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Classified - Rap Sh*t (feat. Dax & Snak The Ripper) [Official Music Video]
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Classified
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luke Boyd
Composer
Daniel Nwosu Jr
Composer
Scott Fyvie
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Luke Boyd
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
I wrote a whole verse about rap shit
Then scrapped it
Like, what the fuck, ain't nobody wanna hear me rap about
How I spit metaphors and get busy any more
Got a whole lot of time these days
Me and my naive ways
Keep the change, when you comin' with that cheap talk
We don't hear nothin' when the beat drop
[Verse 2]
This the type of shit you never hear about (Hear about)
Question my position and my whereabouts (Where about)
Say I ain't a success, 'cause I got a 6S
IPhone signal failin' like my piss test
Man, oh, man, we do it first rate (First rate)
Back on the horse till the spurs break (Spurs break)
Eight days a week, twenty five hours a day
We went up 'em, double triple and bust 'em
[Verse 3]
'Cause I'm tryna tell 'em like that (Like that)
So pack your life jacket when you kayak
And through the white rapids, are we clear now? (Aye, aye, captain)
Every hoodie that I own smell like marijuana smoke
Call it high fashion
This is live action, ain't no CGI
Hip hop ain't the same since Nate Dogg died
My mama keeps tellin' me my eyes look tired
But I'm just tryna make it through the week, though
[Verse 4]
I wrote a whole verse about rap shit
(Then what?) Then scrapped it
Like, what the fuck, ain't nobody wanna hear me rap about
How I spit metaphors, keep it real any more
Got a whole lot of time these days
Me and my naive ways
Keep the change, when you comin' with that cheap talk
We don't hear nothin' when the beat drop
[Verse 5]
Back to back, I black out on raps
I go back to back, I black out on raps
I go back to back, I black out on raps
I go back to back, I black out on raps, I go
[Verse 6]
Back to back, hundred somethin' shows
I go map to map
Rippin' wife beaters, and performin' with a fanny pack
A battle rap, hell, I be bendin' bars like I'm Affleck
Dissectin' bars, just like I'm Dr. Dre at the Aftermath
Make rap great again (Please)
Impeach the fake, take away streams
Everybody pays for them
Ain't nobody savin' them
I tried to offer help to a ****
He started mumblin', so I didn't know what to say to him
[Verse 7]
All I do is catch dubs, all I'm tryna do is win
Both mean the same, so I'm sittin' in a synonym
Spinnin' killers, gettin' in, while overlap is skippin' him
Duck Dodge drippin' in the Range, with some spinnin' rims
Tryna rap with me is somethin' that you can handle
I been on the kill track, you will get dismantled
I know where you at, just like a social media handle
I'm on like a light, synonym, like a candle wax
[Verse 8]
I wrote a whole verse about rap shit
('Bout rap shit?) And then scrapped it
Like, what the fuck, ain't nobody wanna hear me rap about
How I spit metaphors and get ill any more
Got a whole lot of time these days (A lot of time these days)
Me and my naive ways
Keep the change, when you comin' with that cheap talk
We don't hear nothin' when the beat drop (Uh, bap)
[Verse 9]
Back to back, I black out on raps
I go back to back, I black out on raps
I go back to back, I black out on raps
I go back to back, I black out on raps, I go
[Verse 10]
I'm goin' hard in the mack, give your heart an attack
Scrap midgets on crack, still ain't harder than Snak (Nope)
This is real life shit, ain't a part of the act
Every ad lib sounded like I barfed on the track
New kid, new me, really nothin' new though
Fuck the politics, I ain't Justin Trudeau
If you heard it on the Internet, it must be true, bro
Obstacles arise, and I punch right through those
[Verse 11]
I'm too nice, they callin' me a brick and an asshole
Pubes in they teeth, 'cause my dick got an afro
Smoke mad weed, I don't hit no tobacco
Don't fit in no lanes, so I stick to the back row
Better watch out when I come through
'Cause I might make a scene
Never gonna back down, fall off, or lose sight of my dreams (No)
Gonna need intervention, 'cause I write like a fiend
Never gonna rest or get sleep, bitch, I'm like a machine
[Verse 12]
Wrote a whole verse about rap shit
[Verse 13]
Back to back, I black out on raps
I go back to back, I black out on raps
I go back to back, I black out on raps
I go back to back, I black out on raps, I go
Written by: Daniel Nwosu Jr, Luke Boyd, Scott Fyvie
