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Leaders of the New School - Classic Material lyrics
CLASSIC! Busta Rhymes is CLASSIC! Dinco D is CLASSIC! Charlie Brown is CLASSIC! Milo in the Dance is CLASSIC! Backspin is CLASSIC! Cut to the Monitor, Monitor to the Cut, what? Milo in the Dance! [Milo] Bust this as I construct this like a blunt Ropie dope, first quarter just start Now people in the dance me au beh uni Uni uni, fe big up in '92 No link to dust, watch brain cells bust As I flip the script, I could make a Rev feel lit You walking on shakey ground, call it warned Now big up your chest if you could test L.O.N.S. Mr. Distress take a long rest And I never never never wanna see you no more, see you no more See you no more, got classic material wall to wall [Dinco D] Hey, running through computer chips, leaving trails of flesh Disectable satons, crucial to summing quest Less, yes, bust press on the drumpads Caress chest may relieve stress, so Consider the inner outta don't know if you oughta doubt a Seat a eater Peter, what you saying after hours? Players pop pills, pop stars blunt fanatics the dramatics Come running up to me, the D to the O (Why it gotta be you, D?) Which sees for insight within the C down With an (oh my gosh) and a (oh C.B.) 10-4 not Milo (follow me) Cuss, you mean us, Leaders as you see, you an MC, you an MC Well no time to play, LP it in time It's just another case, hey but I place Place another fact and exact I come (Oh!) Classic Material we reign number one Classic Material, Classic Material L.O.N.S. with the Classic Material Classic Material, Classic Material Everybody, we got the Classic Material [Charlie Brown] Hey, a new frontier, pioneer to steer Ripping and rhyming, ripping and rhyming every single year 365, 24/7, Stomp romp stamp amp floor keep stepping Merely, yearly, my base is always 1st, not 3rd, word Catch the patch in the latch of the hook of the book Perhaps? (No haps!) If so (Hip-hop!) Make 'em make 'em clap Last class, I alphabetized the re-rap A boy came down every day, A-B-C-D-E, now see what I say C. Brown reflections of black (And!) The shade of the lyrical, here to kick facts Give me a hit (Hit!) for the classic elastic splastic dope on plastic No illusion no confusion, undecided, I'm invited delighted and bite it Material madness, raw for the core imperial, as I come with an aerial Power from the L-shaped room L.O.N.S., L.O.N.S. we smoke boom! [Busta Rhymes] When I make my music, I got the classic material When I grab the microphone you know I'm reigning imperial Wake up in the morning, eat my whole wheat cereal Historical styles combines with new musical L.O.N.S. wreck shit as usual When we make a presence yes we got to make it visual Mental, physical, then we come spiritual Follow this shit here, cause this shit is emotional We express an emotion through a style they call lyrical Mysterical, we make it complicated and technical Numerical as we move down like a decimal (East Coast Stomp!) Cause you know that is the principle Look at here, what you see is four individuals This time, you know we're going to form in institutional So that we can become one and become more powerful You're living mystical, I- dentify yourself as you face the universal Ripping it at will and it's done with no rehearsal Moving like you're dusted and you're caught up in something trivial T.I.M.E. is eternal when you have the Classic Material, yes Material, yes Material You know we got Material, Classic Material Yes Material, yes Material, Classic Material! |
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