Heavy Artillery - Classified

Yo, now is you ready for the man steppin in with the heavy artillery

Both hands cocked to the back ready and willingly

Spit fire over tracks, you ain’t feeling me

Judging how I look not by lyrical abilities

Please, this is for my people in the background

Staying out the limelight, moulding how a track sounds

Walk with my Cap Down

Class never back down

Weigh bout a half pound

Fight to the last round

And keep moving, I’m like Parker Lewis, can’t lose

I got ya running man, with or without Dance Moves

I don’t get bad moods sometimes I’m just pissed off

Drive by in your ride, wave high and you’ll get flipped off

It’s like that, all I do is write raps

Drop beats for hype tracks, smoke weed for nightcaps

Step up, we’ll strike back, listen how I word it

Always underground but I’ll rise to the surface

Getting you dem of the heavy artillery

That’s why all the girls them love we

Flex with the friends we no flex with the enemies

Cause we enemy we wanna come hurt we

And then hold an apology

Cause ya know we have the heavy artillery

Flex with the friends we no flex with the enemies

Cause we enemy we wan come hurt we

Now when I’m dyin' at home I wanna picture on my headstone

My microphone, 2 tables and my headphones

Cross fader, triton and the MPC

Resting here 'Dope producer slash MC'

But let’s move, sometimes I wild out and wanna let loose

Smoke weed, drink booze for an excuse

I’m in the wrong state of mind

All you flashy rappers talking, I’m here to take your shine

Take your props, make em mine, so how ya like me now

I see your tempers rising, you wanna strike me down

But I will stay here, and whether or not I play fair

Depends on these rappers acting like they need some day care

Children stop playing, start building

I don’t care who ya know or if you pushed a hard million

It’s hard dealing, I’m almost ready to explode

Everybody wanna hate, but we really gotta grow, let’s go

Yo, I see you leaning on the wall with your hands in your back pocket

Acting hard like you can’t feel this, stop it

I know some rappers in the place really can’t rock it

But when I get up on the mic it’s always hot shit

Listen as I take you through this

Spit from the heart, this is art more than music

Half of you are clueless, don’t know the real

You repeat what you hear and expect a record deal

I live for the moment, Class got ya open

This is that shit right here, still boasting

I see through ya and I’m finish with the small talk

Done wasting time son, you guaranteed to fall off