Check, Check yo



[Chorus:]

What's it all about, hip hop what dose it mean?

I'm addicted to this shit and I ain't ever comin clean

To be all you can be

But son you under pressure

Oh damn I'm so addicted to it man



[Verse 1:]

Yo it started off at an early age, twelve to be exact

Got addicted to this shit that made my neck snap back

It was an experimental I guess I knew no better

And uh after I tried I knew I'd need this shit forever

The days went by the months they rapidly switched

And then my brain started feelin' effects from all the hits

It was peer pressure, everybody did it

Not really but I feel I hadda be just another addict

It was time for a change, hadda move quick

The next step up in my life hadda be proved thick

So then I did what I never thought I would do

That's when I started sellin' hits to the people in my crew

I passed it all around, and gave a sample here and there

I gave a bit, took a bit, and got my people on the shit

What did I do?

I'm lookin' back now, I'm reminiscing

Bout the kids they didn't do it never knew what they were missing

Yo class what would you do if you never had it in your mind

I'd probably be another sucker doin nothin' all the time

But I'm going to go out and get mine

So let me get REAL HIGH till the day that I die



[Chorus]



[Verse 2:]

A couple years later 

Nothing's changed it's all the same

And I still be tryin' to get high up in this [?] game

I gotta be all I can be or be more than that

Cause if I'm jogging down the path I'm sure I'll lose it like [?]

Last seconds for a chance

Last second for a stance

So I gotta stand my ground

Your [?] like a pronoun

And Classified never played it like that

So if I'm ever go down damn right I'm gonna fight back (yeah)

How could it ever happen to me?

I always felt that I was different cause I was rappin for free

The same line, the same verse, the same story

Don't know another face that's getting paid in my territory

Now on the other hand I know the money that be thrown away

Buyin all the records and tapes that we don't even play

Runnin out of money, yo I'm lookin at eviction

I gotta find a cure for this addiction



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 3:]

Yo and in the present, I don't know what to do any more

Should I go see the devil layer try to get help every day

With the beats and the rhymes I'm a fanatic

I got a problem I can't help it I'm an addict

The first step to ever kick it is admit it

If you ain't ever doing that than you're hopeless so forget it

What can you do? Well I don't know but here's a couple facts

You can try some cold turkey, chewing gum, or use the patch

And as for me, well now I deal my own

I got sick of buyin' weak shit, tired out with freak shit

Decided just to be another contender

Another offender, but never be a pretender

Surrendering never even went across my mind

Divine, stayin above hip hop the game that I love

I'ma keep making' beats, find the breaks are getting' tired

Everybody wants to hear so Class be the supplier



[Chorus x2]