Unexpected

[Verse 1] Now I'm the type of kid who wears jogging pants to your downtown scene Stay comfortable with a pound of brown weed Lounge around streets and down a few Keiths Pound a few beats, ya'll know the sound is unique Now who is this? Class, the last man standing Gas can in hand trying to blast Grand Canyons What, I gotta act hard to be a rap star? I grew up in the sticks fighting hicks in my backyard Ain't nothing pretty, far from the grimiest Started in the 90's and it's still hard to find me Sitting on the benches, still independent But a Halflife artists attacks mics hardest So open up your eyes, hold back, stop the talking I speak to individuals so listen through a walkman I know I say it often, hard to understand But I'm sick of doing shows in front of 25 fans [Chorus] {X2} We know, ya'll ain't ready People, won't expect me Class, stay ahead of this Ya'll, reap the benefits Your whole steeze is devilish And that's why, we ending it [Verse 2] Now I don't walk with a limp, I walk with a swagger in my step Nova Scotia kid putting majors to the test Behaviour is a mess, stressed, wanna put this dagger in your chest Feel like laying ya to rest But I calmed down and keep my head up Ignoring all these wack rap cats who got me fed up Doing this for class so fuck all the challengers You wanna get your talent heard? Well let me mark it on my calendar And we can do this, rhyme for rhyme, who's fluid I let me frustrations out strictly through music That's why I'm laid back when I talk all the time But I'll smash you in the melon if you cross that line Listen, I ain't trying to make this physical now You're pitiful pal comparing to my lyrical style A mile a minute I'm moving, keep running laps Making heads turn till I hear something snap (ahhhhhh!!!) [Chorus] [Scratches] "We will be here" "For-ever" "Better recognize and try to analyze this" "Get what I'm saying?" [Verse 3] Yo Grade 6, smart mouth teen I thought I was the shit wearing acid wash jeans Now I'm trying to take over this rap and rock scene Testing all teams when I'm letting off steam Effecting ya'll beans, my flow is too dope If I smoke another rapper I'll need a hole in my throat Never smoked weed all through senior high school It just wasn't for me, I wrote rhymes, recorded beats But now aiyyo I'm known to get stoned quick Get up on the net and start bootlegging my own shit Grown kid, still throws fits Attack tracks with raps and stay focused [Chorus] {X2} Yeah yeah, Class back for another round