Testo Still Got It - Classified
Testo della canzone Still Got It (Classified), tratta dall'album Self Explanatory
"We don't even speak the same kind of language"
"They wanna know if he still got it"
"Plug my mic back in, let me begin"
"I'm on the mic, you're on the run"
"This is how it should be done"
"Word up"
Yeah, I wipe off a fresh pair of Nikes and roll my pair of dice
Infectious, I'm passed on like a parasite
I seen the Eiffel Tower and all the Paris sights
But comin back home, there ain't no comparin right?
It's time to play ball and it's a big inning
I mean the beginning's here and the picture is clear
Your whole team's played out like a pitcher's career
While we home celebratin with a pitcher of beer
And yeah, I do this rap thing, but don't say that I sing
That's just me spreadin the icing
I'm goin end-to-end like hockey ice
And fuck up the flow so you don't know if I'm wrong or writing
I been here holdin down base
Blowin out the speakers, turnin up the bass
Back to the basics, basically I do this shit faithfully
And no one is replacin me, take a seat
"They wanna know if he still got it"
"Plug my mic back in, let me begin"
"I'm on the mic, you're on the run"
"This is how it should be done"
"Word up"
"They wanna know if he still got it"
"Plug my mic back in"
"The verbal combat position number one"
"This is how it should be done"
"Set it off"
Now back in the day, makin diss tracks on your tape deck
You could get your face decked with a skate deck
You might want protection like safe sex
Or you'll get robbed for your cash, and the safe's next
I ain't the thug type, nah, it just don't suit me
But I'm never clean cut, no dress shoes or suit please
I chop it up like Bruce Lee, I'm too sweet
And gettin groupies like Honeymoon Suite
And all these MC's want a piece of me
But you're playin yourself like reality TV
All this indication, shit, you a repeat
Talkin bullshit, other words you a feces-ces
And I'm a drug like morphine
The music got your heart, generate a few more fiends
Flooding through your neighborhood like New Orleans
When Katrina came through with no clue and no warnings
"They wanna know if he still got it"
"Plug my mic back in, let me begin"
"I'm on the mic, you're on the run"
"This is how it should be done"
"Word up"
"They wanna know if he still got it"
"Plug my mic back in"
"The verbal combat position number one"
"We don't even speak the same kind of language"
Yeah, uh, yeah, aiyyo, I coast through
The East coast, ridin with the crew
Sunday afternoon with the car on cruise
Try not to breathe when we smell seaweed
But we love to breathe in the smell when we see weed
And I don't rap with a Bronx accent
But shit, sometimes it slips out by accident
Yeah, I'm influenced, the birthplace of hip-hop music
Got a hold of me the first time I rocked to it
I learned how to converse with flows
Took off the Converse, got the shell toes
They say it's all negative, but on with the show
Cause they don't ever look at the Converse or Pros
"They wanna know if he still got it"
"Plug my mic back in, let me begin"
"I'm on the mic, you're on the run"
"This is how it should be done"
"Word up"
"They wanna know if he still got it"
"Plug my mic back in"
"The verbal combat position number one"
"This is how it should be done"
"Set it off"
That's how it go
On and on and on
Yeah, yeah, and now you know
On and on and on
One more time, tell 'em
On and on
"We don't even speak the same kind of language"
"Cats don't understand what they facin"
"We don't even speak the same kind of language"
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Writer(s): Classified
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