Classified Unpredictable Lyrics

Unpredictable Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Unpredictable
  • 3 We'll never fall
  • 4 Classic
  • 5 Sound Off
  • 6 Juno Massacre
  • 7 My life
  • 8 Break & Enter
  • 9 One Day
  • 10 Why
  • 11 Its Pretty Obvious
  • 12 What tha...
  • 13 Wake up call
  • 14 The bad side remix
  • 15 Unpredictable (edit)

  • When I react on tracks I make necks snap with raw rap
    Underrated too much but critics I don't follow that
    You can't even dream of looking through my eyes
    And be compared to the same guy
    Now open up your reservoir, all and all, Draining body fluids
    Now watch me do it, or complicate the situation, screw it
    Cause how the fuck you gonna play this game
    You took it far enough my turn erasing names
    I'll make an MC flips backwards, even let you rap first
    Blow away your format, how can you ignore that
    Shit, your rap style expired long ago
    Now you falling off plus your peoples like domino
    Here we go again
    Classified saying same shit that he did back when
    Well I'm pissed off and ain't getting no better
    Seeing weak mc's on TV that's the reason that I'm fed up
    [Chorus x2]
    Who be, I be, Class
    Verbal drug pusher
    Yall can check his pulse through your subwoofer, and
    Who me, what you
    Heart beat provider
    Motivate myself to keep the rest of yall inspired
    How's a ritual like this, treated pitiful and shit
    Looking for these individuals to verbally commit
    Take some action on your words, like speaking from the heart
    Talk about experience but never played the part
    Got some smart shit to say, don't ya
    Rappers entering this game biting like a vulture and saying fuck the culture
    Talking image like that's how you portrayed
    While this cross eyed rapper dudes, reflecting off my attitude
    Now drop the eloquence I never had it in me
    And never seen no christyle ever in my city
    So pop the great white and let's have a drink or two
    Shit, I'm wasted on half a pint of vodka ain't you
    Damn, I guess that means I'm pussy
    Never had no pressure in my life to push me
    Staying focused on the topic at hand
    To battle back from any mc or man, now that's that true shit
    [Chorus x2]
    I'm so sick with this microphone I feel ill
    Like I got 30 different people wanting shit like I was retail
    I'm done giving favors give back the pad and pencils
    Perform accapella getting no more instrumentals
    Fuck potential son
    Cause you ain't got the heart or drive
    You can talk what you want I'll emerge with a darker side
    My marker glides covers wide spread
    Plus reflect life on paper, the verbal vibrator
    Bringing pleasure to these ears of these hip hop heads
    Now fuck it Class bring it to everyone who is not dead
    Shit you killing me, now forget the credibility
    Let's compare stability, and willingly, lyrical ability
    Production wise, I can't be touched (I can't be touched)
    And on the microphone I ain't the dopest, but still dope as fuck
    Conceited, and cocky, I call this confidence
    Innerself compliments with no equivalents, Now
    [Chorus x2]

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