Classified, Mic Boyd - Unexpected lyrics
[Classified, Mic Boyd - Unexpected lyrics]
Now I'm the type of kid who wears
Jogging pants to your downtown scene
Stay comfortable with a pound of brown weed
Lounge around streets and down a few Keiths
Pound a few beats
Ya'll know the sound is unique
Now who is this? Class, the last man standing
Gas can in hand trying to blast Grand Canyons
What, I gotta act hard to be a rap star?
I grew up in the sticks
Fighting hicks in my backyard
Ain't nothing pretty, far from the grimiest
Started in the 90's and it's
Still hard to find me
Sitting on the benches, still independent
But a Halflife artists attacks mics hardest
So open up your eyes, hold back
Stop the talking i speak to individuals so
Listen through a walkman
I know I say it often, hard to understand
But, I'm sick of doing shows
In front of 25 fans
We know, ya'll ain't ready
People, won't expect me
Class, stay ahead of this
Ya'll, reap the benefit's
Your whole steeze is devilish
And that's why, we ending it
Now I don't walk with a limp
I walk with a swagger in my step
Nova Scotia kid putting majors to the test
Behaviour is a mess, stressed
Wanna put this dagger in your chest
Feel like laying ya to rest
But, I calmed down and keep my head up
Ignoring all these wack rap cats
Who got me fed up doing this for class so
Fuck all the challengers
You wanna get your talent heard? Well let
Me mark it on my calendar
And we can do this, rhyme for rhyme
Who's fluid i let me frustrations out
Strictly through music
That's why I'm laid back when
I talk all the time
But, I'll smash you in the melon
If you cross that line
Listen, I ain't trying to
Make this physical now
You're pitiful pal comparing to
My lyrical style
A mile a minute I'm moving, keep running laps
Making heads turn till I hear something snap
(ahhhhhh)
We know, ya'll ain't ready
People, won't expect me
Class, stay ahead of this
Ya'll, reap the benefit's
Your whole steeze is devilish
And that's why, we ending it
"We will be here" "For-ever"
"Better recognize and try to analyze this"
"Get what I'm saying?"
Yo Grade 6, smart mouth teen
I thought I was the shit
Wearing acid wash jeans
Now I'm trying to take over
This rap and rock scene
Testing all teams when I'm letting off steam
Effecting ya'll beans, my flow is too dope
If I smoke another rapper I'll need
A hole in my throat
Never smoked weed all through
Senior high school
It just wasn't for me, I wrote rhymes
Recorded beats
But now aiyyo I'm known to get stoned quick
Get up on the net and
Start bootlegging my own shit
Grown kid, still throws fit's
Attack tracks with raps and stay focused
We know, ya'll ain't ready
People, won't expect me
Class, stay ahead of this
Ya'll, reap the benefit's
Your whole steeze is devilish
And that's why, we ending it
Yeah, yeah, Class back for another round
Jogging pants to your downtown scene
Stay comfortable with a pound of brown weed
Lounge around streets and down a few Keiths
Pound a few beats
Ya'll know the sound is unique
Now who is this? Class, the last man standing
Gas can in hand trying to blast Grand Canyons
What, I gotta act hard to be a rap star?
I grew up in the sticks
Fighting hicks in my backyard
Ain't nothing pretty, far from the grimiest
Started in the 90's and it's
Still hard to find me
Sitting on the benches, still independent
But a Halflife artists attacks mics hardest
So open up your eyes, hold back
Stop the talking i speak to individuals so
Listen through a walkman
I know I say it often, hard to understand
But, I'm sick of doing shows
In front of 25 fans
We know, ya'll ain't ready
People, won't expect me
Class, stay ahead of this
Ya'll, reap the benefit's
Your whole steeze is devilish
And that's why, we ending it
Now I don't walk with a limp
I walk with a swagger in my step
Nova Scotia kid putting majors to the test
Behaviour is a mess, stressed
Wanna put this dagger in your chest
Feel like laying ya to rest
But, I calmed down and keep my head up
Ignoring all these wack rap cats
Who got me fed up doing this for class so
Fuck all the challengers
You wanna get your talent heard? Well let
Me mark it on my calendar
And we can do this, rhyme for rhyme
Who's fluid i let me frustrations out
Strictly through music
That's why I'm laid back when
I talk all the time
But, I'll smash you in the melon
If you cross that line
Listen, I ain't trying to
Make this physical now
You're pitiful pal comparing to
My lyrical style
A mile a minute I'm moving, keep running laps
Making heads turn till I hear something snap
(ahhhhhh)
We know, ya'll ain't ready
People, won't expect me
Class, stay ahead of this
Ya'll, reap the benefit's
Your whole steeze is devilish
And that's why, we ending it
"We will be here" "For-ever"
"Better recognize and try to analyze this"
"Get what I'm saying?"
Yo Grade 6, smart mouth teen
I thought I was the shit
Wearing acid wash jeans
Now I'm trying to take over
This rap and rock scene
Testing all teams when I'm letting off steam
Effecting ya'll beans, my flow is too dope
If I smoke another rapper I'll need
A hole in my throat
Never smoked weed all through
Senior high school
It just wasn't for me, I wrote rhymes
Recorded beats
But now aiyyo I'm known to get stoned quick
Get up on the net and
Start bootlegging my own shit
Grown kid, still throws fit's
Attack tracks with raps and stay focused
We know, ya'll ain't ready
People, won't expect me
Class, stay ahead of this
Ya'll, reap the benefit's
Your whole steeze is devilish
And that's why, we ending it
Yeah, yeah, Class back for another round