Hold Your Own Lyrics - Classified

[Verse 1] 

Leave it all to hip-hop to make your simple brain start to go numb 

I'm seein' peoples in the lights turn to dark and that's for real, son 

Cause when I'm comin' I never go commer-cial 

And other rappers they be goin' in rever-sal 

But me, what you know me, is goin' straight ahead 

I'm never, goin' the wrong way because my style always approves better 

Let there, be light to the end of every tunnel 

Take a walk with me, and use your mind just like a funnel 

Your lookin' at the situation, MC's with symbolation, 

Intoxication must be somethin' if they keep on frontin' 

Cuz nothin', could make me wanna quit or even forfeit 

And if you wanna see Class, take a fuckin' portrait 

Or portfolio, but this ain't the rodeo 

But if you wanna go toe to toe, ding let's start the show 

And get it on, like Marvin Gaye or maybe Sugar Ray, ha 

Yeah, one time for ya mind 

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[Hook] 

Many rappers be spittin' game think they sayin' somethin' 

But when they turn around all they see is people frontin' 

Makin' music, think it's hard to the bone 

But deep inside your soul, you can never hold your own 

[Verse 2] 

When I be on the microphone I'm goin' off just like the power 

And plus I bring the beat that keeps your head bobbin' for hours 

And now I, could take it to another fragrance 

So keep on smellin', the funk's got your body yellin' help 

To the flashy rappers, or yet the crappy actors 

You can call it what ya want just don't let it pass ya by 

And Classified's takin' over, kid 

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And that's the way it's goin' down and that's the way it is 

So move along, move aside, now rest assure 

That every brother who can rap thinks he's all that but fall back 

Cuz you be slippin' on the beats that I committed 

And everytime you did it you'd be thinkin' it's terrific 

But come on, son you just a dreamer gone to sleep 

Mc's bowin' down on the rival on the feet 

Take it as you want it, give it how you feel is right 

Talkin' at the mouth them MC's tryna earn a mic 

[Bridge] 

*Here I am 20 years old trying to make it 

Rippin' the microphone till I'm muthafuckin' 60 

Here I am 20 years old trying to make it 

Here I am, here I am, here I am...* 

[Verse 3] 

What would rappers try to do if they never heard a rhyme 

Trying to be a story teller havin' no say like Helen Keller 

But I'm much weller, so when I speak what's goin in my mind 

Take ya days, months, years that don't matter it's just time 

I'mma climb, the ladder of luck, for real 

So what's the deal, how you tryna make me out to be a killa 

The check 1, 2 mic thrilla, that's how I feel ya 

So don't be pushy or I'll be the one to up and spill ya 

Yeah, that's how I prove to be committed with my very own words 

Five years, payin' dues, never thought that I would lose 

But yo I never wanted things so I lost 

And if I'm goin' down then I guess I paid the cost 

Only time would tell if I made it back 

But four tapes later kid I'm still makin' raps 

I guess I'm just an addict I gotta get some more 

But all you other rappers what the xxxx you many rappers for