Classified - Passion lyrics

Classified! (Classified)
Where you at?! (Where you at)

I'm right here

Can you feel that passion
(can you feel that passion) uh
Can you feel that passion
(can you feel that passion) uh yeah

Inside the place, with all the bass
With all all the bass with all all the bass
Yeah

Inside the place, with all the bass
(I feel like a rap star)
With all all the bass with all all the bass
Yeah

I go to sleep
Every night with a couple of girls (huh?)


'Cause my daughters won't sleep
In their own bed not what you think, I don't
Do it for the chicks, or the kicks
Imma do it for myself, and my homestead

Going hard, and I do it from afar
While I'm shooting for the stars
Like a telescope lens
I ain't talking 'bout rap
I'm talking 'bout where I'm at in my life
Accelerate until the road ends

(Keep it real) Used to be the saying
Now it's fake it and see who can make it
I'm just saying my fan base changed
But my sounds still classic
Show me anybody else this passionate

Imma no cast, a blast from the past
I'm pasty as hell, and my fashion is trash
Ain't nobody matchin' the passion of Class'
So I don't need your props
Or the pats on the back i'm good

Some get high, and some get low
I give you my heart and soul
I give you my passion, my passion
I give you my pa pa passion!

Some get high, and some get low
I give you my heart and soul
I give you my everything
Until I lose control

And then I gotta let, GO!

To the left then, to the right and
To the left then, to the right and
I've never felt this way before (yeah)
I've never felt this way before uh yeah

Now every morning when I wake up
I wake up ahead
Aches and pains, I break the chains
Split personality, razor cane
And I don't get your reality, David Blaine

You gotta go hard, or go home
Feel the pressure
But every now and then, get away
Go adventure drink that spiced rum
Smoke 'til the nights done
But don't say where you got the advice from
Yeah, I'm a great role model
'cause I don't quit shit
Imma sip the whole bottle
I'm so thirsty, I'm hungry
My belly keeps rumblin'
Tryin' to make something out of nothing

The mix master, made it in the game
Never had to dis rappers or
Have the "it" factor
I pull the plug on your misconception
And I ain't even talkin
'bout my skin complexion

Some get high, and some get low
I give you my heart and soul
I give you my passion, my passion
I give you my pa pa passion!

I had this kid ask me if
I really write my rhymes (What?)
I guess it's just a sign of the times
Lemme check
(one-two) yeah these rhymes is mine
It's the life of the party kid
We wine and dine

Get your hands to the sky, high
Rise and shine and keep your eyes wide open
'til the blinds recline
Half man and an animal, designed to grind
Imma mix into other mankind combined
(I'm a beast)

And the passions, coming from the sunnn

Yeah, I'm the compulsive obsessive
With a small touch of OC
Always on the go so, watch as we proceed
And I will never OD

But my flow leaves slow from my
Soul like a nose bleed
No sleep late nights getting crows feet
I can't quit it man, this passion controls me

Some get high, and some get low
I give you my heart and soul
I give you my passion, my passion
I give you my pa pa passion!

I never, I never yeah
Inside the place, with all the bass
With all all the bass with all all the bass