Unexplainable Hunger Classified (Ft. Choclair & Royce Da 5'9")

[Intro - Royce Da 5'9" - talking] (*echo*)
Hahaha, excellence
What up east coast!
My man Classified, holla at your boy

[Break - Royce Da 5'9" - talking] (Sample) [Classified]
(I feel a warm breeze)
(It moved my life)
The M.I.C. baby
(It feels closer now)
It's called Unexplainable Hunger
(As I get older)
From U.S. to Canada
[Mic check one, two]
(I feel a warm breeze)
Of course my name is Royce 5'9"
(It moved my life) [yeah, yeah, yeah]
(It feels closer now)
(As I get older)
[You want to set this off?]
Yeah, yeah [let 'em know]
(I feel a warm breeze)

[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"] [Sample]
Once upon a time in the city of crime
A nigga named Nickel Nine, came in with the nine
Flamin, with the rhyme, the flame quick as the nine
Aimin at the game sayin "the city is mines" (now)
He looked like the type you underestimate
He's never a suspect, no one investigates (uh huh)
He be beatin them charges with mothers and fathers goin [older, older]
(Royce 5'9")
It should be a felony to be this vicious on the beat
I'm dope, I'm sellin D like a Piston on the streets
Yellin "D!", for the cheddar cheese
The cheddar I brought, letter B
Like a spelling bee, the pathetic bark, let it be (be, be)
Or get ya chain snatched y'all (y'all)
Jaw cut is a stain of train track scar (scar)
Whoever think of talkin shit to me'll be a memory
His train of thought will stain that car [I feel a warm breeze] (uh)
I will stretch your dreams from the front seat to the back seat, if I
Could blow a brain that far
Niggas want to get to know me all cause the way I be spittin
Every ho, every bitch in the city be goin ...