[INTRO]. (Memories in the corner of my mind, flashbacks I was laughing all the time) x3. You're getting older. Glass is half full or half empty. [Verse 1].
Ain't no rest for the wicked. Ain't no rest for the wicked. Ain't no thing. Ain't no rest for the wicked. . Gimme that classic bass line. . Okay, let the children run around.
[Chorus - Saukrates] - w/ ad libs. Where are you? Between the love, the hate and all the lies. Where are you? You trippin, you must be lost and hypnotized.
[Intro]. Classified: Man, remember tape cassettes?. Mic Boyd: Tape cassettes?!. Classified: I remember goin into record stores, gettin so excited. for that new album, you know?.
Damn, another migraine*. Vision blurred., eyes strained. I need another gel cap. Cause once this headache hits it's a sure trip to hell n back. I got too much on my mind.
[Intro - Classified - talking]. (I've been up all night). Yeah (whoaaaa). Mic check, one, two (whoaaaa). (I've been up all night). I go by the name of Classified (whoaaa-ohh-ohh-oh).
- Sample from "Rain" by Uriah Heep]. Now it's raining inside, but that's not unusual. But the way that I'm feeling's, becoming usual. I guess you could say.
Trouble, hypocritical. Trouble, they say my beats are. Trouble, hypocritical. Trouble, it's got to be trouble. Hypocritical. Trouble, hypocritical. . Yeah, now I'll admit it, I'm a hypocrite.
(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.
(Intro: Classified - talking). Yo C, give me a little bass. (Things are looking up, things are looking up...). Put in some bass, give me the keys. Just give me some feel good music.
(They don't know). I got these kids in my face like. Now that you found success, what does it taste like. (They don't know). Honestly it doesn't taste ripe.
[Royce Da 5'9":]. Classified, you're lookin familiar. . [Classified:]. They call this Hip hop. . [Royce Da 5'9":]. Real recognize real. Yea. My pradas and guccis.
[Royce Da 5'9":]. Classified, you're lookin familiar. . [Classified:]. They call this Hip hop. . [Royce Da 5'9":]. Real recognize real. Yea. My pradas and guccis.
Yeah. I'd like to purpose a toast.. . Uh. Dark rum, chased by bad dreams. Intoxicate my soul for these goals and mad schemes. I'm. alright, it's gon' be a hell of a night again.
This day doesn't die til... (9x). Forgive. Forget. That's a lesson that we haven't learned yet.. We try. We cry. But a day doesn't die til the sun is set..
You want it you need it, I got it, cuz this is how its goin down you want you need it, I got it. . They call me mr. negativity, call it how I see yes I'm back in the vicinity.
["hey" repeated throughout the Intro and Chorus*]. . [Intro: Classified - talking]. My word, ha!. . [Chorus: Cuts by DJ Jorun - w/ ad libs]. "We don't even speak the same kind of language".
[Intro: Classified - talking]. Uh. Yeah. Nowadays, everybody's always askin me. "Yo Class, what can I do to make it in this music game, man? ". . [Chorus: Classified].
Amanda ([email protected]). . Spoken: Ahhh, damn it's hot in here... but ya know what?. . I stay cool (yes I will). I stay cool (oh yes I will).
[Chorus 1: Scratched Samples - w/ ad libs]. "We be goin, goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down". "I'm a give it, as far as you can take-take it". "Class".