["loonie" repeated throughout the song]
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[Verse 1: Classified]
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Yeah, as I drop my coin into the slot machine
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My eyes double in size, you can't stop a fiend
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And it doesn't make a difference if I got the means
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All I need to succeed is jackpot in threes
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I'm feelin uneasy, lost and unrational
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Bettin on my life, tryin to double up my capital (ha)
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I'll make it back, I don't worry what the cost
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Tomorrow I'll be here and I'll win back what I lost
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Win some, lose some, consumed every day (day)
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I started with my crew, now I sit alone and play (play)
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I'm crazy, I'm lonely, I feel I barely know me
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I'm through with it, one more loonie, am I losin it?
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[Verse 2: D-Sisive]
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A new record penned, another one spins
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One mixed in as the other one ends
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I wonderin if the one I just pressed
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Will be gripped by the DJ's fingertips
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Slipped out of the crate, out the sleeve
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Laid on the technique and played out my speak-ers
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Ears glued to the show and wait
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For my song's debut and my SOCAN change
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And when the song don't play, smile gets lost
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Fingers ball up, walls get right crossed
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Ouch, I can't absorb the hate
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I go "Psycho", killer, Norman Bates
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[Chorus: x4]
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I gets loc'd and loonie
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I, I get loonie
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[Verse 3: Shad K]
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You ever read 40 classics, for your classes, for your Master's
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And while on tour rappin, crashin on a little mattress?
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It's madness but fact is I, I need to pass
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'Cause the masses still don't got a clue who Shad is
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No cash to afford a DJ, I'm scratch less
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Just in class or ironically with that Class kid
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Out of class and back in school fast
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Catchin up on what's happened, after mad distractions
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Imagine S-K all night rappin
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And writin an essay, then next day, on the flight, no relaxin
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And I barely get paid
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All I gets late penalties, couple C's and a headache
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[Verse 4: DL Incognito]
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RFI chips and kids got Intel inside me
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Don't bother to write things down
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Tip of my full QWERTY keypad, 'Shift', 'Tab', backslash, deleted
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My album hit the world wide web half completed
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A few weeks prior to when I chose to release it
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I hear it blarin out your Bluetooth stereo speakers
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The boy genius reports all necessary features
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So I know them Blackberrys got 3G speeds kid
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And here's my thesis, we started with beepers
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Now I got more gadgets than a Japanese kid
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Plus I frequent, sites indecent
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If I lose my iPhone, there go all my secrets
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I'm loonie
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 5: Buck 65]
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For me it's the tedium, mass media, the heavy glare
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Graffiti and it's the broken glass everywhere
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Stress complex, the pressure in ex-projects
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Bad news and taboos, women as sex objects
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Nipple slips, the price of gas, twice as fast, triple flips
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Makin crack, my achin back and crippled hips
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The bag of green, the never endin gag machine
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Booze and drugs, reviews and plugs, in People magazine
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Money for nothin, a payment to fight
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The rise of advertising, Entertainment Tonight
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Span of limbs, Tanya Kim's, throws of passion
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Runnin yokes and funny jokes and shows of fashion
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[Chorus]
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Loonie
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Classified |