[Intro - Classified - talking]
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Hey, let me spit something
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Just give me that flute beat
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Yeah, give me that one
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Uh, yeah
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[Verse 1 - Classified]
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All I need's a flute beat and two sheets of loose leaf to move me
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A two piece on Toony Tuesday and I'm groovy
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Never needed much but papers and a few trees
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To get the song flowin like the blue sea
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Yeah I smoke doobies with groupies, whose breath smelled like blue cheese or sushi
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Jeez, give me a few feet please
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I could have these floozies naked like a nude beach
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And I don't need to slip 'em any roofies (shit is too easy)
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Huh, I ain't into cougars, Judge Judy
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I'm truly unique, too young to "Love Lucy"
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Raised on the Goonies and Bruce Lee movies
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My defense is excellent, no one's gettin to me
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I'm callin the shots, QB like Doug Flutie
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I'm reckless, unruly, respect this you newbie
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From the East coast, reppin Scotians and Newfies
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I keep it fresh like the ocean and cool breeze
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[Chorus - Brother Ali]
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Maybe it's just me
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I keep, movin this pen like it'll set me free
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Best believe, I'm a flow on endlessly, let it be
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I feel the love every breath I breathe, yes indeed
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[Break - scratched samples - w/ ad libs]
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"Give it to 'em, show you, it's hot"
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"Watch ya blow up, block up your box"
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"Wait-Wait-Wait to hear a slammin track"
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"By popular demand, I'm back"
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[Verse 2 - Classified]
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Uh, now every shirt that's in my closet got vomit
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Chocolate and baby food on it and none of it comes out when I wash it
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So now you think I give a damn what I'm rockin?
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I don't wear this Cincinnati hat 'cause I watch 'em
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You don't need to worry what I do, what I think
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when your girl gets around/a round like she just bought us drinks
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You got your own problems, back to the basics
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There's no touchin me like I just ejaculated
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Nope, I don't say "no homo"
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I don't need to reinsure myself like I crashed up the Volvo
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I only like pussy, sorry to be blunt but I got to make it clear
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When my tongue is in your - ear (ya ear)
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I lock it down like Shawshank
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I love writin rhymes but hate when I draw blanks
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I feel like I'm repeatin myself, I'm overworked
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And about to go berserk if I don't get this off my shoulders first
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[Break - scratched samples - w/ ad libs]
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"I think I ought to tell you, better get warned"
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"Th-Th-There's no need for alarmin, 'cause right now"
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"On the microphone"
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"The elements are airborne, I smell the success"
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"Get busy on 'em"
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"And my word is bond"
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"Th-Th-There's no need for alarmin, 'cause right now"
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"On the microphone"
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"What you need to do is smell the success"
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[Verse 3 - Brother Ali]
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You know me, I'm a '70's baby, yet '80's boy
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I never had no love for the swings or playin with toys
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I was on the mic doin my thing, just makin some noise
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I don't need to read no magazine, I'm straight from The Source
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You know I always had a dream, one day I'd step on
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stage and the ladies all scream like David Lee Roth
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Teenager in the '90's, things are changin all around me
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You can hate me if you want but I escaped, you got to find me
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Hit the Minneapol', I had my whole city baffled
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Soon as they see you advancin, then they all want to attack you
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Rhymesayers massive, we built us a little castle
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Eyedea won every battle, we should've built him a statue
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Every single week we slayed, anywhere we seen a stage
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Even with the weak DJ, we rapped over every beat they played
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Chewin 'em up, spittin 'em out, you never seen nobody this devout
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We just want to spit and shout, they literally would kick us out
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the spot, two o'clock when they closed off
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We took it to the block, ears throbbin, our throats soar
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Hit the bus stop because we still got to flow more
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Frozen cold blocks, swear to God we were so raw, oh Lord
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[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
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[Outro - scratched samples]
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"Give it to 'em, show you, it's hot"
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"Watch ya blow up, block up your box"
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"Feelin satisfaction, from the crowd reaction"
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Maybe It's Just Me
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Classified |