[Verse 1 - Classified] Now when I speak truth (yeah), I get labeled as a asshole Say what I see, talk what Class knows Everybody wanna sit on the plateau Never grow up, stay young and act out Never back out, don't make assumptions Tracks hit and I still spit substance Yes y'all, straight killin the public Over the top with next to no budget Kid's tight but gotta stay focused Rip mics, ripped off by promoters Handle my bus' (okay), keep hands clean I roll with a crew but I'm a one man team (and) Doesn't matter if you think I'm hot or not Just keep talkin 'bout me at the Barber Shop No names drop, that gained you props Don't be jealous, someday my reign'll stop But until then I'm still gonna do this (yeah) Without music, I'm basically useless (what?) Stand here for another ten years With a mic in my hand and a beat in my ear
[Chorus] Now let me make myself clear (okay), been only here for a minute Need to get this off of my mind, just let me handle my business (yes) I'm takin it one at a time (ha), I've just begun so man listen So listen (listen), so listen (listen), so listen (listen), listen (listen, listen)
[Verse 2 - Classified] Never fall off, Class still spit it Freestyle for hours, end you in minutes (ha) Talk trash, kid I ain't kiddin Ain't a funny guy but I leave you in stitches And I'm a say it, MCs are bitches Always complain every time we spit shit Worse than women, gossip and dissin Damn, I do it too but ain't afraid to admit it (ha) Feels like the whole World just flipped around I know kids used to hate, now give me pounds Same time I know kids used to love me Made moves, now they can't stop actin ugly But that's hip-hop, your average fan Stay underground, be the favorite band Guess it feels like they found somethin new But when other people like it, they start hatin you And that's hip-hop
[Break - Scratched samples] ("Embrace my words, em-em-embrace my words") ("Word, word, word, words, word, word, words")
[Verse 3 - Classified] And I know what I done (yeah), media ignores me I done more than the artist in your story Go ahead, don't bother to support me (nope) So much hate in my own territory (haha) I'll still lay tracks to rest Live in effect, Class in the flesh (and) I should teach rap in steps (ha) Sell it to whack cats on paperback cassettes (yes) I'll do what I need to survive this Ain't goin back to the nine to five shift (Smoke too much weed) and I'm tryin to be the livest Tryin to make noise but I move in silence, yeah
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[Verse 1 - Classified] Now when I speak truth (yeah), I get labeled as a asshole Say what I see, talk what Class knows Everybody wanna sit on the plateau Never grow up, stay young and act out Never back out, don't make assumptions Tracks hit and I still spit substance Yes y'all, straight killin the public Over the top with next to no budget Kid's tight but gotta stay focused Rip mics, ripped off by promoters Handle my bus' (okay), keep hands clean I roll with a crew but I'm a one man team (and) Doesn't matter if you think I'm hot or not Just keep talkin 'bout me at the Barber Shop No names drop, that gained you props Don't be jealous, someday my reign'll stop But until then I'm still gonna do this (yeah) Without music, I'm basically useless (what?) Stand here for another ten years With a mic in my hand and a beat in my ear
[Chorus] Now let me make myself clear (okay), been only here for a minute Need to get this off of my mind, just let me handle my business (yes) I'm takin it one at a time (ha), I've just begun so man listen So listen (listen), so listen (listen), so listen (listen), listen (listen, listen)
[Verse 2 - Classified] Never fall off, Class still spit it Freestyle for hours, end you in minutes (ha) Talk trash, kid I ain't kiddin Ain't a funny guy but I leave you in stitches And I'm a say it, MCs are bitches Always complain every time we spit shit Worse than women, gossip and dissin Damn, I do it too but ain't afraid to admit it (ha) Feels like the whole World just flipped around I know kids used to hate, now give me pounds Same time I know kids used to love me Made moves, now they can't stop actin ugly But that's hip-hop, your average fan Stay underground, be the favorite band Guess it feels like they found somethin new But when other people like it, they start hatin you And that's hip-hop
[Break - Scratched samples] ("Embrace my words, em-em-embrace my words") ("Word, word, word, words, word, word, words")
[Verse 3 - Classified] And I know what I done (yeah), media ignores me I done more than the artist in your story Go ahead, don't bother to support me (nope) So much hate in my own territory (haha) I'll still lay tracks to rest Live in effect, Class in the flesh (and) I should teach rap in steps (ha) Sell it to whack cats on paperback cassettes (yes) I'll do what I need to survive this Ain't goin back to the nine to five shift (Smoke too much weed) and I'm tryin to be the livest Tryin to make noise but I move in silence, yeah
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