Texty: Classified. They Call This (Hip Hop).

(feat. Royce Da 5'9" & B.o.B)

[Royce Da 5'9":]
Classified, you're lookin familiar

[Classified:]
They call this Hip hop

[Royce Da 5'9":]
Real recognize real
Yea
My pradas and guccis
Got me tied up with hoochies
My hotel room smell like a lot of produce-e
I'm a god, I could crucify you
Exclude nobody, that means that it's you it applies to
If I was you I'd leave it alone
I kill you or suicide you
You had a choice before they flew inside you
The best rapper alive, you better ask around
I got coke in a hole with a nose like a basset hound
You step up I guarantee you I'm a back you down
Ask around, you show fear and get slapped around
Let's put the track aside
I fuck with Classified
Big balls, she suck my dick she gonna move the sack aside
Don't fuck with rappin guys
That toast'll pop up like a gat surprise
My motto is kill track or die
Beef forget it now
Your piece set it down
I done already touched more kids than a pedophile

[Classified:]
Yea, don't matter where you from
Where you came or where you're goin
Keep it movin, get em movin
Haha I'm ready for it all
Got my back against the wall
But I'm ready, never fall
They call this hip hop

[B.O.B.:]
It's the game that pays me
But somehow lately the game's been crazy
Ya I'm an 80's baby
So ya my momma made me but hip hop raised me

[Classified:]
My favorite rap album ever
Jeeze, let me see
Somewhere in between blueprint by Jay-Z
Or either Dre CD's
Or maybe Illmatic by Nas
Or possibly doggystyle by snoop dogg
Lived it like religion
Critics call it modern day sorcery
Cause I follow accordingly
To what rappers reported to me
Ah, started listenin around the age of 12
And it changed the way I felt
Plus the way I raised myself
It never taught me shoot a gun
Or go and buy drugs
It taught me how to keep it real
And don't be scared of who I was
It taught me how to grab a mic
And grow an appetite
To sacrifice bougie rapper types
Corny act-a-likes
I've never been upstaged
Off the wrong stage
You can write your verse good
But I'm a write my songs great
Never was I poured on
No rappers co-signed me
That's why the attitude, asshole
So don't mind me.

Yea, don't matter where you from
Where you came or where you're goin
Keep it movin, get em movin
Haha I'm ready for it all
Got my back against the wall
But I'm ready, never fall

[B.O.B.:]
Well these are not just verbs that I recite
It's actually a verse of encouragement
And advice
And everything is perfectly worded
The way you like
So I can make some currency
Just to service my life
Really I've been workin with verbage all of my life
So when I die, they gonna bury me with the mic
And when I go, please do not worry, I'm in the sky
Then and there you'll see, apparently I'm a psychic
A heavyweight, don't refer to me lightly
So when you speak to me, speak to me politely
I'm like a paycheck before you get fired
You need me in the game, so basically I'm hired
Bombin on you guys like Allen Iverson
They like damn, here's this guy again
He's on fire, we need a fire hydrant then
His screw's loose, get some plyers in and tighten them.

[Classified:]
Yea, don't matter where you from
Where you came or where you're goin
Keep it movin, get em movin
Haha I'm ready for it all
Got my back against the wall
But I'm ready, never fall
They call this hip hop

[B.O.B.:]
It's the game that pays me
But somehow lately the game's been crazy
Ya I'm an 80's baby
So ya my momma made me but hip hop raised me

(Jay-Z sample)
Paid for school but you can't buy class [x4]