Leaders of the New School - Classic Material lyrics

CLASSIC! Busta Rhymes is cLASSIC! Dinco D is
CLASSIC! Charlie Brown is
CLASSIC! Milo in the Dance is
CLASSIC! Backspin is CLASSIC!
Cut to the Monitor, Monitor to the Cut
What? Milo in de Dance!

Bust this as I construct this like a blunt
Ropie dope, first quarter just start
Now people in the dance me au beh uni
Uni uni, fe big up in '92
No link to dust, watch brain cells bust
When I flip the script
I could make a Rev feel (lit)
You walkin' on shakey ground, call it warned
Now big up your chest if you could test LONS
Mr distress take a long rest
And I never, never
Never want to see you no more
See you no more, see you no more
Got Classic Material wall to wall



Hey, runnin' through computer chips
Leavin' trails of flesh
Disectable satons, crucial to summin' quest
Bless, yes, bust press on the drumpads
Breast caress chest may relieve stress, so
Consider the inner outta
Don't know if you oughta
Doubt a seat a eater Peter
What you sayin' after hours?
Players pop pills, pop stars blunt fanatics
The dramatics come runnin' up to me
The D to the O (Why it gotta be you, D?)
Which sees for insight within the C
Down with an (Oh my gosh) and a (C beeeee)
10-4 not Milo (Follow me)
Cuss, you mean us, Leaders as you see
You an MC, you an MC?
Well, no time to play, LP it in time
It's just another case, hey but I pace
Place another fact and exact I come (Oh)
Classic Material, we reign number one

Classic Material, Classic Material
LONS with the Classic Material
Classic Material, Classic Material
Everybody, we got the Classic Material

Hey, a new frontier, pioneer to steer
Rippin' and rhymin'
Rippin' and rhymin' every single year
365, 24 7, stomp, romp, stamp, amp
Floor keep steppin'
Merely, yearly, my base is
Always 1st, not 3rd, word
Catch the snatch
Patch in the latch of the hook of the book
Perhaps? (No haps)
If so (Hip-hop) Make 'em make 'em clap
Last class, I alphabetized the re rap
A boy came down every day, A-B-C-D-E
Now see what I say
C brown reflections of black (And)
The shade of the lyrical, here to kick facts
Give me a hit (Hit) for the classic elastic
Splastic dope on plastic
No illusion, no confusion, undecided
I'm invited, delighted and bite it
Material madness, raw for the core imperial
As I come with an aerial
Power from the L-shaped room
LONS, LONS we smoke boom!

When I make my music
I got the Classic Material
When I grab the microphone
You know I'm reignin' imperial
Wake up in the mornin'
Eat my whole wheat cereal
Historical styles combines with new musical
LONS wreck shit as usual
When we make a presence, yes
We got to make it visual
Mental, physical, then we come spiritual
Follow this shit here
Because this shit here is emotional
We express an emotion through a
Style they call lyrical
Mysterical, we make it
Complicated and technical
Numerical as we move down like a decimal
(East Coast stomp) 'Cause you know
That is the principle look at here
What you see is four individuals this time
You know we're goin' to form in institutional
So that we can become one
And become more powerful
You're livin' mystical, i-
-dentify yourself as you face the universal
Rippin' it at will and it's
Done with no rehearsal
Movin' like you're dusted and you're
Caught up in somethin' trivial
TIME is eternal when you have the

Classic Material, yes Material, yes Material
You know we got Material, Classic Material
Yes Material, yes Material, Classic Material!