Hold Your Own Classified

*Grippin' the microphone till I'm muthafuckin' 60*

[Verse 1]
Leave it all to hip-hop to make your simple brain start to go numb
I'm seein' peoples in the lights turn to dark and that's for real, son
Cause when I'm comin' I never go commer-cial
And other rappers they be goin' in rever-sal
But me, what you know me, is goin' straight ahead
I'm never, goin' the wrong way because my style always approves better
Let there, be light to the end of every tunnel
Take a walk with me, and use your mind just like a funnel
Your lookin' at the situation, MC's with symbolation
Intoxication must be somethin' if they keep on frontin'
Cuz nothin', could make me wanna quit or even forfeit
And if you wanna see Class, take a fuckin' portrait
Or portfolio, but this ain't the rodeo
But if you wanna go toe to toe, ding let's start the show
And get it on, like Marvin Gaye or maybe Sugar Ray, ha
Yeah, one time for ya mind

[Hook]
Many rappers be spittin' game think they sayin' somethin'
But when they turn around all they see is people frontin'
Makin' music, think it's hard to the bone
But deep inside your soul, you can never hold your own