Скачать Classified feat. Masta Ace Sure Enough бесплатно в mp3

Oh it's such a cliche
Hating on the man these days
And I don't need the rebate
Start the party like DJs
And I'm a let the beat break
Watch em do whatever we say
The beats and the lines are dope
The beats and the lines are dope

I hit em like a heart attack
I'm keep fresh off the bargain rack
The one that your dog keeps on barking at
When I roll into town on the artic cat
Ah, looking like some kind of hearty snack
I can hit ya with the bars or the party raps
Better give it all a rest like it's cardiac, flat line
I take this serious it ain't a joke to me
Stakes is high, like cows smoking weed
Too compulsive, blame the OCD
Set the mood, I ain't talking jodecide
I been through the heavens, I been through the highs and lows
Class and Masta Ace, back to crash the place
Stats and accolades what you ain't know, bro

Turn it up turn it up
Put the pedal to the metal kid hurry up
Drop this in the mix then stir it up
Old school in this bitch never heard of us?
25 in the game, like I'm murderous
Gotta give it to me straight ain't no curving us
No cap, dope rap every verse I bus
But can he do it all again, sure enough

Oh it's such a cliche
Hating on the man these days
And I don't need the rebate
Start the party like DJs
And I'm a let the beat break
Watch em do whatever we say
The beats and the lines are dope
The beats and the lines are dope

Everybody knows I've been around
Putting these rap dudes in the ground
Dearly beloved we are gathered here today
So I can break fool no spin around
No windmills, no headspins. Tight with the flow like best friends
It's funny when the pawns drop coming for the king
That's when the silly game of chess ends
I'm a clear the board like a reset
Rob base all I want is respect
A slick brother who can easily out fox shit
Word to Sean Price and the dseps
I can transform like voltron
And I got a will that's so strong
I'm a make sure that they see the real me
On every platform that I post on
Ya'll about looks and appearances
But that shit's for the weak minded
Posted up pics of your fake fun
Well y'all doing that we grinded
I could break it down to the white meat
All I really need is the right beat
Word to my name I'm a put 'em all to shame
Be a pain in they ass like a bike seat

Turn it up turn it up
Put the pedal to the metal kid hurry up
Drop this in the mix then stir it up
Old school in this bitch never heard of us?
25 in the game, like I'm murderous
Gotta give it to me straight ain't no curving us
No cap, dope rap every verse I bus
But can he do it all again, sure enough

Oh it's such a cliche
Hating on the man these days
And I don't need the rebate
Start the party like DJs
And I'm a let the beat break
Watch em do whatever we say
The beats and the lines are dope
The beats and the lines are dope