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