Classified

Bringing information



[Verse 1:]

It's all a thinking process kid

My mind begins a track

Frequency above the normal way your head like interact

Try to counteract

And wonder how I got up in your brains

Just before you made your record information was your claim to fame

but now you talking like you made it off your street life

Every now and then ?? be leading to freak mics

So keep tight

And keep your head from wondering

I'll be known as Class, the kid that everyone be honourin'

So by surprise acts, I except with open arms

Never thinking I'm a God in my soul, I got the high roll

You define gold selling, a certain amount of records

Well who's respect did you earn? Baby you got burned

Haven't you learned that the job you doin's half-assed

Smash That

Everybody knows that I'ma last laugh

so past that on the peoples in your clique

cause when I be laying rhymes you know it's guaranteed thick



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Never slowing down son I got no time for wasting

Cause Class is all about bringing information

And when I'm on the mic I speak to every single nation

Cause Class is all about bringing information



[Verse 2:]

There comes a time in everybody's simple life when everything gets complicated

try to dodge it and debate it but a

how do you think we got this far? On are own brain?

years of fucking signs, blowin' up like it was propane

I'ma take you to a spot where everyone can see

givin' props to every person who supported me

(like who)

Jolly Green

Quincy Brun, we still in contact

Can't forget Jorun for helping me record my first rap

in the years to come

Got to speak on different terms

Never learn

If we keep repeating on another sermon

I keep on burning like a candle in the wind

think my flame is blowin' out? kid I got to much adrenaline

You'll never hold me down

So, give up

And throw the towel in

Knocked out again, I take home the medallion

your trialing behind son

moving to the foreground, so don't talk shit

puffing up your top lip



[Chorus]



[Verse 3:]

So open up your mind, Don't forget about the facts

Everything ain't what you hear, you got to see to believe it last

Lots of people talking (Class, I'll be done for years)

but when I'm bowling through all the people run for clear

kid I ain't mad at cha, I gotta live my own life

This is the way I picked my plan I got to hold on tight

And if I'm right, then I'm right

if I'm wrong then oh well

There ain't no pressure on my soul I got to pay my toll

Every person pays a price, one time or other

It doesn't matter what your name be or ya colour

you take your shot, I'll take my chance and we can end at that

and leave the drama for these kids who wanna try to rap 



[Chorus x2]