Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Unpredictable, artist - Classified. Album song While You Were Sleeping, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.11.2007
Record label: fontana north, Halflife
Song language: English
Unpredictable |
When I react on tracks I make necks snap with raw rap |
Underrated too much but critics I don’t follow that |
You can’t even dream of looking through my eyes |
And be compared to the same guy |
Now open up your reservoir, all and all, Draining body fluids |
Now watch me do it, or complicate the situation, screw it Cause how the fuck you gonna play this game |
You took it far enough my turn erasing names |
I’ll make an MC flips backwards, even let you rap first |
Blow away your format, how can you ignore that |
Shit, your rap style expired long ago |
Now you falling off plus your peoples like domino |
Here we go again |
Classified saying same shit that he did back when |
Well I’m pissed off and ain’t getting no better |
Seeing weak mc’s on TV that’s the reason that I’m fed up Chorus (2 times) |
Who be, I be, Class |
Verbal drug pusher |
Yall can check his pulse through your subwoofer, and |
Who me, what you |
Heart beat provider |
Motivate myself to keep the rest of yall inspired |
How’s a ritual like this, treated pitiful and shit |
Looking for these individuals to verbally commit |
Take some action on your words, like speaking from the heart |
Talk about experience but never played the part |
Got some smart shit to say, don’t ya Rappers entering this game biting like a vulture and saying fuck the culture |
Talking image like that’s how you portrayed |
While this cross eyed rapper dudes, reflecting off my attitude |
Now drop the eloquence I never had it in me |
And never seen no christyle ever in my city |
So pop the great white and let’s have a drink or two |
Shit, I’m wasted on half a pint of vodka ain’t you |
Damn, I guess that means I’m pussy |
Never had no pressure in my life to push me Staying focused on the topic at hand |
To battle back from any mc or man, now that’s that true shit |
Chorus (2 times) |
I’m so sick with this microphone I feel ill |
Like I got 30 different people wanting shit like I was retail |
I’m done giving favors give back the pad and pencils |
Perform accapella getting no more instrumentals |
Fuck potential son |
Cause you ain’t got the heart or drive |
You can talk what you want I’ll emerge with a darker side |
My marker glides covers wide spread |
Plus reflect life on paper, the verbal vibrator |
Bringing pleasure to these ears of these hip hop heads |
Now fuck it Class bring it to everyone who is not dead |
Shit you killing me, now forget the credibility |
Let’s compare stability, and willingly, lyrical ability |
Production wise, I can’t be touched (I can’t be touched) |
And on the microphone I ain’t the dopest, but still dope as fuck |
Conceited, and cocky, I call this confidence |
Innerself compliments with no equivalents, Now |
Chorus (2 times) |