Vídeo musical
Vídeo musical
Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Classified
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luke Boyd
Composer
S.Kaya
Composer
Olivier Nestor
Composer
W. Williams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Classified
Producer
Letras
I played these strings as a kid
I played these strings like a violinist
Or a violent man whose life is finished
In this till the death of me
Till bones are all that's left of me
Can y'all see the remedy, the authenticity
Eternally everlastin
Mappin out this craft till my last breath
Yo bury me with pharaoh in my casket
I mastered this massive maze
Avoid disaster and came to my senses
Learning lessons till hereafter
I'm raised right, night or daylight
Never got stage fright
Ya fame might gas you for the moment
But I slay mics, I stay tight
Class and DL, you know they same types
Rappin and recitin cause we incitin a new life
It's like that and that's just the way it is
And to my kids in my next life, my minds on the biz
And y'all can classify the raps that I exhibit
Exquisitely and simply, Eternia that's reppin this
We dealt with the ups and downs
It's just the way it is, the way the world goes round
Some people choose to smile, others choose to frown
It's just the way it is, the way the world goes round
And once you at the top, they out to take your crown
It's just the way it is, the way the world goes round
We built the foundation from the underground
It's just the way it is, the way the world goes round
Yo, now I'm that kid reppin the burbs
Who splits and severs your words
Talk with a full mouth, spit then enter my verse
These copycats never get to heaven first
Cause they style is fadin out like some chip and pepper shirts
Y'all need to spit some other words, rip a better verse
Too concerned to get the cheddar first
That's why you never get the perks
And I been playin with this game since I was 15
Livin in the old backs, dirty and sportin ripped jeans
I been here, rocked shows, ten years I dropped flows
It's just the way it is, I did this shit and never got dough
It's love though, everything I did it made me tighter
And now I cipher with some of the best rhyme writers
The beat slicer, I cut it up on every angle
With these live instruments layered over dirty samples
I been amped ever since the pen and pad been in my hand
Represent the hourglass, it's done man
Somebody said DL you spit too many battle rhymes
You ain't sayin nothin, you fuck with **** minds
There's meanin to my lines, so listen carefully
A metaphor, a simile, I ride the melody
Not buyin what you sellin D, I mastered my craft
It's wishful thinkin but one day I hope I'm makin some cash
I did it for the love of the art, it didn't pay off
Should I sell out? By no means, just keep workin hard
I'm tryin to quit my day job, build a career
Move with god speed, rockin a spear
Guitar riffs like heavy metal, I got the heavy mental
I come equipped with the real shit, the bare essentials
I've covered ground like an H2 Hummer
So next time **** won't sleep like slumber
Just in case you wondered, I got a thick catalog
I'm not a newcomer, I'm just new to y'all
Father, son, holy spirit, scrolls in it
Critics ridicule my hizzits but dig it
Nobody show they flow infinite
I live it, love it, done it and did it
Visually vivid, committed, I spit
I kill at will, I'm in it to win it
I was born shell toein, elbowin, hell throwin
Gem glowin, strollion, trell owens, end zone
And my flow could leave your crew deceased
Go check the news release
It's under classified, you know who's rulin the east
Good grief, peep the article, blaze you with the audible
Spark you with the arsenal, can't stop the honorable
Bad to the bone, either condemn or condone
Strollion will go to war like Arafat to Syrone
Cause I'm the king of the throne, internationally known
Fuck a pen and a pad cause now I write on tablets of stone
Give the god credit, god headed, treat it like Allah said it
Classified, just the way it is, authentic
Written by: Luke Boyd, Olivier Nestor, S.Kaya, Silk Anne Kaya, W. Williams, Wesley st. aubyn williams
