Hold Your Own-Classified

Leave it all to hip-hop to make your simple brain start to go numb I'm seein' peoples in the lights turn to dark and that's for real, son Cause when I'm comin' I never go commer-cial And other rappers they be goin' in rever-sal But me, what you know me, is goin' straight ahead I'm never, goin' the wrong way because my style always approves better Let there, be light to the end of every tunnel Take a walk with me, and use your mind just like a funnel Your lookin' at the situation, MC's with symbolation, Intoxication must be somethin' if they keep on frontin' Cuz nothin', could make me wanna quit or even forfeit And if you wanna see Class, take a f**kin' portrait Or portfolio, but this ain't the rodeo But if you wanna go toe to toe, ding let's start the show And get it on, like Marvin Gaye or maybe Sugar Ray, ha Yeah, one time for ya mind [Hook] Many rappers be spittin' game think they sayin' somethin' But when they turn around all they see is people frontin' Makin' music, think it's hard to the bone But deep inside your soul, you can never hold your own When I be on the microphone I'm goin' off just like the power And plus I bring the beat that keeps your head bobbin' for hours And now I, could take it to another fragrance So keep on smellin', the funk's got your body yellin' help To the flashy rappers, or yet the crappy actors You can call it what ya want just don't let it pass ya by And Classified's takin' over, kid And that's the way it's goin' down and that's the way it is So move along, move aside, now rest assure That every brother who can rap thinks he's all that but fall back Cuz you be slippin' on the beats that I committed And everytime you did it you'd be thinkin' it's terrific But come on, son you just a dreamer gone to sleep Mc's bowin' down on the rival on the feet Take it as you want it, give it how you feel is right Talkin' at the mouth them MC's tryna earn a mic [Bridge] *Here I am 20 years old trying to make it Rippin' the microphone till I'm muthaf**kin' 60 Here I am 20 years old trying to make it Here I am, here I am, here I am...* What would rappers try to do if they never heard a rhyme Trying to be a story teller havin' no say like Helen Keller But I'm much weller, so when I speak what's goin in my mind Take ya days, months, years that don't matter it's just time I'mma climb, the ladder of luck, for real So what's the deal, how you tryna make me out to be a killa The check 1, 2 mic thrilla, that's how I feel ya So don't be pushy or I'll be the one to up and spill ya Yeah, that's how I prove to be committed with my very own words Five years, payin' dues, never thought that I would lose But yo I never wanted things so I lost And if I'm goin' down then I guess I paid the cost Only time would tell if I made it back But four tapes later kid I'm still makin' raps I guess I'm just an addict I gotta get some more But all you other rappers what the xxxx you many rappers for