CLASSIC Lyrics

Just another classic, just another classic

It's that new wave, funk shway

Wake the fuck up

It's the Neighborhood coming ur way

With the reign mixtape

About to drop dope super sick rhymes today

Chop you up like fillets

Bitch you better be praying

Cause the neighborhood came slaying

And we're Buffy too, what you gonna do

When I pull up with liquid swords

I'm a G smoking Zs, but I'm A grade see

You can't roll like me

This that classic shit bitch, uh

Grim reaper to the mic most deadly

Quick to catch a felony

Murdering mics with anger

They prayed on my downfall

Wronged at all angles

They hate the swagger I posses

Like joe burrow on the bengals

Defeating the odds

Nods to the rap gods before me

Gave me this power to perform heat

Studied the greats won't listen to debates

Cuz they all paved the way for me

Unique style timeless rhymes

Shit that got the crowd shaking g

So we're bringing back the classic

Boombap bastards real rap bitch

When we get to blasting

Fasten your seatbelts cuz the takeoffs happening

We put in fuckin work so we make it happen

Straight from Long Island bitch

It's not Manhattan

It's the shoguns lookin like we Voltron

We Jesus bitch we floating

Never going through motions

On the record we exploding like it's Nine/Eleven

Bush orchestrated it yeah I said it

Cause I simply don't give a fuck

I'm classic as could be I'm just fuckin me

It's The mother fucking worm bitch peace

Can't describe a better high

Than spittin rhymes with my tribe

Cudi style, day and night

Twenty-four/seven Three-Six-Five

Killin mics with my guys

Worm and Micken at my side

When the triple six combined

You feel the funk in your spine

Motherfucking Neighborhood can't be denied

Dam right I'm living the life I like

Yes you're god dam right it is a grind

There be long days and endless nights

But I'm truly having a hell of a time

Booling making noise with my boys burning day light

Passing that find kind dripping in success in disguise

It's my idea of paradise I couldn't think of a better life

Feel like the luckiest man alive

To be with my brothers in arms on the front line

Neighborhoods Finest til I fucking die

In my Master Yoda Jersey

With the black and white pinstripes

Puffin a Dutch sipping a Tito and Sprite

Smoking a stage fucking up the platform

Shaking the stadium with Micken and that Worm

Leaving mics shattered

Crowd screaming out for the Boombap Bastard

Rile them up cause a riot and in turn disaster

See that's why no one wants to follow up the master

Holy trinity bless you with another classic

After classic after classic after classic after