Damn Right - Classified

Two turntables and a mic

Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone;

it’s God damn right

That’s the only way they’re gonna hear you

Fresher than fresh

Two turntables and a mic

Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone;

it’s God damn right

Yeah, you’re talking that bullshit

That’s the only way they’re gonna hear you

Yeah, yeah

And yo, straight from the motherfucking field

Everything I do is too real, too ill

Said they want rap shit, gotta give 'em rap shit

Run up in your city with that gritty boom bap shit

Yell it to the world, never sleep on me

I’m still tryna wake 'em up, it’s a free coffee

This is what you need, this is that tongue-in-cheek

This is that one, two, three

No Sesame Street, but the numbers speak;

like, come on

It’s going down, I’m 'bout to free fall

I hold it down like a fat kid on a seesaw

I do it bigger than bigger, I do it big y’all

I ain’t a baller but balls bigger than beach balls

I’m locked and loaded this is pure survival

Fuck fame, it killed my idols;

Biggie and Michael

And ain’t nobody talking making any sense

But people at the shows still sitting in the stands

Yeah (get up, get up)

I bet it all like Pro-Line

I ran it through the goal line, and hit the fucking gold mine

They try to leave me out to dry, hang 'em from the clothesline

But watch me go with Showtime, that’s why I pay 'em no mind

Now let me know if we gotta get in (damn right)

We be busy rocking maybe you’re asleep (damn right)

Ain’t nobody here ready to leave (damn right)

So here we go (here we go)

Come on, come on

Two turntables and a mic

Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone;

it’s God damn right

That’s the only way they’re gonna hear you

Fresher than fresh

Let me nibble on your nipple and tickle you 'til you giggle

Baby, I keep it dirty since I was simple and little

I scribble these riddles to spin your head like a swivel

I talk my way out of pickles, you talkin' so superficial

We know it, we know it;

I keep it hardcore like parkour

Luke against the Dark Lord like it’s Star Wars

I keep it sweating like Rick Ross, flip flops

I took my life into my own hands like criss-cross

Don’t even try to correct me (you won’t)

Don’t even try to understand and dissect me (move on)

And keep your mouth shut, you’re talking too recklessly

I’m 'bout to cut your lifeline, like a vasectomy

Successfully, I did this domestically

Without any recipe and kept the integrity

I’m better than I ever been, a legend and a gentleman

Pumping like adrenaline, I’m pain relief like medicine

Man, who bumped the damn turntable?

I know you feeling good, but this could quickly turn fatal

Don’t ever stop the music when you rocking like this

'Cause you could lose a great thing like 2Pac in Nine-Six

Now let me know if we gotta get in (damn right)

We be busy rocking maybe you’re asleep (damn right)

Ain’t nobody here ready to leave (damn right)

So here we go (here we go)

Come on, come on

Two turntables and a mic

Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone;

it’s God damn right

That’s the only way they’re gonna hear you

Fresher than fresh

Damn right

(Mike Boyd) Luke, where you at?

Luke!

(Mike Boyd) Luke?

… What are you doing man?

(Realtor) I guess their ten minutes is up