[Blak Smith] Milk crates filled with gold records
On the cover sleeves
Old memories of fine scenes that I wouldn't remember
On the Belle Isle a young Willie showed me how to jump checkers
Told my grandad to "king me"
As if he was my debtor
That's when he cracked a smile in that Cosby Sweater
That's Michelle at her job
Right before the Hajj
After the pizzeria closed
She led me to her Mecca
Breathing on her neck
Sucking on her nectar
Next day she got the call from the health inspector
And that's mom
Beating me with a sceptor
She pulled a Jessica Fletcher
Found porno under my dresser
Snitched and told pops
And pops was like whatever
Till this day the case is cold
Apparently I was set up
Memories are forever
Good or bad they're mine to treasure
In hindsight, it was all plush leather
That shit was classic

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Keep me up a many ah sleepless nights
Me and my need to write
My passion feeds the fight
Oh My God
Soul and you burn for me
Live for eternity
Till it's your turn to be

[Mic Write] Since the tender age of 13
I been egaged in working
These verses like a trapeze artist in a circus
Navigating line to line
Allowing my mind to shine
They call me phenomonon
I'm John Travolta
Word is. . .
That I'm going crazy
Dedicated to the day that I'm outflowing Jay-Z
Writing morning, noon and night
I'm never growing lazy cause I'm chasing something
Bass is bumping in the back lacing something to the track
Ehh
I ain't like it, I rewrite it
Then recite, I'm excited
Close my eyelids
It's exactly what I wanted
Give me enough time with the beat
And I bet I Vietnam it
Nagasaki, Hiroshima
Call in FEMA
It's a wrap when I rap
But I wanna' do more than kill a verse
I wanna' bang a classic into your chest until it hurts
Promise that forever I rhyme this
Till the day that I'm timeless
For now you can rewind this
Classic

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[Kopelli] This is the craftin' of a classic that's
Similar to Potter on the mic makin' magic tracks
After that, ship it to the masses man imagine that
Play it for the people and watch how they react to that
Maybe they can feel the emotion it's so passion-at (Passionate)
Get it in their system addict em until they ask for that
Feenin' for this feelin' they peelin' the cold cash for that
So immaculate they got to have it in their habitat
Fill my writin' tab-i-lat (tablet) with quotes from a gradu-at (Graduate)
Let me flip my tassel back
Classic like the cadillac ya old grand daddy got
We will be ya fav-o-rat (Favorite)
Movin' crowds we master that
Flow is kinda fabulous fam, sounds miraculous (Yeah)
We do it like our lives cling to it
And that good feel is really what my team brings to it
We movin' over tracks fluidly stream through it
So what else could u call this music
Truly it's classic

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