Check, Check yo Whats it all about, hip hop what dose it mean? Im addicted to this shit and I aint ever comin clean To be all you can be But son you under pressure Oh damn Im so addicted to it man Yo it started off at an early age, twelve to be exact Got addicted to this shit that made my neck snap back It was an experimental I guess I knew no better And uh after I tried I knew Id need this shit forever The days went by the months they rapidly switched And then my brain started feelin effects from all the hits It was peer pressure, everybody did it Not really but I feel I hadda be just another addict It was time for a change, hadda move quick The next step up in my life hadda be proved thick So then I did what I never thought I would do Thats when I started sellin hits to the people in my crew I passed it all around, and gave a sample here and there I gave a bit, took a bit, and got my people on the shit What did I do? Im lookin back now, Im reminiscing Bout the kids they didnt do it never knew what they were missing Yo class what would you do if you never had it in your mind Id probably be another sucker doin nothin all the time But Im going to go out and get mine So let me get REAL HIGH till the day that I die A couple years later Nothings changed its all the same And I still be tryin to get high up in this Game I gotta be all I can be or be more than that Cause if Im jogging down the path Im sure Ill lose it like Last seconds for a chance Last second for a stance So I gotta stand my ground Your Like a pronoun And Classified never played it like that So if Im ever go down damn right Im gonna fight back yeah How could it ever happen to me? I always felt that I was different cause I was rappin for free The same line, the same verse, the same story Dont know another face thats getting paid in my territory Now on the other hand I know the money that be thrown away Buyin all the records and tapes that we dont even play Runnin out of money, yo Im lookin at eviction I gotta find a cure for this addiction Yo and in the present, I dont know what to do any more Should I go see the devil layer try to get help every day With the beats and the rhymes Im a fanatic I got a problem I cant help it Im an addict The first step to ever kick it is admit it If you aint ever doing that than youre hopeless so forget it What can you do? Well I dont know but heres a couple facts You can try some cold turkey, chewing gum, or use the patch And as for me, well now I deal my own I got sick of buyin weak shit, tired out with freak shit Decided just to be another contender Another offender, but never be a pretender Surrendering never even went across my mind Divine, stayin above hip hop the game that I love Ima keep making beats, find the breaks are getting tired Everybody wants to hear so Class be the supplier
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