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[Chorus 1: Scratched Samples - w/ ad libs] "We be goin, goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down" "I'm a give it, as far as you can take-take it" "Class" "Throughout the east, south, west and the north" "We be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down" "I'm a give it, as far as you can take-take-take it" "Class" "Once again" [Verse 1: Classified] Yeah, uh, they call me Class - The MC, refresh the memory Hands in the sky, with the crowd to a frenzy Whether it's empty or packed like Wembley I got a track record athletes would envy No need for jewels or a Bentley I'm fresher than Dentyne on a ten speed, shoppin at Frenchie's (Class) I guess you could say I've been green Since this hemp weed, hope then condemn me I don't want to be a God damn rock star All strung out and beaten down like a stock car I'll agree I'm a bit of a pessimist Mad scientist mixed with a perfectionist I find this rap shit acts therapeutically Without the hourly rate to abuse a beat And true indeed, do whatever so beautifully Letras de cancionesEver since puberty but never was musically (Class) They said I was goin nowhere But look I'm now here and ain't goin nowhere Fingers in the crates, still diggin for the breaks In the flesh, fresh is what I'm bringin to the plate (yes) [Chorus 2: Scratched Samples - w/ ad libs] "Goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down" "I'm a give it, as far as you can take it" "Get ya head right" "Class" "Throughout the east, south, west and the north" "We be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down" "I'm a give it, as far as you can take-take-take it" "Class" "Once again" "Self-self-self explanatory" [Verse 2: Classified] Aiyyo, my head held high as I get in position Real MC, I fit the description What I'm spittin out needs no encryption I am conditioned to vibe to the rhythm I've been sittin in the back with my eyes on the prize High, tryin to visualize A game with no strains, stress, no pain Got me pullin out my hair, yes, pass the Rogaine (Class) Push wigs back like Davy Crockett So touch up your front line like Jamie Foxx did Shit I'm a problem, honorably honest But all this braggin and talk is exhaustin (uh) I've had it, rappers always rappin how good they rap Now what the fuck is the good of that? I know, you kill the beat like no one else But me literally the rhyme speak for itself I never ran to the States tryin to get signed For me it was never +Get Rich Or Die Tryin'+ Broke tradition and made 'em go the distance Signed, sealed, delivered but on my own conditions [Chorus 2] [Outro: Classified - talking] And if you don't think I'm the coolest dude, well that's cool too 'Cause what's cool to you, ain't cool to me And what's cool to me, ain't cool to you Yeah, Class is in session but school is through Peace [echo] From Letras Mania