Three Beats & a MC

Some may come slow, others much faster

Some may come slow, others much faster

It's just my lifestyle, I'm collectin' like wild

Yeah, ha, ayo now who's that kid, won't slip, talk shit

My slip's hittin' hard, tear the legs from your hips

(Can you bang with the clique?) I'ma bang 'til your sick

'Til you can't take it son, I'll remain on the list

(Watch me blow by) MCs never had a chance

If you reach for the mic then I'm severin' your hand

I'm better than your mans, your cousin and your idol

I'm takin' every title, go ahead, shoot your rifle

(Still won't stop) And I (Keep it movin')

Ayo, blast on the track, Class laugh if you're losin'

Fuck tryin' to prove 'em, your skills are (Worn down)

Stopped in your tracks and you're wretched (Fall down)

I spit one verse and get a technical knockout

Get pounds all around, wear my jacket and walk out

I lock out the game, you get knocked out your frame

I'll creep in your classroom and burn it to flames

Some may come slow, others much faster

Some may come slow, others much faster

It's just my lifestyle, I'm collectin' like wild

Now I got forty different ways that I can take over your airways

Spit my shit rough but always landin' on the fairway

Class, I ain't tryin' to practice fair play

I'm tryin' to blindfold my enemies and chuck 'em down a staircase

Crash land on every last man

From here to Afghan, y'all can catch the back hand

'Cept the Class fans, I blast mans with the rhymes that I use

Until your mind get confused, y'all need a CAT scan

And I'm just askin', why do MCs always wanna talk?

When I ain't up in the place they tryin' to tell me off

Call you the next day, you act like you're shook

Keep my name out your mouth, I'll fill your mouth with my foot

I'm stompin' on the scene and got my people on the side

We used to do a lot of things but now our brain's gone and fried

But I'm real calm inside, keep this rap shit together

And I started off with skills but now I'm more dope than ever

Damn, I need my weed lit, before I spit this on a remix

If you don't like it, eat shit and I mean this

If it ain't broke then leave it, but we tryin' to see chicks

On the floor until their knees split (I'm flowin' 'til you're seasick)

And if your man's steppin' up, he'll get his teeth chipped

(Scream) "Fuck you!" 'Cross the club hopin' that he reads lips

I don't just spit, I breathe this (The game ain't got a recess)

Yo, I'm goin' full out until I pull out and leave this

Yo, blowin' up the scene so my spit is more than bomb threats

Crack you in the back with these tracks and foreign objects

Drop verses and topics combined with morbid concepts

Guaranteed to make these MCs forfeit their contracts

Class ain't waitin' for these record labels to call

I'm waitin' for these motherfuckin' rappers to fall

I'm askin' you all, you ready for the trash talkin'?

Pants saggin'? Kid from the outback who's dope and you know that?

I got my shit together, more than explosive

Quit ignorin' the dopest, I swear sometimes it's hopeless

And I always keep it grounded, I'm spittin' out frustration

I'm a very picky person and don't got enough patience

So I said, "Fuck the wait! I'ma do this by myself"

Wrote my first rhyme and dropped my first beat with no help

So go to hell, thanks for nothin', I'll remember

Exactly what you did (Nothin'!) I'll remember