Unpredictable-Classified

When I react on tracks I make necks snap with raw rap Underrated too much but critics I don't follow that You can't even dream of looking through my eyes And be compared to the same guy Now open up your reservoir, all and all, Draining body fluids Now watch me do it, or complicate the situation, screw it Cause how the f**k you gonna play this game You took it far enough my turn erasing names I'll make an MC flips backwards, even let you rap first Blow away your format, how can you ignore that Sh*t, your rap style expired long ago Now you falling off plus your peoples like domino Here we go again Classified saying same sh*t that he did back when Well I'm pissed off and ain't getting no better Seeing weak mc's on TV that's the reason that I'm fed up Who be, I be, Class Verbal drug pusher Yall can check his pulse through your subwoofer, and Who me, what you Heart beat provider Motivate myself to keep the rest of yall inspired How's a ritual like this, treated pitiful and sh*t Looking for these individuals to verbally commit Take some action on your words, like speaking from the heart Talk about experience but never played the part Got some smart sh*t to say, don't ya Rappers entering this game biting like a vulture and saying f**k the culture Talking image like that's how you portrayed While this cross eyed rapper dudes, reflecting off my attitude Now drop the eloquence I never had it in me And never seen no christyle ever in my city So pop the great white and let's have a drink or two Sh*t, I'm wasted on half a pint of vodka ain't you Damn, I guess that means I'm p**sy Never had no pressure in my life to push me Staying focused on the topic at hand To battle back from any mc or man, now that's that true sh*t I'm so sick with this microphone I feel ill Like I got 30 different people wanting sh*t like I was retail I'm done giving favors give back the pad and pencils Perform accapella getting no more instrumentals F**k 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**k it Class bring it to everyone who is not dead Sh*t 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 d**e as f**k Conceited, and cocky, I call this confidence Innerself compliments with no equivalents, Now