Classified with Brother Ali Maybe It's Just Me Lyrics

Hand Shakes and Middle Fingers Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro: Ups and Downs
  • 2 That Ain't Classy
  • 3 High Maintenance
  • 4 Unusual
  • 5 Danger Bay
  • 6 Stay Cool
  • 7 Passion
  • 8 Maybe It's Just Me
  • 9 Young Soul
  • 10 Run With Me
  • 11 The Day Doesn't Die
  • 12 They Don't Know
  • 13 Step It Up
  • 14 Desensitized
  • 15 The Hangover
  • [Verse 1: Classified]
    All I need's a flute beat and two sheets of loose leaf to move me
    A two-piece on Toonie Tuesday and I'm groovy
    Never needed much but papers and a few trees
    To get the song flowin' like the blue sea
    Yeah I smoke doobies with groupies
    Who's breath smelled like blue cheese or sushi
    Jeez, give me a few feet please
    I could have these floozies naked like a nude beach
    And I don't need to slip 'em any roofies
    Shit is too easy
    Huh, I ain't into cougars
    Judge Judy
    I'm truly unique
    Too young to love Lucy
    Raised on the Goonies and Bruce Lee movies
    My defense is excellent
    No one's gettin' to me
    I'm callin' the shots
    QB like Doug Flutie
    I'm reckless, unruly, respect this you newbie
    From the East coast
    Reppin' Scotians and Newfies
    I keep it fresh like the ocean and cool breeze

    [Hook: Brother Ali]
    Maybe it's just me
    I keep, movin' this pen like it'll set me free
    Best believe, I'm a flow on endlessly, let it be
    I feel the love every breath I breathe, yes indeed
    Give it to 'em, show you it's hot
    Watch ya blow up, block up your box
    Wait-Wait-Wait to hear a slammin track
    By popular demand, I'm back

    [Verse 2: Classified]
    Uh, now every shirt that's in my closet got vomit
    Chocolate and baby food on it and none of it comes out when I wash it
    So now you think I give a damn what I'm rockin'
    I don't wear the Cincinnati hat cause I watch 'em
    You don't need to worry what I do, what I think
    When your girl gets a round like she just bought us drinks
    You got your own problems, back to the basics
    There's no touchin' me like I just ejaculated
    Nope, I don't say no homo
    I don't need to reinsure myself like I crashed up the Volvo
    I only like pussy
    Sorry to be blunt but I got to make it clear
    When my tongue is in your... ear, ya hear
    I lock it down like Shawshank
    I love writin' rhymes but hate when I draw blanks
    I feel like I'm repeatin' myself, I'm overworked
    And about to go berserk if I don't get this off my shoulders first
    I thought I ought to tell you, better get warned
    Th-Th-There's no need for alarmin'
    Cause right now
    On the microphone
    The elements are airborne
    I smell the success
    Get busy on 'em
    And my word is bond
    There's-th-there's no need for alarm
    Cause right now
    On the microphone
    What you need to do is smell the success

    [Verse 3: Brother Ali]
    You know me, I'm a 70s baby, yet 80s boy
    I never had no love for the swings or playin' with toys
    I was on the mic doin' my thing, just makin' some noise
    I don't need to read no magazine, I'm straight from the source
    You know I always had a dream, one day I'd step on
    Stage and the ladies all scream like David Lee Roth
    Teenager in the 90s
    Things are changin' all around me
    You can hate me if you want but I escaped
    You got to find me
    Hit the Minneapol'
    I had my whole city baffled
    Soon as they see you advancin'
    Then they all want to attack you
    Rhymesayers massive
    We built us a little castle
    Eyedea won every battle
    We should've built him a statue
    Every single week we slayed, anywhere we seen a stage
    Even with the weak DJ, we rapped over every beat they played
    Chewin' 'em up, spittin' 'em out
    You never seen nobody this devout
    We just want to spit and shout
    They literally would kick us out
    The spot, two o'clock when they closed doors
    We took it to the block, ears throbbin', our throats sore
    Hit the bus stop because we still got to flow more
    Frozen cold blocks, swear to God we were so raw, oh Lord


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