Lyrics

{Crowded House sample} Hey now, hey now, don't dream it's over Hey now, hey now, don't dream it's over Hey now, hey now, don't dream it's over Hey now, hey now, don't Aiyyo I finally got the truth from ya A token b-boy recognise That Classified was never one to mess around with lies It ain't my nature, total behaviour, be opposite Droppin it, I be the dopest MC rockin' it Composin' tracks, got your mind in a daze And gotcha wonderin how I can flip it every which way Lots of practice, aiyyo class brings tactics That make you bounce around like you and your girl on a mattress Son, I'll stop you in your track with your weak style And you can speak foul, but can you really freak pal? Too many MCs on the mic sound the same It's kinda funny though, cause they're the ones that found the fame So what's that say, about this world and the music business? I guess it's all about the bank and how much money's in it And Half Life, is like half broke I gotta work the nine to five to put my own records out It ain't a problem yo, keeps me focused on the mic And makes my skills tight it feels great to shed the light So I'ma break it for the million MC's kickin raps That never seen no money, no fame, or no contract Aiyyo you know most of us won't See a million bucks, most of us will end up broke To me, yo that ain't what it's about, yo I live for it Hip hop, what's the best you can give for it? So what chu take me for son? Another ten minute Rapper, Who's only in the game cause his friends in it Blast ya with flows that leave your brain intoxicated If duplicated, I'ma start this off uninstigated So watch yourself or catch a lyric to that dome in seconds I use my microphone to tear MCs apart in sections I use my mind to amplify the situation needed And put them all together when my destination meet it And now I'm at this spot, fresh out of reason It was never 'bout socking this, all about rockin' it and droppin' it From late at night to early morning Rappers on the mic while DJs focus on their forehand chain It's got my mental doing flips You come into this game, think it's easy, y'all can't do this So put the mic down, let an MC like me kick it Flippin', rippin', that's how I hit it (ha!) {Till fade}
Writer(s): Luke Boyd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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