Classified
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Bringing information
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[Verse 1:]
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It's all a thinking process kid
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My mind begins a track
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Frequency above the normal way your head like interact
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Try to counteract
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And wonder how I got up in your brains
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Just before you made your record information was your claim to fame
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but now you talking like you made it off your street life
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Every now and then ?? be leading to freak mics
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So keep tight
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And keep your head from wondering
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I'll be known as Class, the kid that everyone be honourin'
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So by surprise acts, I except with open arms
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Never thinking I'm a God in my soul, I got the high roll
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You define gold selling, a certain amount of records
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Well who's respect did you earn? Baby you got burned
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Haven't you learned that the job you doin's half-assed
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Smash That
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Everybody knows that I'ma last laugh
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so past that on the peoples in your clique
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cause when I be laying rhymes you know it's guaranteed thick
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[Chorus: x2]
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Never slowing down son I got no time for wasting
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Cause Class is all about bringing information
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And when I'm on the mic I speak to every single nation
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Cause Class is all about bringing information
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[Verse 2:]
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There comes a time in everybody's simple life when everything gets complicated
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try to dodge it and debate it but a
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how do you think we got this far? On are own brain?
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years of fucking signs, blowin' up like it was propane
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I'ma take you to a spot where everyone can see
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givin' props to every person who supported me
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(like who)
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Jolly Green
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Quincy Brun, we still in contact
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Can't forget Jorun for helping me record my first rap
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in the years to come
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Got to speak on different terms
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Never learn
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If we keep repeating on another sermon
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I keep on burning like a candle in the wind
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think my flame is blowin' out? kid I got to much adrenaline
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You'll never hold me down
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So, give up
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And throw the towel in
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Knocked out again, I take home the medallion
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your trialing behind son
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moving to the foreground, so don't talk shit
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puffing up your top lip
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3:]
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So open up your mind, Don't forget about the facts
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Everything ain't what you hear, you got to see to believe it last
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Lots of people talking (Class, I'll be done for years)
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but when I'm bowling through all the people run for clear
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kid I ain't mad at cha, I gotta live my own life
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This is the way I picked my plan I got to hold on tight
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And if I'm right, then I'm right
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if I'm wrong then oh well
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There ain't no pressure on my soul I got to pay my toll
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Every person pays a price, one time or other
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It doesn't matter what your name be or ya colour
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you take your shot, I'll take my chance and we can end at that
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and leave the drama for these kids who wanna try to rap
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[Chorus x2]
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Information
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