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(Oh Canada we stand on guard, for thee) I told this guy where I was from he said oh, Canada kinda laughs it off, real funny huh? yeah, uh, come on (O

never listened kept spitting till' the neh-sayers felt me Looking back,I guess you haters helped me: My fuel, my drive Allo just increased when you hated on Classified

all about you. So every morning when you wake before the first step that you take, Just think it?s all what you make it, and you?ll make it through. Classified

[Verse One] Yo Eh Yo I ain't what y'all expect, ain't ya average MC ain't drop a verse, with no purpose that ain't empty ain't sporting gear, I know I

Yo It's all about politics Yo hmmm Yo Check, check Steady, steady Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop It's all about politics in this game Who ya know, How to make ya

uh.. they call me class the mc refresh the memory. Hands in the sky, whip the crowd to frenzy. whether it's empty or packed like Wembley I got a track

[Intro - Classified - talking] Hey, let me spit something Just give me that flute beat Yeah, give me that one Uh, yeah [Verse 1 - Classified] All I need

(Chorus) It's raining inside but that's not unusual but the way I'm feel it become unusual I guess you can say, the clouds moving away (Joe Budden

me, "man, just leave that shit alone" But naw, dread, see life's a celebration... I need that hangover, that's when the pain's over, so.. fuck sober [Chorus] [Classified