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Ady B - Klassick lyrics

[Intro]

Yeah
It's Ady
Yo listen

[Verse 1]

Flow's so nasty like a baby's dirty diaper
Eat you rappers up, imma prey like a hyena
Could spit a dope line but shit I ain't high enough
Wait, didn't I go sober? But yo..
Bad bitches and trouble that's what we really wanted
We suddenly realized our minds are fucking haunted
Broken souls broken bottles on the fucking toilet
Floor and my living room really is just so fully loaded
Crowded and unacceptably dirty I can't control it
How did I end up terra flowing while steady floating
Through outer space confident of where the fuck I'm going
Giving high fives to people I ain't knowing, uh

[Interruption]

Yo Ady you definitely gotta pick up the call from the Illuminati
Definitely, they can give you money, wealth
Every single thing, bitches, homes
Whenever you want, just call us

I used to have hot chicks on the rotisserie
She won't suck dick I was like au revoir
I used to have this and that shit when, I
Didn't really have shit and I
Used to fuck with people too artificial
They only used to fuck with me when it was beneficial, shit
This instability your minds fickle
Like the truth of any news article
That's what you hear today but when you come tomorrow
Man yo ass better be gifted just like Malcolm In The Middle

[Hook]

It don't matter what I'm doing I just know I gotta keep it real
That's just how I feel and no I ain't never done popped no pill
Ain't got no designer on but know I was designed to kill
Asked me what I'm doing nothing but no I ain't got no chill

[Verse 2]

Ten times outta ten rappers would get ignored then strap up, Get captured just like the masses, incarcerated, don't act up
Be active, stack up the actors round you is the factor
You bastard have lil's as your favorite rappers
No wonder your shit is rectum, yo
The time to switch the flows has come
Quicker than my fucking self after I was done
I like switching topics too so why some
Of you stupid lil fuckers pretend to be from the slums
Acting ghetto but yo father's rich
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White and a supremacist and yo mom is a stupid bitch
Maybe I should express myself politely
To be honest I don't give a flying fuck if y'all don't like me

[Hook]

I think that shit was dope yo, most likely
Deep conversations the topic might be
Hip Hop, politics, popsicles or ice cream
Pistol popping and green stay L to I T

[Verse 3]

I didn't mean to sound phlegmatic when I came to spill
All of this magma, reveal real that's overkill
They didn't tell me it was wrong to use them Happy Meals
To keep my tapes hot, if the kids won't listen their parents will
My shit so good, Keisha just started salivating
I didn't make it yet made it through plenty complications
Jakes don't give a fuck, just start interrogating
You have the right to remain silent I ain't playing
Now guess what, you have the right to suck a dick you faggot
Put some respeck on my name, you wanna know what's happening?
I'm pulling up on you and your gang like a fucking savage
Then get shot cause you think you slick with that fucking badge and
We cannot see the wood for the trees, lost in the forrest
We really come from the bottom, used to be poor, but the poorest
Are still suffering while we relieve but it's guaranteed
That the poverty rate will keep constantly growing

[Hook]

It don't matter what I'm doing I just know I gotta keep it real
That's just how I feel and no I ain't never done popped no pill
Ain't got no designer on but know I was designed to kill
Asked me what I'm doing nothing but no I ain't got no chill

[Verse 4]

I was born a sinner, I'm with the bone up in her
Win a motherfucking race, you the coldest winner
And I'm bout to let her know my bitterness
Never forget I wouldn't get in her gallery
Get the battery, a salary eat the celery up, uh
Did that even make sense b? Word up shit
Yo id rather go slow but my flow dope tho
And my shit cause intercostal pain like low blows from popos
My lyrical wrinkling got me tripping a turbulent feeling
Has been transmitted to my interior temple
I tend to attempt a new temperament
Elegant and extravagant, never negative never hesitant
Blow me
I exaggerated with the brutal force
Horse power the source code, is a fucking, morse

Yea
END

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