Classic Material Lyrics - Singles - Leaders Of The New School

CLASSIC! Busta Rhymes is 

CLASSIC! Dinco D is 

CLASSIC! Charlie Brown is 

CLASSIC! Milo in the Dance is 

CLASSIC! Backspin is CLASSIC 

Cut to the Monitor, Monitor to the Cut, what? Milo in the Dance 

Bust this as I construct this like a blunt 

Ropie dope, first quarter just start 

Now people in the dance me au beh uni 

Uni uni, fe big up in '93 

No link to dust, watch brain cells bust 

As I flip the script, I could make a Rev feel lit 

You walking on shakey ground, call it warned 

Now big up your chest if you could test L.O.N.S 

Mr. Distress take a long rest 

And I never never never wanna see you no more, see you no more 

See you no more, got classic material wall to wall 

Hey, running through computer chips, leaving trails of flesh 

Disectable satons, crucial to summing quest 

Less, yes, bust press on the drumpads 

Caress chest may relieve stress, so 

Consider the inner outta don't know if you oughta doubt a 

Seat a eater Peter, what you saying after hours? 

Players pop pills, pop stars blunt fanatics the dramatics 

Come running up to me, the D to the OWhy it gotta be you, D? 

Which sees for insight within the C down 

With anoh my goshand aoh C.B 

10-4 Not Milofollow me 

Cuss, you mean us, Leaders as you see, you an MC, you an MC 

Well no time to play, LP it in time 

It's just another case, hey but I place 

Place another fact and exact I comeOh 

Classic Material we reign number one 

Classic Material, Classic Material 

L.O.N.S. with the Classic Material 

Classic Material, Classic Material 

Everybody, we got the Classic Material 

Hey, a new frontier, pioneer to steer 

Ripping and rhyming, ripping and rhyming every single year 

365, 24 7, Stomp romp stamp amp floor keep stepping 

Merely, yearly, my base is always 1st, not 3rd, word 

Catch the patch in the latch of the hook of the book 

Perhaps?No haps 

If soHip-hop!Make 'em make 'em clap 

Last class, I alphabetized the re-rap 

A boy came down every day, A, B, C, D, E, now see what I say 

C. Brown reflections of blackAnd 

The shade of the lyrical, here to kick facts 

Give me a hitHit!for the classic elastic splastic dope on plastic 

No illusion no confusion, undecided, I'm invited delighted and bite it 

Material madness, raw for the core imperial, as I come with an aerial 

Power from the L-shaped room 

L.O.N.S., L.O.N.S. we smoke boom 

When I make my music, I got the classic material 

When I grab the microphone you know I'm reigning imperial 

Wake up in the morning, eat my whole wheat cereal 

Historical styles combines with new musical 

L.O.N.S. wreck shit as usual 

When we make a presence yes we got to make it visual 

Mental, physical, then we come spiritual 

Follow this shit here, cause this shit is emotional 

We express an emotion through a style they call lyrical 

Mysterical, we make it complicated and technical 

Numerical as we move down like a decimal 

East Coast Stomp!Cause you know that is the principle 

Look at here, what you see is four individuals 

This time, you know we're going to form in institutional 

So that we can become one and become more powerful 

You're living mystical, I- 

Dentify yourself as you face the universal 

Ripping it at will and it's done with no rehearsal 

Moving like you're dusted and you're caught up in something trivial 

T.I.M.E. is eternal when you have the 

Classic Material, yes Material, yes Material 

You know we got Material, Classic Material 

Yes Material, yes Material, Classic Material