Texty: Classified. Hitch Hikin' Music. Put It All In Perspective.

[verse 1]
yeah
listen
emcees don't sleep, wake up check the schedule
Class on the mic, turn me up another decible
some think i make money copein through a festival
some think i'm dope, and they put me on a pedistal
some say i'm cocky though, and tell me that my head is full
but i don't need 'em though, cause that's what real friends are for
and i don't know you man, sorry my attention's short
shouldn't pay attention, to a stupid message board
i take it all for what it's worth, you can rest ashore
and i don't fall for stupid shit, like sex wit whores
i'm on the road to rock shows, and get paid
i play hard to get, so i'm hard to get played
i stay out the clubs, cause i don't need the static
it's hot enough in here, so i stay out of the attic
i don't rap wit rappers, so all yall fuck off
you aint scared of nothin, so drop all the tough talk

[chorus x2]
i got somethin to say, so let me get into it
no time for wastin, i aint tryin to be a nuesence
no way, i'm tryin to make a point so respect it
(i'm holdin it down, and put it all in perspective)

[verse 2]
yeah
and when my tongue twist, i run this dumb shit
hit hard like drum sticks, on drum kits, pump this
play this in the streets, for the heads, or the club for the drunk chicks
(yeah) beats bang, plus i spit till my gums split
you mighta knew me from the hey now song
and i dropped maritimes, another played out song
but the real heads know this, Class is the man
what these fake heads think, i'm a flash in the pan
(listen) i was spittin before you existed
shit kid, i was enlisted before you showed interest
before you knew how to use furry hoops, or had a clue of master beats, and the rubix cube too
i don't handle biz, when i'm smokin my green
if you call when i'm high, then you get my machine
and any person know kid, it's just how i do it
so don't inturupt, when i'm tryna do my music

[chorus]
i got somethin to say, so let me get into it
no time for wastin, i aint tryin to be a nuesence
no way, i'm tryin to make a point so respect it
(i'm holdin it down, and put it all in perspective x5)

[verse 3]
(whoo!) and i was raised by my parents, to speak wit manners
growin up fairytale, like believin in santa
got excited over small things, like treats from grandma
same thing now, except it's weed from the manager
love mary jane, shit i think it's awsome
it's wierd how pot heads like to brag about their problems
now i got people tryin to say i do coke
well i never put a motherfuckin thing in my nose, okay
do you, but it's not for me, fuck it's all i got, i keep my nostrils clean
you could quit with the cost of the talkin and all that
worry bout yourself, not me, now fall back

[chorus]
i got somethin to say, so let me get into it
no time for wastin, i aint tryin to be a nuesence
no way, i'm tryin to make a point so respect it
(i'm holdin it down and put it all in perspective)
i got somethin to say, so let me get into it
no time for wastin, i aint tryin to be a nuesence
no way, i'm tryin to make a point so respect it
(i'm holdin it down and put it all in perspective x5)

(Thanks to Chelsea for these lyrics)