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Classified Hold Your Own Lyrics

Last updated: 06/06/2012 11:00:00 AM

[Verse 1:]
Leave it all to hip hop
To make your simple ????
I'm seeing people in the lights turning dark and that's for real son
Because when I'm coming I never go commercial
And other rappers, they be going in reversal
But me when you know me is goin' straight ahead never
Never goin' the wrong way because my style ?? crews better
Let there be light till the end of the tunnel
Take a walk with me and treat your mind just like a funnel
Your lookin' at the situation
MC's for simulation
Intoxication must be something if they keep on frontin'
Cause nothing could make me wanna quit or even forfeit
Well and if you wanna see class then take a fuckin' portrait
Or portfolio but this ain't the rodeo
But if you wanna go toe to toe
Then lets stop the show and get it on
Like marvyn gaye you make the [?]
Yea, one time for ya mind

[Hook:]
Many rappers be spittin game (think they're sayin' somethin)
But when they turn around (all they see is people frontin')
Makin' music think it's hard to the bone
But deep inside your soul you can never hold your own

[Verse 2:]
When I'll be on the microphone I'm goin' off just like the power
And plus I bring that beat that keeps your head bobbin' for hours
And now I could take it to another fragrance
So keep on smellin' the funks that your body
Yellin' out to the flashy rappers
Or yet the crappy actors
You can call it what you want, just don't let it pass you by
And Classified takin' over kid
And that's the way it's goin' down, and that's the way it is
So move along, move aside
Now rest assure
That every brother who can rap thinks he's all that
But fall back because you be slippin' on the beats I've committed
And every time you did it you be thinkin' it's terrific
But come on son you just a dream of going to sleep
MC's bowing down on the rival on defeat
Take it how you want it, give it how you feel is right
Talkin' at the mouth, MC's tryin' to earn a mic

[Verse 3:]
What would rappers try to do if they never had a rhyme
Tryin' to be a story teller and having no say like Hellen Keller
But I'm a dweller, so i'm gonna speak what goin' in mind
Takin' day, months, years, that don't matter it just time
I'm gonna climb the ladder of life, for real
so what the deal?
how you out to try and make me out to be a killa
[?] to check to my grille-a, this how I feel ya
so don't be pushy or I'll be the one to up and spill ya
yea, that's how I proved to be committed with my very own words
five years payin' dues
never thought I would lose, but yo I never won a thing so I lost
and if I'm goin' down well then I guess I paid the cost
only time will tell if I made it back
but four tapes later kid, I'm still makin' raps
I guess I'm just an addict, I gotta get some more
but all you other rappers what the fuck you lookin' for?

[Hook x2]





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