Classified Unexpected Lyrics

Trial & Error Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Gossip
  • 3 Heavy Artillary
  • 4 On tha Brink
  • 5 Unexpected
  • 6 Just the Way It Is
  • 7 Got Luv
  • 8 Interlude
  • 9 Trial and Error
  • 10 It's Sickening
  • 11 This Is For
  • 12 Confused Confrontations
  • 13 Three Beats and a MC
  • 14 Like It's Criminal
  • 15 [unknown]

  • (feat. Mic Boyd)
    [Verse 1:]
    I'm the type of kid who wears jogging pants to your downtown scene
    Stay comfortable with a pound of brown weed
    Lounge around streets and down a few Keiths,
    Pound a few beats, ya'll know the sound is unique
    Now, who is this, Class, last man standing
    Gas can in hand trying to blast Grand Canyons
    What, I gotta act hard to be a rap star?
    I grew up in the sticks fighting hicks in my backyard
    Ain't nothing pretty, far from the grimiest
    Started in the 90's and it's still hard to find me
    Sitting on the benches, still independent
    But a Halflife artists, attacks mics hardest
    So open up your eyes, hold back, stop the talking
    I speak to individuals so listen through a walkman
    I know I say it often, hard to understand
    But I'm sick of doing shows in front of 25 fans
    [Chorus: x2]
    We know, ya'll ain't ready
    People, won't expect me
    Class, stay ahead of this
    Ya'll, reap the benefits
    Your whole steeze is devilish
    And that's why, we ending it!
    [Verse 2:]
    Now I don't walk with a limp, I walk with a swagger in my step
    Nova Scotia kid putting majors to the test
    Behavior is a mess, stressed, wanna put this dagger in your chest
    Feel like laying ya to rest
    But I calmed down and keep my head up
    Ignoring all these wack rap cats who got me fed up
    Doing this for class so fuck all the challengers
    You wanna get your talent heard, well let me mark it on my calendar
    And we can do this, rhyme for rhyme, who's fluid
    I let me frustrations out strictly through music
    That's why I'm laid back when I talk all the time
    But I'll smash you in the melon if you cross that line
    Listen, I ain't trying to make this physical now
    Ya pitiful pal, comparing to my lyrical style
    A mile a minute, moving, keep running laps
    Making heads turn till I hear something snap
    {We will be here}
    {Better recognize and try to analyze this}
    {Get what i'm saying}
    [Verse 3:]
    Yo, Grade 6, smart mouth teen
    I thought I was the shit wearing acid wash jeans
    Now I'm trying to take over this rap and rock scene
    Testing all teams when I'm letting off steam
    Effecting ya'll beans, my flow is to dope
    If I smoke another rapper, I'll need a hole in my throat
    Never smoked weed all through senior high school.
    It just wasn't for me, I wrote rhymes recorded beats
    But now, ah yo, I'm known to get stoned quick
    Get up on the net and start bootlegging my own shit
    Grown kid, still throws fits
    Attack tracks with rap and stay focused
    [Chorus x2]

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