Self Explanatory - Classified

— w/ ad libs

«We be goin, goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down»

«I'm a give it, as far as you can take-take it»

«Class»

«Throughout the east, south, west and the north»

«We be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down»

«I'm a give it, as far as you can take-take-take it»

«Class»

«Once again»

Yeah, uh, they call me Class — The MC, refresh the memory

Hands in the sky, with the crowd to a frenzy

Whether it’s empty or packed like Wembley

I got a track record athletes would envy

No need for jewels or a Bentley

I’m fresher than Dentyne on a ten speed, shoppin at Frenchie’s (Class)

I guess you could say I’ve been green

Since this hemp weed, hope then condemn me

I don’t want to be a God damn rock star

All strung out and beaten down like a stock car

I’ll agree I’m a bit of a pessimist

Mad scientist mixed with a perfectionist

I find this rap shit acts therapeutically

Without the hourly rate to abuse a beat

And true indeed, do whatever so beautifully

Ever since puberty but never was musically (Class)

They said I was goin nowhere

But look I’m now here and ain’t goin nowhere

Fingers in the crates, still diggin for the breaks

In the flesh, fresh is what I’m bringin to the plate (yes)

— w/ ad libs

«Goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down»

«I'm a give it, as far as you can take it»

«Get ya head right»

«Class»

«Throughout the east, south, west and the north»

«We be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down»

«I'm a give it, as far as you can take-take-take it»

«Class»

«Once again»

«Self-self-self explanatory»

Aiyyo, my head held high as I get in position

Real MC, I fit the description

What I’m spittin out needs no encryption

I am conditioned to vibe to the rhythm

I’ve been sittin in the back with my eyes on the prize

High, tryin to visualize

A game with no strains, stress, no pain

Got me pullin out my hair, yes, pass the Rogaine (Class)

Push wigs back like Davy Crockett

So touch up your front line like Jamie Foxx did

Shit I’m a problem, honorably honest

But all this braggin and talk is exhaustin (uh)

I’ve had it, rappers always rappin how good they rap

Now what the fuck is the good of that?

I know, you kill the beat like no one else

But me literally the rhyme speak for itself

I never ran to the States tryin to get signed

For me it was never Get Rich Or Die Tryin'

Broke tradition and made 'em go the distance

Signed, sealed, delivered but on my own conditions

And if you don’t think I’m the coolest dude, well that’s cool too

Cause what’s cool to you, ain’t cool to me

And what’s cool to me, ain’t cool to you

Yeah, Class is in session but school is through

Peace (*echo*)