Classified! (Classified) Where you at?! (Where you at)
I'm right here.
Can you feel that passion (can you feel that passion) Uh Can you feel that passion (can you feel that passion) Uh Yeah
Inside the place, with all the bass With all all the bass With all all the bass Yeah
Inside the place, with all the bass (I feel like a rap star) With all all the bass With all all the bass Yeah
I go to sleep, every night with a couple of girls (huh?!) 'Cause my daughters won't sleep in their own bed Not what you think, I don't do it for the chicks, or the kicks I'm a do it for myself, and my homestead.
Going hard, and I do it from afar While I'm shooting for the stars, like a telescope lens. I ain't talking 'bout rap, I'm talking 'bout where I'm at in my life, Accelerate until the road ends.
(Keep it real) Used to be the sayin' Now it's fake it and see who can make it, I'm just sayin' My fan base changed, but my sounds still classic, Show me anybody else this passionate
I'm a no cast, a blast from the past, I'm pasty as hell, and my fashion is trash. Ain't nobody matchin' the passion of Class So I don't need your props, or the pats on the back I'm good
Some get high, and some get low, I give you my heart and soul I give you passion, my passion I give you my pa-pa-passion!
Some get high, and some get low, I give you my heart and soul I give you my everything Until I lose control
And then I gotta let, GO!
Too the left then, too the right and, Too the left then, too the right and... I've never felt this way before (yeah) I've never felt this way before Uh Yeah
Now every morning when I wake up, I wake up ahead Aches and pains, I break the chains Split personality, razor cane And I don't get your reality, David Blaine.
You gotta go hard, or go home, feel the pressure But every now and then, get away, go adventure Drink that spiced rum, smoke 'til the nights done But don't say where you got the advice from
Yeah, I'm a great role model, 'cause I don't quit shit, I'm a sip the whole bottle I'm so thirsty, I'm hungry, my belly keeps rumblin' Tryin' to make something out of nothing.
The mix master, made it in the game, Never had to dis rappers or had the it factor I pull the plug on your misconception And I ain't even talkin 'bout my skin complexion
Some get high, and some get low, I give you my heart and soul I give you passion, my passion I give you my pa-pa-passion!
I had this kid ask me if I really write my rhymes (wa-WHAT?!) I guess it's just a sign of the times. Lemme check (one-two) Yeah these rhymes is mine It's the life of the party kid, we wine and dine.
Get your hands to the sky, high, rise and shine And keep your eyes wide open 'til the blinds recline Half man and an animal, designed to grind I'm a mix of Dude Love and Mankind combined (I'm a beast!)
And the passions, coming from the sunnn
Yeah, I'm the compulsive obsessive, With a small touch of OC Always on the go so, watch as we proceed And I will never OD
But my flow leaves slow from my soul, Like a nose bleed No sleep late nights gettin crows feet, I can't quit it man, This passion controls me
Some get high, and some get low, I give you my heart and soul I give you passion, my passion I give you my pa-pa-passion!
I never, I never... Yeah Inside the place, with all the bass With all all the bass With all all the bassTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
