Unexplainable Hunger

[intro: royce da 5'9" - talking] [echo]

Hahaha, excellence

What up east coast!

My man classified, holla at your boy

[break: royce da 5'9" - talking (sample) {classified}]

(i feel a warm breeze)

(it moved my life)

The m.i.c. baby

(it feels closer now)

It's called unexplainable hunger

(as i get older)

From u.s. to canada

{mic check one, two}

(i feel a warm breeze)

Of course my name is royce 5'9"

(it moved my life) {yeah, yeah, yeah}

(it feels closer now)

(as i get older)

{you want to set this off? }

Yeah, yeah {let 'em know}

(i feel a warm breeze)

[verse 1: royce da 5'9" {sample}]

Once upon a time in the city of crime

A nigga named nickel nine, came in with the nine

Flamin, with the rhyme, the flame quick as the nine

Aimin at the game sayin "the city is mines" (now)

He looked like the type you underestimate

He's never a suspect, no one investigates (uh huh)

He be beatin them charges with mothers and fathers goin {older, older}

[royce 5'9":]

It should be a felony to be this vicious on the beat

I'm dope, i'm sellin d like a piston on the streets

Yellin "d! ", for the cheddar cheese

The cheddar i brought, letter b

Like a spelling bee, the pathetic bark, let it be (be, be)

Or get ya chain snatched y'all (y'all)

Jaw cut is a stain of train track scar (scar)

Whoever think of talkin shit to me'll be a memory

His train of thought will stain that car {i feel a warm breeze} (uh)

I will stretch your dreams from the front seat to the back seat, if i

Could blow a brain that far

Niggaz want to get to know me all 'cause the way i be spittin

Every ho, every bitch in the city be goin...

[chorus: royce da 5'9" (sample) {"scratched samples"}]

(i feel a warm breeze)

{"with these rhymes that are classic"}

(it moved my life)

Yeah, royce 5'9"

(feels closer now)

{"it's, it's hard to explain"}

(as i get older)

{"hard, hard, it's hard to explain"}

(i feel a warm breeze)

{"with these rhymes that are classic"}

(it moved my life)

Next up to bat is my homeboy classified

(i feel a warm wind)

(got to move me to the other side)

Show canada how you live

Show the u.s. how it is

You know how we do

[verse 2: classified {sample}]

Yeah, i'm from a place where it snows six months of the year

Coldhearted, livin off a blunt and a beer

Bodyslam mc's, have 'em runnin for clear

And i'm a skinny white dude, i ain't nothin to fear (class)

More advanced than you technical cats

Your literature's littered, (literally) edible trash

You rappers gone nuts? get your testicles back

I got the competition sweatin more than sexual acts {i feel a warm}

Now take your shot, you think you gettin me?

It's like snoop dogg really goin out and quittin weed

I'm always gettin louder man, never thought you'd listen

Leave you walkin different, without a pot to piss in

Came in this game, no plan and no structure

No love from labels, so basically "fuck ya! "

Learned to play my part for the love of this art

Spittin with the same passion i did at the start

I feel a warm breeze

[chorus: classified (sample) {"scratched samples"}]

(i feel a warm breeze)

{"with these rhymes that are classic"}

(it moved my life)

Yeah

{"classified"}

(it feels closer now)

{"it's, it's hard to explain"}

(as i get older)

{"hard, hard, it's hard to explain"}

(i feel a warm breeze)

{"with these rhymes that are classic"}

(it moved my life)

Oh we ain't done

{"cho-choclair"}

(i feel a warm wind)

(got to move me to the other side)

{"what up, what up, what up, what up"}

Talk to 'em

[verse 3: choclair {sample}]

Check me out y'all, yo, yo, choclair, see, shit ain't sweet

Cheese sandwiches for lunch, two jeans by week

A dollar short for the bus fare again this week

Deprivation from the sleep 'cause them barrels speak

I tried to elevate myself, got a nine to five

But yo it's hard when you makin three ninety five (yeah)

You turned crosseyed, take your eyes off the prize

Lose focus, lose balance on this fucked up line

So, grab your gruff dog, pull yourself up (yeah)

'cause these haters just waitin to take your spot up (yeah)

Brush your shoulders off, pop your collar (yeah)

Make some power moves and then get dollars

Then these girls go and leave their scent on your collar (word)

Bring their scent home, then wifey's gon' holla (yeah)

She say you let consumers just dip into the product (uh huh)

But really you be showin your supporters that you got 'em

So daps for the fellas (yeah), hugs for the ladies (yeah)

Some kiss me on the cheek, some act a little crazy (whoa)

+parking lot pimpin'+ and they call pumpin jay-z

Yo, it's just a summer, make me want to cop a hummer {i feel a warm}

But yo, it's just shocks with a trailer load of lumber

Got the hot tracks that hit every summer (summer)

Yo, it's just royce nickel nine, with my boy classified

Yo it's ch-ch-ch-choclair [echo]

[chorus: (sample) {"scratched samples"}]

(i feel a warm breeze)

{"with these rhymes that are classic"}

(it moved my life)

{"royce 5'9""}

(feels closer now)

{"it's, it's hard to explain"}

(as i get older)

{"hard, hard, it's hard to explain"}

(i feel a warm breeze)

{"with these rhymes that are classic"}

(it moved my life)

{"classified"}

(it feels closer now)

{"ch-choclair"}

(as i get older)

{"starvin mc"}

(i feel a warm breeze...)

(i feel a warm wind)

(got to move me to the other side, side, side, side...)