Hold Your Own

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

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

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

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

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.....*

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 fuck you many rappers for

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