Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Unexpected, artist - Classified. Album song Trial and Error, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.02.2003
Record label: fontana north, Halflife
Song language: English
Unexpected |
| I’m the type of kid who wears jogging pants to your downtown scene |
| Stay comfortable with a pound of brown weed |
| Lounge around streets and down a few Keiths, |
| Pound a few beats, ya’ll know the sound is unique |
| Now, who is this, Class, last man standing |
| Gas can in hand trying to blast Grand Canyons |
| What, I gotta act hard to be a rap star? |
| I grew up in the sticks fighting hicks in my backyard |
| Ain’t nothing pretty, far from the grimiest |
| Started in the 90's and it’s still hard to find me |
| Sitting on the benches, still independent |
| But a Halflife artists, attacks mics hardest |
| So open up your eyes, hold back, stop the talking |
| I speak to individuals so listen through a walkman |
| I know I say it often, hard to understand |
| But I’m sick of doing shows in front of 25 fans |
| We know, ya’ll ain’t ready |
| People, won’t expect me |
| Class, stay ahead of this |
| Ya’ll, reap the benefits |
| Your whole steeze is devilish |
| And that’s why, we ending it! |
| Now I don’t walk with a limp, I walk with a swagger in my step |
| Nova Scotia kid putting majors to the test |
| Behavior is a mess, stressed, wanna put this dagger in your chest |
| Feel like laying ya to rest |
| But I calmed down and keep my head up |
| Ignoring all these wack rap cats who got me fed up |
| Doing this for class so fuck all the challengers |
| You wanna get your talent heard, well let me mark it on my calendar |
| And we can do this, rhyme for rhyme, who’s fluid |
| I let me frustrations out strictly through music |
| That’s why I’m laid back when I talk all the time |
| But I’ll smash you in the melon if you cross that line |
| Listen, I ain’t trying to make this physical now |
| Ya pitiful pal, comparing to my lyrical style |
| A mile a minute, moving, keep running laps |
| Making heads turn till I hear something snap |
| Yo, Grade 6, smart mouth teen |
| I thought I was the shit wearing acid wash jeans |
| Now I’m trying to take over this rap and rock scene |
| Testing all teams when I’m letting off steam |
| Effecting ya’ll beans, my flow is to dope |
| If I smoke another rapper, I’ll need a hole in my throat |
| Never smoked weed all through senior high school. |
| It just wasn’t for me, I wrote rhymes recorded beats |
| But now, ah yo, I’m known to get stoned quick |
| Get up on the net and start bootlegging my own shit |
| Grown kid, still throws fits |
| Attack tracks with rap and stay focused |