All About You (Retrospected) [feat. Breagh Isabel & Brett Matthews] - Classified

[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)

(For the hip hop heads) (For the MC's, for the Dj's) (Grafitti, the beatboys) (Please come up to the front) Shit I'm up late Tryin' to re-record my dubb tape It's love hate-and this game is in a rough state Some kids hate and wanna show up at my club dates (Go and talk shit I'll) shut you up with duct tape This is goin' out to DJ's with vinyls For every hip hop head-black to albino Record executives who still got they spinal Drop this for kids who wear they pants low in high school (Come on) And nothin' ever comes for free Imma send this out to everyone who runs with me Help me build up and live life comfortably I'll remember everything that you've done for me So let me talk Clear out my brain and get props Spit this for kids with a real love of hip hop Fuck all the "blah blah blah blah same thing Where everybody says the same thing" I can't stand that This is for the girls who got their mans back Can appreciate a song that ain't a dance track Spittin' this right here for everyone who's original Drop somethin' different not the same old (Ya'll know the name) Class, get em' up (Claimin' that you pack heat) (What-the fuck) (Represent hip hop, MC's, Dj's, grafitti) (Dancin' we be hoppin' and boppin') Haha Yo I'll admit life is tricky I know some kids in this game who'd die to hit me-jealous bastards Open your mouth and you're gettin' slapped backwards Drop this for kids who have a beer and are plastered Spittin' this for the marajuana smokers For anybody-high, drunk, or sober I drop this for painters and every street breaker The 5th element of hip hop-the beat makers Got beef-we'll meet later I got more important things to do Then start shit and swing with you (But bring your crew) And when I got time I'll spit a verse off the top of the head "Your career seein' stop signs" Drop rhymes That make you stop tryin' In the right mind So I never pop mines Can't afford lost time I need to keep movin' (I will win this game) Cause I can't afford losin' (Go ahead) This is for the ones I hung around with (Go ahead) This is for the ones who kept me grounded (And the rest of y'all) This is for the haters who hate me Lately I couldn't care less-I wish you all the best Sendin' this out to everyone in Halifax Ha Joe Run, Jolly Green, Flex Man, my man J-Bru, Bonshah, can't forget Ground Squad, Spesh K, J-Bizzy, my little brother Mic B, M2R Entertainment, Trobiz Mista Kaspa, TKO, (ha) and Dj Ivy on the cuts

I've been waiting on some good news (so good, so good) For the clouds to part and let the light shine through I wanna wake up to a better tomorrow 'Cause I've had enough, where is the trust, where is the truth? It's about time for some good news I been waiting on some good news (gimme that) For the clouds to part and let the light shine through I wanna wake up to a better tomorrow 'Cause I've had enough, where is the trust, where is the truth? It's about time for some good news I'm just happy to be breathing I ain't trying to see what's on the newcast this evening Nah, don't need no reason Music in the air, got the Grammys on the cable Dinner on the plate, whole family at the table This that home cooked, hit your soul, take your shoes off This that feel-good, yell it loud from the rooftop This that snow day, all the kids taking school off This that Billy-Jean, Michael Jackson first moonwalk And I've been waiting for some good news, good news I'm just trying to get my footloose, footloose And we been dealing the wrong things wrong things so long The smallest things can make it right That's why we hold on for some good news I've been waiting on some good news (gimme that) For the clouds to part and let the light shine through I wanna wake up to a better tomorrow 'Cause I've had enough, where is the trust, where is the truth? It's about time for some good news Tell me something good (looking for some good news) Looking for some good news (tell me something good) Yeah, I'm feeling like we never talk about what's going right My daughter's smiling 'cause her braces fixed her overbite And she's excited 'cause her friends are staying overnight It's just the simple things that we get out of life Forget the drama, all around me, I don't wanna hear it I swear the more you talk about what's going wrong That's when you start to fear it and this ain't that This is payday with a pay raise This is that walking away with that W on game day This that good luck, yeah we praying for it This that McDonalds Drive-Thru and the guy in front's paying forward Help somebody, all that other shit just ain't important And watch what happens tomorrow when you be waiting for some good news I've been waiting on some good news (yeah me too, me too) For the clouds to part and let the light shine through I wanna wake up to a better tomorrow 'Cause I've had enough, where is the trust, where is the truth? It's about time for some good news Tell me something good (tell me something that I wanna hear) Tell me something good It's a lesson well learned, so praise is well due We're still unclassifiable, so what you want to do? I am myself, no games to be played No script to be written, no scenery From nine in the morning to eight o'clock We in the thick of it, and it don't stop Where is the trust, where is the truth? It's about time for some good news, yeah

It's the weekend On the East Coast Got a little crazy last night Woke up in the back seat Of a row boat No clothes, no phone, comatose (You ready? Yeah!) I guess I dove off Of the deep end Now I'm just paying the price High cost of living Guess you get what you give in No pressure no diamonds No-no pressure, no diamonds This is for the rogue soldier, dope smoker and home-owner Show closer, show boater and stone thrower Party people and the people staying home sober This is for the ones who give me love, and the cold shoulder I do this for the low-rollers and the YOLO-ers Go-getters and the Monday morning no-showers This is for the high-rollers, with no chauffeurs And the ones who ain't got nothing to hide, like comb-overs Take a spiced rum, with a little cold soda I'm the giving type - organ and bone donor You can feel the pressure building as you grow older Grind hard, yeah I told ya This is for the Weekend On the West coast Got a little crazy last night Woke up in the back seat Of a row boat No clothes, no phone, comatose I guess I dove off Of the deep end Now I'm just paying the price High cost of living Guess you get what you give in No pressure, no Fresher than fresh Yes I'm the best No pressure nonetheless - One might contest Until they figure out What this nigga 'bout - Knockin' the beats Gettin' this [?] Taking a trip And having a [?] I made your girl want to skinny dip Rub my nuts three times, made your bitch a genie She made my dick disappear then reappear, do it down Gave it to her best friend, lube it down See I don't even know where I'm at (but we smokin'!) Somewhere in Nova Scotia, Canada, bustin' the mack You see Pimpin' ain't got no restrictions I'm your DJ while I'm stayin' in the mixin' Fixin' the batch I woke up with a bad bitch in my lap, my nigga Cause I'm cool like that See it's a Monday, a fun day, and one day I'll quit But until then, my nigga, we gon' just get lit Cause it's the weekend On the West coast (West coast, baby!) Got a little crazy last night Woke up in the back seat Of a row boat No clothes, no phone, comatose I guess I dove off Of the deep end Now I'm just paying the price High cost of living Guess you get what you give in No pressure, no diamonds Yeah I know I'm gonna pay for this tomorrow Cause tonight we going in - like a porno And tonight we going hard - like a porno And then we gonna eat out - or Digiorno I'm worn out, with a sore throat, and hungover I'm a train wreck, rain check, I done told ya These late nights and early mornings soon gotta go I guess I can't expect to hit the highs, and not the lows I'll pick my battles - I ain't tryna do this every night Trying to slow it down so I can party long as Betty White No pain, no gain No pressure, no diamonds Let's grind all day for all my people surviving Till The weekend On the East coast (East coast!) Got a little crazy last night Woke up in the back seat Of a row boat No clothes, no phone, comatose I guess I dove off Of the deep end Now I'm just paying the price High cost of living Guess you get what you give in No pressure, no diamonds No-no pressure, no diamonds No-no pressure no, no pressure no diamonds I mean this is some Classified shit right here man Big Snoop Dogg Coming at you live and direct Straight from the mother fucking West coast Yeah, we in Nova Scotia [?] that It don't get no realer than this I mean this is the realest it can get, man This is realer than real - you feel that? Get in the back and feel that You can smell it through the back Laughter

Yo Class, how you doin Dunn? I'm back in the 'fax (yeah) I'm takin time off from the act and I got to relax Beat Yo, Fresh 'tro I got a few treats (uh) You been up in this city long? Cool, well, I'm sorry about the weather (uh) It's been raining all week, I hope it gets a little better Either way Class listen (what?), I got a ill vision About a song I'm workin on, You think you got the right rhythm? Man come on, you know I got some shit that'll break your neck I used up what I want but you can take what's left Oh, don't give me bullshit dog, you know I blaze the set You know you got somethin saved for Wes I got a ill concept, (hip hop) How I paid the real line debt since (what?) 1987 , I've been reppin on the cyphers and the sessions And I'll still be gettin stress on the block (yeah) You know it's hard to be hip-hop And ain't nobody stayin real (uh) It don't pay bills when you showcase skill (uh) Ain't nobody living off of doin windmills Or painting train rails, that's real (that's real) [Hook - Classified] - w/ ad libs It's hard to be hip hop You know it's hard to be hip hop It's hard to be hip hop (I love it) You know it's hard to be hip hop But we got to be hip hop (I love it) I got no gas and grill, so my raps ain't real (yeah) Cause I don't pack steal, do my tracks appeal? And to the mass appeal, watch how fast they fail Yeah I'm hip hop son until my casket's sealed It's hard in a culture when the fans are fickled Understand my issue, your own man'll diss you One minute your whack and then your jam's official Yeah, and then they switch again So bottles or cans'll hit you LL And then they hated him And then they loved him again Then they degraded him So lately, basically, I don't know if I can play to win Survival of the fittest, let me see what kind of shape I'm in Yo 'stro, when I was younger like nineteen (uh) I could spend all day writin rhyme schemes (uh) Spittin freestyle or cypher in the streets But now I got responsibilities [Hook - Classified] - w/ ad libs Yo, it's hard to be hip hop You know it's hard to be hip hop It's hard to be hip hop (I love it) You know it's hard to be hip hop But we got to be hip hop (I love it) [Break] - w/ scratches "No, this is not an illusion" "Y'all can't carry on" "No, this is not an illusion" "No rest for nothin, nothin less" "No, this is not an illusion" "No, this is not an illusion" "No rest for nothin, nothin less" (nothin less, nothin less) Luke Thinkin life's like a video shoot They ain't spittin the truth True, I got a similar view (uh huh) But I guess that's the damage the industry do I'm twenty-eight, unemployed (uh), a grown ass man (uh) Still tryin to rap with no fall back plan Go all out fam, you got nothin to lose (uh huh, yeah) Cause only to yourself, you got somethin to prove Yeah, we got to be hip-hop, it's all that we know Lace up the Shell Toe 'stro? Yo, on with the show (on with the show) Get the drum track goin dirty? Yeah, enough small talk But whatever you drop, keep it hard [Hook - Classified] - w/ ad libs And it's got to be hip hop It's got to be hip hop (I love it) Got to be hip hop (I love it) You know it's hard to be hip hop It's hard to be hip hop (I love it) You know it's hard to be hip hop But we got to be hip hop (I love it)