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The Very Best Of Classified, Classified
The Very Best Of Classified
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Duration: 79:48  
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Title / Artist     Duration Bitrate Size (Mb) Price Download
Information Lyrics 03:37 144 3,59 0.10
High School Behaviour Lyrics 02:58 192 3,95 0.10
It Ain't Over (Hey Now) Lyrics 03:02 160 3,41 0.10
On The Brink Lyrics 02:18 192 3,05 0.10
Hold Your Own Lyrics 03:37 144 3,38 0.10
Juno Massacre Lyrics 02:58 160 3,09 0.10
My Life Lyrics 02:47 160 3,14 0.10
It's Sickening Lyrics 03:35 176 4,39 0.10
The Maritimes Lyrics
Yo, let's take it back to the Maritimes man
Can't take yourself too serious
Do that thing you guys were doing

Fill your cup up then chug
Roll a joint up and get fucked
Ready for a kitchen party
Welcome to the Maritimes

Fill your cup up then chug
Roll a joint up and get fucked
Ready for a kitchen party
Welcome to the Maritimes

I'm from the East Coast of Canada, home of the bag pipe
Known for the fiddle players, beer and our keg price
Known for Alexander Keiths and the donair
Home of the Mooseheads but I don't really go there
We pay a buck for a litre of gas and
Smokes cost $10 a pack - damn
We always mix our tobacco with weed
It's just the way we always done it, shit is natural to me
So let me tackle the beat and unravel the scene
Let you people know what you never travel to see
We got battle MCs, we got story tellers
And we got awful MCs and corny motherfuckers
We got everything you wanna hear
Conscious to back pack, commercial to gangsta
R&B to abstract, grunge to rock, classical to country
So many artists working but no one making money
Welcome to the East Coast, home of the innocence
Still Pigeon Hold, as a farm or a fisher man
No major league teams, baseball or hockey
No urban radio just country and pop beats
I'm trying to shake these stereotypes
So give me space please, let me air out my life
I don't even eat fish, shit I never tried lobster
Can't play the fiddle, and never was a logger
But I swam in clean lakes, and enjoyed cool breezes
But Halifax harbours like swimming in diseases
We only known for Anne & Green Gable
Coal minds to Blue nose and P.E.I. potatoes
Maritimes, it's better than that
We livin' in another time so dead or with out
We got Universal Soul and Buck 65 and
The whole CTG and of course Classified
We got Back Burner, Good Night, Alpha Flight, Lock Down
Whiteboy, First Words, Trobiz and L-Town
And a million other artist, trying to get their flow heard
And let you know that we still workin' on these outskirts
We trying to blow like Halifax Explosion
Or maybe Anne Marie I know she's Nova Scotian
A Hurricane Juan blowing from the ocean
Either way it goes I'm still reppin for my coast man

Fill your cup up then chug
Roll a joint up and get fucked
Ready for a kitchen party
Welcome to the Maritimes

That's how we do it down here
Least that's how you think we do it down here
We all pile in the kitchen
Do it like this

Fill your cup up then chug
Roll a joint up and get fucked
Ready for a kitchen party
Welcome to the Maritimes

Welcome to the Maritimes
03:02 176 3,77 0.10
Well Never Fall Lyrics 03:48 160 4,07 0.10
Put It All In Perspective Lyrics 04:03 192 5,18 0.10
No Mistakes Lyrics
Just keep it goin'; yeah, yo
Now, I made many decisions and made many mistakes
Walked on many lands and swam in many lakes
I did good, did wrong; I got props and pissed on
I was dissed by the system but I still tried to get on
No one could tell me that my style was unhealthy
I never listened, kept spittin' 'til the neh-sayers felt me
Lookin' back, I guess you haters helped me
My fuel my drive
All just increased when you hated on Classified
Here's advice, for every rapper startin' out
Don't release a record 'til you're happy with the bars you wrote
My fourth album's the first record I really liked
Before that my flow was too hype and I really couldn't write
So, I took the long way, we could argue all day if it's the wrong way
But sit back and let the song play
Props to Joe Bombay for hookin' me up at the start
I never had the talent but he knew I had the heart

(Chorus) (2x)
Now understand, what I say
This year, no mistakes
Got here, no fate
Paid dues, won't wait
Made some mistakes and I'll probably make more
Just how it happens when you're try to go forward

(Verse 2)
I made the mistake of mixin' business and friendship
People got offended, relationships were ended
So that's why I remember this, severe every tie
Cause every time I ever endevor with business
It fucks up; Nothin' personal, but I got friends, I don't need 'em
And you'd wouldn't talk to me if I didn't have the beat you needed
I've been through too many shitty MC's with beats, believe it
But I got eat, kid; and seems the weaker cast the feeding
I'm hungary, can't think with an empty stomach
Made bad decisions and now I suffer from it
Got a few videos, but yo, wish I planned the vision through
Some came out dope, some are better just to listen to
Not tryin' to make excuses; But all I'm tryin' to do is music
Forget about these interviews and photoshoots
It's just not something for Class
I'm only here for rhymes, buildin' beats, killin' tracks and that's that


(Verse 3)
I started off young, took a couple wrong paths
Gimme a second, gimme a second; yo
I started off young, took a couple wrong paths
Yo man, put some more hi-hats in it
Now it's all good and I ain't ever lookin' back; yeah, yo
And I got this joint on my keyboard starin' back at me
Like you ain't gone be happy 'til you puff on this fatty
Smoke five years straight, made the mistake of tryin' it
Say I got no problem, but I really hate denyin' it
I'm an addict for the marijuana
Doesn't matter if I wanna get high
I get high, its part of everyday life that I chose
I know this shit'll probably kill me
And I won't quit, but everytime I blaze, I feel guilty
And I still do it, cause every choice has a consiquence
Never made made mistakes, then I'll never made no progress, man
No dope beats; In Hip-Hop you wouldn't know me
I'd still be back at Sobey's stockin' ya shelf with groceries

(Chorus) (2x)
03:39 176 4,53 0.10
Bad Side Remix Lyrics 04:06 160 4,43 0.10
It's Pretty Obvious Lyrics 03:43 160 3,87 0.10
It's Just My Opinion Lyrics 03:44 176 4,51 0.10
Beatin' It Lyrics 03:52 160 4,42 0.10
Addicted Lyrics 03:40 144 3,50 0.10
Lifes A Bitch Lyrics 02:43 128 2,47 0.10
Heavy Artillery Lyrics 03:55 176 4,54 0.10
Just The Way It Is Lyrics 04:15 176 4,91 0.10
Come Correct Lyrics 03:33 192 4,71 0.10
Why Lyrics
Why's this always happen, hey yo, looking in the future still feeling smothered
Rappers always acting, day after day, one time after another
Life has got me trapped in, hey yo, I can't jump these hurdles
I'm stuck in the circle, but I'm a be the last one laughing

It kind of makes me wonder, like damn, what happened to my people
What happened to commitment dropping sequel after sequel
Was I the only one that wanted to finish what we started
Was I the only one that had the guts to work the hardest
I guess so, cause you ain't nowhere to be found
Hey yo, my left blow could make an MC hit the ground
I'm in erect mode, whenever rhyming must occur
You prefer to take the path, do the math it won't add up
Won't take the ladder, combining data, mind over matter
Ain't really caring what ya do my glass will never shatter
My pockets ain't no fatter from yesterday
But at least I got paid dues all over my resume
What, you don't pay dues you don't move
And ah, What, don't wanna lose you conclude, but ah
I ain't the one to point my fingers at the man
If the man can't hold his own, drop the microphone
Now what you think


So why is life a trip, taking turns sharp like a razor blade
Avoiding people holding back like it was laser tag
Feeling trapped like I'm stuck in this obstacle
People saying think straight but kid I can't think logical
Now what, what I'm supposed to do to switch this
Used to be about the money not the business
But times change so I modify the tactics
Update the flow but still commit lyrical backflips
The gymnastic, master of the ceremony
While others coming phony I'll be off can't control me
So get a hold of me, let me know what's on your mind
I'm calling from your ladies house, star sixty-nine
I ain't lying ask her what was her response
Did she say anything about activity on the lawn
Probably not cause your girl don't kiss and tell,
Missing action, should have kept the mic, now who's laughing, me


Ah yo, my third verse, last topic of discussion
No introduction, but got you focused with no interruptions
Up to nothing, the way I won't commit this
Admit it, you did it, acquitted, forget it, yo
I'm like the conscience that watches the steps you take
I'm like the teacher in this game that makes it levitate
Now I can hold my weight, so name another
Never once dropped my head and ran for cover
Or shelter, I melt ya, with flows I connect with
Respected, injected, mc's be infected
With disease, so I breeze by without a doubt
The illest coming out, what you think I talk about, what

03:50 160 4,08 0.10
Three Beats And A Mc Lyrics 03:13 160 3,64 0.10