Addicted-Classified

Check, Check yo What's it all about, hip hop what dose it mean? I'm addicted to this sh*t and I ain't ever comin clean To be all you can be But son you under pressure Oh damn I'm so addicted to it man [Verse 1:] Yo it started off at an early age, twelve to be exact Got addicted to this sh*t that made my neck snap back It was an experimental I guess I knew no better And uh after I tried I knew I'd need this sh*t forever The days went by the months they rapidly switched And then my brain started feelin' effects from all the hits It was peer pressure, everybody did it Not really but I feel I hadda be just another addict It was time for a change, hadda move quick The next step up in my life hadda be proved thick So then I did what I never thought I would do That's when I started sellin' hits to the people in my crew I passed it all around, and gave a sample here and there I gave a bit, took a bit, and got my people on the sh*t What did I do? I'm lookin' back now, I'm reminiscing Bout the kids they didn't do it never knew what they were missing Yo class what would you do if you never had it in your mind I'd probably be another sucker doin nothin' all the time But I'm going to go out and get mine So let me get REAL HIGH till the day that I die A couple years later Nothing's changed it's all the same And I still be tryin' to get high up in this [?] game I gotta be all I can be or be more than that Cause if I'm jogging down the path I'm sure I'll lose it like [?] Last seconds for a chance Last second for a stance So I gotta stand my ground Your like a pronoun And Classified never played it like that So if I'm ever go down damn right I'm gonna fight back (yeah) How could it ever happen to me? I always felt that I was different cause I was rappin for free The same line, the same verse, the same story Don't know another face that's getting paid in my territory Now on the other hand I know the money that be thrown away Buyin all the records and tapes that we don't even play Runnin out of money, yo I'm lookin at eviction I gotta find a cure for this addiction Yo and in the present, I don't know what to do any more Should I go see the devil layer try to get help every day With the beats and the rhymes I'm a fanatic I got a problem I can't help it I'm an addict The first step to ever kick it is admit it If you ain't ever doing that than you're hopeless so forget it What can you do? Well I don't know but here's a couple facts You can try some cold turkey, chewing gum, or use the patch And as for me, well now I deal my own I got sick of buyin' weak sh*t, tired out with freak sh*t Decided just to be another contender Another offender, but never be a pretender Surrendering never even went across my mind Divine, stayin above hip hop the game that I love I'ma keep making' beats, find the breaks are getting' tired Everybody wants to hear so Class be the supplier