It Ain’t Over

{Crowded House sample}

Hey now, hey now, don't dream it's over

Hey now, hey now, don't dream it's over

Hey now, hey now, don't dream it's over

Hey now, hey now, don't

Aiyyo I finally got the truth from ya

A token b-boy recognise

That Classified was never one to mess around with lies

It ain't my nature, total behaviour, be opposite

Droppin it, I be the dopest MC rockin' it

Composin' tracks, got your mind in a daze

And gotcha wonderin how I can flip it every which way

Lots of practice, aiyyo class brings tactics

That make you bounce around like you and your girl on a mattress

Son, I'll stop you in your track with your weak style

And you can speak foul, but can you really freak pal?

Too many MCs on the mic sound the same

It's kinda funny though, cause they're the ones that found the fame

So what's that say, about this world and the music business?

I guess it's all about the bank and how much money's in it

And Half Life, is like half broke

I gotta work the nine to five to put my own records out

It ain't a problem yo, keeps me focused on the mic

And makes my skills tight it feels great to shed the light

So I'ma break it for the million MC's kickin raps

That never seen no money, no fame, or no contract

Aiyyo you know most of us won't

See a million bucks, most of us will end up broke

To me, yo that ain't what it's about, yo I live for it

Hip hop, what's the best you can give for it?

So what chu take me for son? Another ten minute

Rapper, Who's only in the game cause his friends in it

Blast ya with flows that leave your brain intoxicated

If duplicated, I'ma start this off uninstigated

So watch yourself or catch a lyric to that dome in seconds

I use my microphone to tear MCs apart in sections

I use my mind to amplify the situation needed

And put them all together when my destination meet it

And now I'm at this spot, fresh out of reason

It was never 'bout socking this, all about rockin' it and droppin' it

From late at night to early morning

Rappers on the mic while DJs focus on their forehand chain

It's got my mental doing flips

You come into this game, think it's easy, y'all can't do this

So put the mic down, let an MC like me kick it

Flippin', rippin', that's how I hit it (ha!)

{Till fade}