[Intro: Classified - talking w/ ad libs]
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Come on
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Yeah
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Listen
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[Verse 1: Classified]
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MC's don't sleep, wake up (wake up!) check the schedule
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Class on the mic, turn me up another decibel
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Some think I make money, book me for a festival
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Some think I'm dope and they put me on a pedestal (haha)
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Some say I'm cocky though and tell me that my head is full
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But I don't need 'em though, 'cause that's what real friends are for
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And I don't know you man, sorry my attention's short
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You shouldn't pay attention to a stupid message board
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I take it all for what it's worth, you can rest assure (yeah)
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And I don't fall for stupid shit like sex with whores
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I'm on the road to rock shows and get paid (yep)
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I play hard to get, so I'm hard to get played
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I stay out the clubs, 'cause I don't need the static (nope)
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It's hot enough in here, so I stay out of the attic (yeah)
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I don't rap with rappers, so all y'all fuck off
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You ain't scarin nothin, so drop all the tough talk
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[Chorus x2: Classified w/ ad libs]
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I got somethin to say, so let me get into it
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No time for wastin, I ain't tryin to be a nuisance
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No way, I'm tryin to make a point, so respect it
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(I'm holdin it down and put it all in perspective)
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[Verse 2: Classified]
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Yeah, and when my tongue twist, I run this dumb shit
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Hit hard like drum sticks on drum kits, pump this
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Play this in the streets for the heads, or the club for the drunk chicks (yeah)
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Beats bang, plus I spit 'til my gums split
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You might of knew me from the +Hey Now+ song
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And I dropped +Maritimes+, not a played out song
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But the real heads know this, Class is the man
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While these fake heads think I'm a flash in the pan (listen)
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I was spittin before you existed
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Shit kid, I was enlisted before you showed interest
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Before you knew how to use FruityLoops
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Or had a clue on Mastered Beats and the Rubik's Cube too (ha)
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I don't handle biz when I'm smokin my green (nope)
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You call when I'm high, then you get my machine (yeah)
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It ain't personal kid, it's just how I do it
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So don't interrupt when I'm tryin to do my music
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[Chorus: Classified w/ ad libs]
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I got somethin to say, so let me get into it
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No time for wastin, I ain't tryin to be a nuisance
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No way, I'm tryin to make a point, so respect it
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(I'm holdin it down and put it all in perspective) [x5]
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[Verse 3: Classified]
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And I was raised by my parents to speak with manners
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Growin up fairytale like believin in Santa
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Got excited over small things like treats from grandma
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Same thing now except it's weed from the manager
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I love Mary Jane, shit I think it's awesome
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It's weird how pot heads like to brag about their problems (yeah)
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Now I got people tryin to say I do coke
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Well I never put a motherfuckin thing in my nose, okay?
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Do you but it's not for me
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Fuck it's all I got, I keep my nostrils clean
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You could quit with the gossip, the talkin and all that
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Worry about yourself, not me, now fall back
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[Chorus: Classified w/ ad libs]
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I got somethin to say, so let me get into it
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No time for wastin, I ain't tryin to be a nuisance
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No way, I'm tryin to make a point, so respect it
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(I'm holdin it down and put it all in perspective)
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I got somethin to say, so let me get into it
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No time for wastin, I ain't tryin to be a nuisance
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No way, I'm tryin to make a point, so respect it
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(I'm holdin it down and put it all in perspective) [x5]
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Put It All In Perspective
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