Classified - Unpredictable lyrics

When I react on tracks I make
Necks snap with raw rap
Underrated too much but critics
I don't follow that you can't even dream of
Looking through my eyes
And be compared to the same guy
Now open up your reservoir, all and all
Draining body fluids now watch me do it
Or complicate the situation, screw it
Cause how the fuck you gonna play this game
You took it far enough my turn erasing names
I'll make an MC flips backwards
Even let you rap first
Blow away your format
How can you ignore that
Shit, your rap style expired long ago
Now you falling off plus
Your peoples like domino here we go again
Classified saying same shit that
He did back when well I'm pissed off and
Ain't getting no better
Seeing weak mc's on TV that's the
Reason that I'm fed up

Who be, I be, Class verbal drug pusher
Yall can check his pulse
Through your subwoofer, and
Who me, what you heart beat provider
Motivate myself to keep the
Rest of yall inspired

How's a ritual like this
Treated pitiful and shit
Looking for these individuals
To verbally commit
Take some action on your words
Like speaking from the heart
Talk about experience but never
Played the part
Got some smart shit to say, don't ya
Rappers entering this game biting like a
Vulture and saying fuck the culture
Talking image like that's how you portrayed
While this cross eyed rapper dudes
Reflecting off my attitude
Now drop the eloquence I never had it in me
And never seen no christyle ever in my city
So pop the great white and let's
Have a drink or two
Shit, I'm wasted on half a
Pint of vodka ain't you
Damn, I guess that means I'm pussy
Never had no pressure in my life to push me
Staying focused on the topic at hand
To battle back from any mc or man
Now that's that true shit

Who be, I be, Class verbal drug pusher
Yall can check his pulse
Through your subwoofer, and
Who me, what you heart beat provider
Motivate myself to keep the
Rest of yall inspired

I'm so sick with this microphone I feel ill
Like I got 30 different people wanting
Shit like I was retail
I'm done giving favors give back
The pad and pencils
Perform accapella getting no
More instrumentals fuck potential son
Cause you ain't got the heart or drive
You can talk what you want I'll
Emerge with a darker side
My marker glides covers wide spread
Plus reflect life on paper
The verbal vibrator
Bringing pleasure to these ears of
These hip hop heads
Now fuck it Class bring it to
Everyone who is not dead
Shit you killing me
Now forget the credibility
Let's compare stability, and willingly
Lyrical ability
Production wise, I can't be touched
(I can't be touched)
And on the microphone I ain't the dopest
But still dope as fuck
Conceited, and cocky, I call this confidence
Innerself compliments with no equivalents
Now

Who be, I be, Class verbal drug pusher
Yall can check his pulse
Through your subwoofer, and
Who me, what you heart beat provider
Motivate myself to keep the
Rest of yall inspired