Classified - Hold Your Own lyrics

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 fuckin' 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

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

Here I am 20 years old trying to make it
Rippin' the microphone till
I'm muthafuckin' 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
Fuck you many rappers for

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