[Intro: Royce Da 5'9" - talking] [echo]
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Hahaha, excellence
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What up east coast!
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My man Classified, holla at your boy
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[Break: Royce Da 5'9" - talking (Sample) {Classified}]
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(I feel a warm breeze)
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(It moved my life)
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The M.I.C. baby
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(It feels closer now)
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It's called Unexplainable Hunger
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(As I get older)
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From U.S. to Canada
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{Mic check one, two}
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(I feel a warm breeze)
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Of course my name is Royce 5'9"
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(It moved my life) {yeah, yeah, yeah}
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(It feels closer now)
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(As I get older)
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{You want to set this off? }
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Yeah, yeah {let 'em know}
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(I feel a warm breeze)
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[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9" {Sample}]
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Once upon a time in the city of crime
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A nigga named Nickel Nine, came in with the nine
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Flamin, with the rhyme, the flame quick as the nine
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Aimin at the game sayin "the city is mines" (now)
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He looked like the type you underestimate
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He's never a suspect, no one investigates (uh huh)
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He be beatin them charges with mothers and fathers goin {older, older}
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[Royce 5'9":]
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It should be a felony to be this vicious on the beat
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I'm dope, I'm sellin D like a Piston on the streets
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Yellin "D! ", for the cheddar cheese
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The cheddar I brought, letter B
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Like a spelling bee, the pathetic bark, let it be (be, be)
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Or get ya chain snatched y'all (y'all)
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Jaw cut is a stain of train track scar (scar)
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Whoever think of talkin shit to me'll be a memory
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His train of thought will stain that car {I feel a warm breeze} (uh)
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I will stretch your dreams from the front seat to the back seat, if I
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Could blow a brain that far
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Niggaz want to get to know me all 'cause the way I be spittin
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Every ho, every bitch in the city be goin...
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[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" (Sample) {"Scratched Samples"}]
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(I feel a warm breeze)
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{"With these rhymes that are classic"}
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(It moved my life)
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Yeah, Royce 5'9"
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(Feels closer now)
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{"It's, it's hard to explain"}
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(As I get older)
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{"Hard, hard, it's hard to explain"}
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(I feel a warm breeze)
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{"with these rhymes that are classic"}
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(It moved my life)
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Next up to bat is my homeboy Classified
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(I feel a warm wind)
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(Got to move me to the other side)
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Show Canada how you live
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Show the U.S. how it is
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You know how we do
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[Verse 2: Classified {Sample}]
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Yeah, I'm from a place where it snows six months of the year
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Coldhearted, livin off a blunt and a beer
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Bodyslam MC's, have 'em runnin for clear
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And I'm a skinny white dude, I ain't nothin to fear (Class)
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More advanced than you technical cats
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Your literature's littered, (literally) edible trash
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You rappers gone nuts? Get your testicles back
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I got the competition sweatin more than sexual acts {I feel a warm}
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Now take your shot, you think you gettin me?
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It's like Snoop Dogg really goin out and quittin weed
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I'm always gettin louder man, never thought you'd listen
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Leave you walkin different, without a pot to piss in
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Came in this game, no plan and no structure
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No love from labels, so basically "fuck ya! "
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Learned to play my part for the love of this art
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Spittin with the same passion I did at the start
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I feel a warm breeze
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[Chorus: Classified (Sample) {"Scratched Samples"}]
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(I feel a warm breeze)
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{"With these rhymes that are classic"}
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(It moved my life)
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Yeah
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{"Classified"}
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(It feels closer now)
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{"It's, it's hard to explain"}
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(As I get older)
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{"Hard, hard, it's hard to explain"}
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(I feel a warm breeze)
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{"With these rhymes that are classic"}
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(It moved my life)
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Oh we ain't done
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{"Cho-Choclair"}
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(I feel a warm wind)
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(Got to move me to the other side)
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{"What up, what up, what up, what up"}
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Talk to 'em
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[Verse 3: Choclair {Sample}]
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Check me out y'all, yo, yo, Choclair, see, shit ain't sweet
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Cheese sandwiches for lunch, two jeans by week
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A dollar short for the bus fare again this week
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Deprivation from the sleep 'cause them barrels speak
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I tried to elevate myself, got a nine to five
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But yo it's hard when you makin three ninety five (yeah)
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You turned crosseyed, take your eyes off the prize
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Lose focus, lose balance on this fucked up line
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So, grab your gruff dog, pull yourself up (yeah)
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'Cause these haters just waitin to take your spot |