5th Element

And it's the 5th element (uh huh) Never repetitive (nah) Highly competitive (all right) Happy and elegant (yeah) "I'm gettin' busier, can't you tell? I got the rhymes that sound so well" [Hook] And it's the 5th element, never repetitive Highly competitive, happy and elegant "I'm gettin' busier, can't you tell? I got the rhymes that sound so well" [Verse 1] Yeah, I got no time to waste Back and it's time to embrace Kid is too nice, I ain't fallin' flat on my face I figured it out, yeah guess I'm crackin' the case And I ain't slowin' up, infact I'm detachin' the brace so Believe me when I say it I ain't gunna take no shit from no man Especially from no assholes Class is too much, I flex words like muscle And I ain't a hustla but I'm livin' off my hustle Diggin' in the grates, maneuver the track Went from rapper who produced to producer who raps Kid, respect drive if you don't respect rhymes We all got our taste but I stood the test of time [Hook] [Verse 2] And ever since I started movin' up and popped off this class I've been gettin' more attention and often more ass Listen, love women, can't stand sluts Media's fucked, irritating, all of the above (yep) My flow ain't pretty, rhymes ain't gritty I'm in between from the country, livin' in the city And record labels never saw a thing in me But I can tour and a thousand kids sing with me A modern day hippy, yeah changin' up the norm Smoke dope, you can say I'm bakin' up a storm I dress like I'm sixteen, spit like a pro Wear the same clothes in every video and every second show This is me, tryin' to do it comfortably Lazy as hell but I run my own company And most music, really I despise it But I hate on everything, I even hate most of my shit [Hook] {X2} [Scratches] "Classified" [Verse 3] Hip hop ain't the same, I remember parents used to hate it But hip hop is grown up and now parents play it Everybody and the grandmother love rap now And everybody and their grandmother try to rap now I'm a fan but I'm loosing my cool Cos every rapper that I hear keeps abusing they tools You can't make an album with 12 battle tracks When your punchlines are whack and you can't make hyenas laugh {*croak croak*} Most rappers don't like me, I can live with it Diss me on your record cause really I don't give a shit Say that I'm a sell out, call my beats commercial But it's only music man, I don't take none of it personal [Hook] {X2}