Classic

Let it go [Hook - Various Scratches] You know my name Shad...Shad...Shad We not playing I put words together like magic...magic We can't stop Man, this is classic You know my name Then you know that I'm...Skratch...Bastid So that's what I'mma do. Take you back...take you back Classic. Classic. Classic. Classic [Verse 1] Already classic, and it hasn't even happened yet Bolt on that 100 meter dash with the fastest jet Stepped on the track, and I already lapped the best That's the flex. Classic as a Jazzy Jeff scratch cassette Me and Bastid, we about as classic as classic gets Classic as a Bob Cousy pass back to Havilcek Going back to Cali, like going back to snapping necks Going back to Nazareth classic. Hommie, Shad's a vet Going over heads like you haven't had your baggage checked Cats especially just match the bet, but I stack the deck All good; I take cash or cheques Spitting that classic slang. Catching wrecks Mad corrects. Scratch the rest [Hook] [Verse 2] Check it out I'm not trying to preach a sermon. I just keep returning To these same proverbs, and wise words when I seek discernment They find what I speak disturbing. They say my rapping is country They say that rapping my country is like if Keith was urban Looking street with the heater burning. I smirk And then keep concerning myself with real wealth and deeper learning You see, fashion's just a flash in the pan What's classic stays classic 'till it's fashioned again So I'd rather be the baddest with a pad and a pen And just hot for a minute off some fad or a trend That's the definition of classic. Shad with a gem Still bright when the lights, or the cameras are dim In a lab on a limb, and I've been out a while They just cool down, but I never turn down the dial Thoroughbred veteran. Ahead by a thousand miles Being this good – that can never go out of style Could it? [Hook]