'96 Classic Lyrics

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A'yo it's nights like these

That got me sitting reminiscing

Feeling like I might light weed

Yeah

Until my eyes are looking slight Chinese

Me and rap are inseperable

Oh yeah, we're quite Siamese

These rappers got bars

But they ain't hitting quite like these

If you can't see my greatness then

Adjust your eye sight please

Got them flipping over my tape

Kind of like side B's

Wanna be free as Cole looks

Feeling that bike-ride breeze

But still I got a ways to go

For the major dough

Nothing worth having comes easy

That's just the way it go

I had to get my focus right

So I made it so

From performing with a broken mic

On the stage at shows

To recording through the Focusrite

To the radio

What am I saying

Them fuckers still haven't played me yo

Used to rock silver but

Nowadays the chains are gold

Just praying that this industry'll

Never claim my soul

This for my people

Who be caught up on the block still

With big dreams

So best believe we cannot chill

Hard to settle for lesser though

When you got skill

I just studied the sickest

And then I got ill

Yeah

Now it's classic like '96

Just rapping and writing hits

An addict for mics and it's

Middle fingers up

Fuck the world if life's a bitch

Just pour out a cup of that Henney

And light a spliff

They say I've got my head in the clouds

I'm such a dreamer

But when it comes to spitting these raps

There's nothing realer

Ain't no plan B

And I don't plan on budging either

Got a laser-like focus and

A tough demeanor

But it sucks to be the

Most under-appreciated

Underrated

That's something that keeps me jaded

To be the greatest

I'll R.I.P. you're favourites

Put so much time in this game

That I can't leave it nameless

Gotta leave my mark

All I need's a spark

To set this world on fire

And tear the scene apart

I mean I've come this far

When most don't even start

Painting pictures

Yeah every verse is a piece of art

Every beat is a blank canvas

I Van Damme this

The way I kick it, is wicked

Smashing the fan's standards

So you can thank Sandra's

Second born

For bringing the real back

Just hoping you feel that

Like

This for my people

Who be caught up on the block still

With big dreams

So best believe we cannot chill

Hard to settle for lesser though

When you got skill

I just studied the sickest

And then I got ill

Yeah

Now it's classic like '96

Just rapping and writing hits

An addict for mics and it's

Middle fingers up

Fuck the world if life's a bitch

Just pour out a cup of that Henney

And light a spliff