Remix to the 'Classic' beat my own flava homie.
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classic, thats how we put it down/
aint talking about poppin malts, or loading rounds/
round 1 leave slumped, hip hop, dont flip flop/
its a hard number, it wont rock/
cris cross, want it tip top/
when the clock goes tick tock/
now thats hip hop/
paramedics commin, they see shock/
believe it homie, it just wont stop/
you hear that homie, they complaining to cops/
i aint preachin homie, im spittin a lecture/
im reachin homie, but dont let it affect cha/
real full extent, explicitly to the finest measures/
walkin over words, cuhz i trample like an elephant/
words in my mouth, but they know im innocent/
chaotic, mesmoratic, yea they know causin pandemonium/
but none the less respect, when im the podium/