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