Classified - Hold Your Own lyrics

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[Verse 1:]

Leave it all to hip hop

To make your simple ????

I'm seeing people in the lights turning dark and that's for real son

Because when I'm coming I never go commercial

And other rappers, they be going in reversal

But me when you know me is goin' straight ahead never

Never goin' the wrong way because my style ?? crews better

Let there be light till the end of the tunnel

Take a walk with me and treat your mind just like a funnel

Your lookin' at the situation

MC's for simulation

Intoxication must be something if they keep on frontin'

Cause nothing could make me wanna quit or even forfeit

Well and if you wanna see class then take a fuckin' portrait

Or portfolio but this ain't the rodeo

But if you wanna go toe to toe

Then lets stop the show and get it on

Like marvyn gaye you make the [?]

Yea, one time for ya mind

[Hook:]

Many rappers be spittin game (think they're 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

[Verse 2:]

When I'll be on the microphone I'm goin' off just like the power

And plus I bring that beat that keeps your head bobbin' for hours

And now I could take it to another fragrance

So keep on smellin' the funks that your body

Yellin' out to the flashy rappers

Or yet the crappy actors

You can call it what you want, just don't let it pass you by

And Classified 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 because you be slippin' on the beats I've committed

And every time you did it you be thinkin' it's terrific

But come on son you just a dream of going to sleep

MC's bowing down on the rival on defeat

Take it how you want it, give it how you feel is right

Talkin' at the mouth, MC's tryin' to earn a mic

[Verse 3:]

What would rappers try to do if they never had a rhyme

Tryin' to be a story teller and having no say like Hellen Keller

But I'm a dweller, so i'm gonna speak what goin' in mind

Takin' day, months, years, that don't matter it just time

I'm gonna climb the ladder of life, for real

so what the deal?

how you out to try and make me out to be a killa

[?] to check to my grille-a, this how I feel ya

so don't be pushy or I'll be the one to up and spill ya

yea, that's how I proved to be committed with my very own words

five years payin' dues

never thought I would lose, but yo I never won a thing so I lost

and if I'm goin' down well then I guess I paid the cost

only time will 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 fuck you lookin' for?

[Hook x2]