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Classified! (Classified) |
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Where you at?! (Where you at) |
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I'm right here. |
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Can you feel that passion (can you feel that passion) |
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Uh Can you feel that passion (can you feel that passion) |
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Uh Yeah Inside the place, with all the bass with all all the bass with all all the bass |
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Yeah Inside the place, with all the bass (I feel like a rap star) with all all the bass with all all the bass |
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Yeah I go to sleep, every night with a couple of girls (huh?!) ' |
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Cuz my daughters won't sleep in their own bed |
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Not what you think, |
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I don't do it for the chicks, or the kicks |
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I'ma do it for myself, and my homestead. |
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Going hard, and |
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I do it from afar while |
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I'm shooting for the stars, like a telescope lens. |
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I ain't talking 'bout rap, |
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I'm talking 'bout where |
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I'm at in my life, accelerate until the road ends. (Keep it real) |
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Used to be the sayin' |
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Now it's fake it and see who can make it, |
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I'm just sayin' |
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My fan base changed, but my sounds still classic, show me anybody else this passionate |
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I'ma no cast, a blast from the past, |
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I'm pasty as hell, and my fashion is trash. |
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Ain't nobody matchin' the passion of |
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Class So I don't need your props, or the pats on the back |
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I'm good [Chorus:] |
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Some get high, and some get low, |
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I give you my heart and soul |
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I give you passion, my passion |
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I give you my pa-pa-passion! |
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Some get high, and some get low, |
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I give you my heart and soul |
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I give you my everything |
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Until I lose control |
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And then I gotta let, |
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GO! Too the left then, too the right and, |
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Too the left then, too the right and... |
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I've never felt this way before (yeah) |
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I've never felt this way before |
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Uh Yeah Now every morning when |
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I wake up, |
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I wake up ahead |
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Aches and pains, |
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I break the chains |
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Split personality, razor cane |
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And I don't get your reality, |
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David Blaine. |
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You gotta go hard, or go home, feel the pressure |
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But every now and then, get away, go adventure |
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Drink that spiced rum, smoke 'til the nights done |
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But don't say where you got the advice from |
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Yeah, I'm a great role model, 'cuz |
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I don't quit shit, |
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I'ma sip the whole bottle |
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I'm so thirsty, |
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I'm hungry, my belly keeps rumblin' |
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Tryin' to make something out of nothing. |
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The mix master, made it in the game, |
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Never had to dis rappers |
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However, if after, |
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I pull the plug on your misconception |
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And I ain't even talkin 'bout my skin complexion [Chorus] |
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I had this kid ask me if |
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I really write my rhymes (wa-WHAT?!) |
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I guess it's just a sign of the times. |
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Lemme check (one-two) |
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Yeah these rhymes is mine |
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It's the life of the party kid, we wine and dine. |
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Get your hands to the sky, high, rise and shine |
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And keep your eyes wide open 'til the blinds recline |
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Half man and an animal, designed to grind |
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I'ma mix into other mankind combined (I'ma beast!) |
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And the passions, coming from the sunnn |
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Yeah, I'm the compulsive obsessive, with a small touch of |
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OC Always on the go so, watch as we proceed |
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And I will never |
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OD But my flow leaves slow from my soul, like a nose bleed |
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No sleep late nights gettin crows feet, |
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I can't quit it man, this passion controls me [Chorus] |
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I never, I never... |
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Yeah Inside the place, with all the bass with all all the bass with all all the bass |
