Unpredictable

歌詞

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 fuck 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 Shit, your rap style expired long ago Now you falling off plus your peoples like domino Here we go again Classified saying same shit 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 [Chorus x2] 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 shit 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 shit to say, don't ya Rappers entering this game biting like a vulture and saying fuck 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 Shit, I'm wasted on half a pint of vodka ain't you Damn, I guess that means I'm pussy 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 shit [Chorus x2] I'm so sick with this microphone I feel ill Like I got 30 different people wanting shit like I was retail I'm done giving favors give back the pad and pencils Perform accapella getting no more instrumentals Fuck 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 fuck it Class bring it to everyone who is not dead Shit 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 dope as fuck Conceited, and cocky, I call this confidence Innerself compliments with no equivalents, Now [Chorus x2]