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)
