Classified - Unexpected lyrics

(feat. Mic Boyd)

[Verse 1:]

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

[Chorus: x2]

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!

[Verse 2:]

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

[Chorus]

{We will be here}

{For}{Ever}

{Better recognize and try to analyze this}

{Get what i'm saying}

[Verse 3:]

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

[Chorus x2]