it was never +Get Rich Or Die Tryin'+
Broke tradition and made 'em go the distance
Signed, sealed, delivered but on my own conditions
[Chorus 2]
[Outro: Classified - talking]
And if you don't think I'm the coolest dude, well that's cool too
'Cause what's cool to you, ain't cool to me
And what's cool to me, ain't cool to you
Yeah, Class is in session but school is through
Peace [echo]
Get Out The Way lyrics - Classified
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
[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)
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