Classified The Final Time Lyrics

Boy‐Cott‐In the Industry Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Sound Check
  • 2 It’s Just My Opinion
  • 3 Listen
  • 4 No Mistakes
  • 5 Problemz
  • 6 High School Behaviour
  • 7 5th Element
  • 8 Beat Auction (interlude)
  • 9 Separate the Music From the Gimmicks
  • 10 The Maritimes
  • 11 Unexplainable Hunger
  • 12 Do This Our Way
  • 13 F.A.D.S.
  • 14 The Final Time
  • 15 Still Hip‐Hop (interlude)
  • 16 Sibling Rivalry
  • 17 What’s Real
  • 18 Unexplainable Hunger (remix)
  • [Verse 1]
    Name is Classified, MC and producer
    been doin this for a couple years now, still tryin to get through to ya
    Born in Nova Scotia close to 25 years ago or so
    started spittin around 15 and puttin beats down at 16
    I was one in a million, no one ever tried what I did
    there was no real hip hopers doin shit like this in the place that I live
    I came to Halifax and I've been here for like half a decade
    Tryin to earn the respect of MC's, didn't worry about tryin to get paid
    And I won't lie, the reception I got was kinda lukewarm
    But I stuck with my craft, perfected it in true form in every new song
    Now I'm doin shows and tourin straight across the country
    Supportin myself with music and startin to make a little money

    [Journalist]
    "Cla... Class... Right here, right here, Class. I just want to know
    what you think about hip-hop these days, in your eyes, how do you see it?"

    Well if you ever listen to a track by Class, you'd know how I feel
    But let me put it to ya plain and simple, I hate this shit for real
    there ain't no skill, ain't no wordplay, just mimics and clones
    They all say they're keepin it real, but won't admit that they're wrong
    And we got underground cats who are trying to be different... That's respectable
    But it's a fine line between being different and good'n and different and pitiful
    Your beats are made with pots'n pans and they don't hit
    And if you can flow on a beat then please just leave and don't spit'n that's it
    I got nothin else to say about this rap shit
    I'm doin me now, forget everyone else, I'm already passed it
    Now it's about the masses and gettin my music out to'em
    So I careless about these so called, "MC's" screw'em, next question

    [Chorus]
    I'm hearin all the same questions, same things, different interviews
    Just another day goin by, same reply comin outa Luke
    Let me tell ya for the final time...

    [Journalist]
    "Could you tell me something no one else knows about you?"
    "Classified, could you tell me who inspires you?"
    "What's your real name?"

    [Chorus]
    "Class, when did you first start rhymin?"
    "Who are you workin with right now?"
    "Class, Class... Where do ya, where do ya got to go next... what's next?"

    [Verse 2]
    Still writtin, still droppin bangers
    still spittin, still trying to enlighten
    Doin beats for everybody from no names to Maestro Fresh Wes
    Did a few songs on his new album, some are sayin their his best yet
    Toured with Ludacris, that was dope but pissed his management off
    I'm a hard act to follow, at least that's what his management thought
    I careless who I'm playin with, I still give 100%
    I'm finally gettin recognized but still have trouble payin my rent
    Workin on my tenth record, my tenth demo, call it what you will
    Still recordin in my bedroom studio without a record deal
    But things will change, I'm a patient guy, I know what I'm workin with
    This record industry's funny, you can't keep me behind curtains kid

    [Journalist]
    "Class, Class, excuse me, you've been doin this for a little while now
    what are you going to do if it doesn't work out?"

    Well a job ain't for me, I'll tell ya the truth I'm a lazy cat
    So if this hip-hop shit don't work out I got nowhere else to fall back
    Ain't trying to go to school, or go back to doing computer support
    I FUCKIN HATED that job so of course it'll be my last resort
    I'm trying to make some cash, through rap so I can support my ass
    But never change my style for anybody, still the same old Class
    And if I make it or not, it doesn't matter I'll still do this
    Just behind closed doors the way I started with this music

    [Chorus]

    [Journalist]
    "Class, tell me what makes you different from everyone else?"
    "Where did you grow up at?"
    "How old are you?"

    [Chorus]
    "Do people compare you to Eminem?"
    "Classified, how would you describe your music?"

    [Class]
    It's hip-hop... That's it... Stop askin the same questions

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