Classified - The Final Time lyrics

Name is Classified, MC and producer
Been doin this for a couple years now
Still tryin to get through to ya
Born in Nova Scotia close to
25 years ago or so
Started spittin around 15 and puttin
Beats down at 16 i was one in a million
No one ever tried what I did
There was no real hip hopers doin shit like
This in the place that I live
I came to Halifax and I've been
Here for like half a decade
Tryin to earn the respect of MC's
Didn't worry about tryin to get paid
And I won't lie
The reception I got was kinda lukewarm
But, I stuck with my craft
Perfected it in true form in every new song
Now I'm doin shows and tourin
Straight across the country
Supportin myself with music and startin
To make a little money

"Cla class right here, right here
Class i just want to know
What you think about Hip-Hop these
Days, in your eyes, how do you see it?"

Well if you ever listen to a track by Class
You'd know how I feel
But let me put it to ya plain and simple
I hate this shit for real
There ain't no skill, ain't no wordplay
Just mimics and clones
They all say they're keepin it real
But won't admit that they're wrong
And we got underground cats who are
Trying to be different that's respectable
But, it's a fine line between being different
And good'n and different and pitiful
Your beats are made with pots'n
Pans and they don't hit
And if you can flow on a beat then please
Just leave and don't spit'n that's it
I got nothin else to say about this rap shit
I'm doin me now, forget everyone else
I'm already passed it
Now it's about the masses and
Gettin my music out to'em
So I careless about these
So called, "MC's" screw'em, next question

I'm hearin all the same
Questions, same things, different interviews
Just another day goin by
Same reply comin outa Luke
Let me tell ya for the final time

"Could you tell me something no
One else knows about you?"
"Classified, could you tell me
Who inspires you?" "What's your real name?"

"Class, when did you first start rhymin?"
"Who are you workin with right now?"
"Class, Class where do ya
Where do ya got to go next what's next?"

Still writtin, still droppin bangers
Still spittin, still trying to enlighten
Doin beats for everybody from no
Names to Maestro Fresh Wes
Did a few songs on his new album
Some are sayin their his best yet
Toured with Ludacris
That was dope but pissed his management off
I'm a hard act to follow
At least that's what his management thought
I careless who I'm playin with
I still give 100%
I'm finally gettin recognized but still
Have trouble payin my rent
Workin on my tenth record, my tenth demo
Call it what you will
Still recordin in my bedroom studio
Without a record deal
But things will change, I'm a patient guy
I know what I'm workin with
This record industry's funny
You can't keep me behind curtains kid

"Class, Class, excuse me
You've been doin this for a little while now
What are you going to do
If it doesn't work out?"

Well a job ain't for me
I'll tell ya the truth I'm a lazy cat
So if this Hip-Hop shit don't work out
I got nowhere else to fall back
Ain't trying to go to school
Or go back to doing computer support
I FUCKIN HATED that job so of
Course it'll be my last resort
I'm trying to make some cash
Through rap so I can support my ass
But never change my style for anybody
Still the same old Class
And if I make it or not
It doesn't matter I'll still do this
Just behind closed doors the way
I started with this music

"Class, when did you first start rhymin?"
"Who are you workin with right now?"
"Class, Class where do ya
Where do ya got to go next what's next?"

"Class, tell me what makes you
Different from everyone else?"
"Where did you grow up at?"
"How old are you?"

"Do people compare you to Eminem?"
"Classified, how would you
Describe your music?"

It's Hip-Hop that's it stop
Askin the same questions