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classified – questions lyrics

[intro]
yeah, oh yeah [x2]

[verse 1]
now from the words i view, ya’ll people got me thinking
why do i continue rhyming words while i’m speaking?
why do i continue waking up every morning?
why do i continue dissing rappers who are boring?
got to many questions, thought with no answers
way too many people saying put away the sampler
why do people tell me i should pick up a guitar?
why the f-ck would i do that? i’m a mc not a rock star
how many people feel like this?
how many people wanna grip they head and feel a twist?
trying to levitate, taking steps at a time
you can talk what you walk, no effect on my mind (cause’ i’m breaking necks)
no more making threats
people in this game claim to be natures best
cl-ss taking bets, just for teaching y’all a lesson
but man, this ain’t the time, i got one too many questions
for real

[chorus]
what’s up, with all these questions?
i try to figure out, what i doubt, and keep on guessing
do i trust destiny? (whoa!)
do that effectively
is this like testing me?
but it won’t, no it won’t, get the best of me

[verse 2]
when will i die? and how will i emerge?
when will i teach these mother f-ckers not to doubt my words?
how can i keep myself together trying to survive?
how will i make through another day at 9 till 5?
i’m lost in this world, double-crossed in this world
block everybody out; i’m p-ssed off at this world
got 9 years of paying dues, and not a thing to show
feel like throwing in the towel, call it quits and play it low
but i can’t cause’ i’m dedicated
i love this game, but at the same time i kind of hate it
got me stressed and i can’t figure if i’m going to make it
got people telling me my records now antic-p-ted, but i got questions
like why did that peep give them beats away for free?
and how come i got greedy and started charging a fee?
how can we be happy when there’s families’ suffering?
and when will anyone from here win the stanley cup again?

[chorus]
what’s up, with all these questions
i try to figure out, what i doubt, and keep on guessing
do i trust destiny? (whoa!)
do that effectively
is this like testing me?
but it won’t, not it won’t, get the best of me

[verse 3]
aiyyo, 20 years from now, and i rich or am i broke?
am i digging dirt from ditch’s trying to my c.d out?
do i sit behind a desk working different office jobs?
paying off a student loans instead of dropping jaws?
that life ain’t for all, and that life ain’t for me
i was born to drop tracks, spit on mics properly
in the future; buy property, 64 acres
my people and my squad will be my next-door neighbours. (pshh)
that’s got me wondering, imagination running wild, my days are numbering
y’all don’t understanding what i’m thinking, 25 i’m finished
unless i’m offered full-time employment in this business
yeah? so what’s it coming to?
and what am i supposed to do?
trying to stay alive, they make that sh-t it’s cl-ssified
but i’m doing what i want, expressing every word
this is my life, i’m living it so f-ck what you heard

- classified lyrics

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