Unpredictable Lyrics

Classified Unpredictable

I'm so sick with this microphone I feel ill 
Like I got 30 different people wanting shit like I was retail 
I'm done giving favors give back the pad and pencils
Perform accapella getting no more instrumentals  F..ck potential son 
Cause you ain't got the heart or drive
You can talk what you want I'll emerge with a darker side 
My marker glides covers wide spread 
Plus reflect life on paper, the verbal vibrator
Bringing pleasure to these ears of these hip hop heads
Now f..ck it Class bring it to everyone who is not dead
Shit you killing me, now forget the credibility
Let's compare stability, and willingly, lyrical ability 
Production wise, I can't be touched (I can't be touched)
And on the microphone I ain't the dopest, but still dope as f..ck 
Conceited, and cocky, I call this confidence 
Innerself compliments with no equivalents, Now
 
Chorus (2 times)