[Chorus 1: Scratched Samples - w/ ad libs]
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"We be goin, goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down"
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"I'm a give it, as far as you can take-take it"
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"Class"
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"Throughout the east, south, west and the north"
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"We be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down"
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"I'm a give it, as far as you can take-take-take it"
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"Class"
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"Once again"
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[Verse 1: Classified]
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Yeah, uh, they call me Class - The MC, refresh the memory
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Hands in the sky, with the crowd to a frenzy
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Whether it's empty or packed like Wembley
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I got a track record athletes would envy
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No need for jewels or a Bentley
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I'm fresher than Dentyne on a ten speed, shoppin at Frenchie's (Class)
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I guess you could say I've been green
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Since this hemp weed, hope then condemn me
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I don't want to be a God damn rock star
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All strung out and beaten down like a stock car
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I'll agree I'm a bit of a pessimist
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Mad scientist mixed with a perfectionist
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I find this rap shit acts therapeutically
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Without the hourly rate to abuse a beat
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And true indeed, do whatever so beautifully
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Ever since puberty but never was musically (Class)
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They said I was goin nowhere
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But look I'm now here and ain't goin nowhere
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Fingers in the crates, still diggin for the breaks
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In the flesh, fresh is what I'm bringin to the plate (yes)
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[Chorus 2: Scratched Samples - w/ ad libs]
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"Goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down"
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"I'm a give it, as far as you can take it"
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"Get ya head right"
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"Class"
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"Throughout the east, south, west and the north"
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"We be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down"
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"I'm a give it, as far as you can take-take-take it"
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"Class"
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"Once again"
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"Self-self-self explanatory"
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[Verse 2: Classified]
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Aiyyo, my head held high as I get in position
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Real MC, I fit the description
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What I'm spittin out needs no encryption
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I am conditioned to vibe to the rhythm
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I've been sittin in the back with my eyes on the prize
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High, tryin to visualize
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A game with no strains, stress, no pain
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Got me pullin out my hair, yes, pass the Rogaine (Class)
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Push wigs back like Davy Crockett
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So touch up your front line like Jamie Foxx did
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Shit I'm a problem, honorably honest
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But all this braggin and talk is exhaustin (uh)
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I've had it, rappers always rappin how good they rap
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Now what the fuck is the good of that?
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I know, you kill the beat like no one else
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But me literally the rhyme speak for itself
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I never ran to the States tryin to get signed
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For me it was never +Get Rich Or Die Tryin'+
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Broke tradition and made 'em go the distance
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Signed, sealed, delivered but on my own conditions
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[Chorus 2]
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[Outro: Classified - talking]
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And if you don't think I'm the coolest dude, well that's cool too
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'Cause what's cool to you, ain't cool to me
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And what's cool to me, ain't cool to you
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Yeah, Class is in session but school is through
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Peace [echo]
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Self Explanatory
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Classified |