Kev Klassic

Kev Klassic

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Rap - Hip Hop | Pemberton, New Jersey, United States
Total Song Plays: 98   
Member Since: 2006
   Last Login: over 30 days ago

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Story Behind the Song

Angry at the rap game and how sorry rappers are getting signed


Accept ya'll flaws ya'll niggas gonna take this loss
Like any minivan tryna race a porsche
I put you on the shelf like cans at grocery stores
Ya'll got no chance what ya'll doing all that hoping for
Look at the kid ya'll know that the words is raw
And I read ya'll dudes like school reports
No remorse is shown when I'm through them doors
And I move ya'll niggas like I'm using force
The golden child I'm ruthless but I always smile
Boxing niggas in like baby Moses crossing the Nile
Double cross me ya'll gonna be holding that cross for a while
Before your bodies found somewhere feeding crocodiles
Facing Klassic son that ain't a thought thats wise
You in a swordfight with a machete you just a pocket knife
Watch your left guard your right save your life
Take my advice cuz I don't ever say shit twice

Chorus: I don't give a fuck about money, money, drugs, drugs
Pretty boys, hustlers, bitches and thugs
Everybody wanna talk that real man shit
Sit back take notes how a real man spits

See my flows done graduated mind got sophisticated
People from my past like goddamn Kev made it
Yeah bitch and I know you hate it
How my account keeps moving like it's motivated
Moving on up like george and weezy
But lord believe me I make it look like but it ain't that easy
Everybody feening for my raps like its new crack
Without me ya'll face withdrawal like pookie in the city of New Jack
Am I my brothers keeper
Hell no unless you got dough and hot flows you seeking
I'm connected to murder in the booth
Like the John Wilkes that night that caught up to Lincoln
I'm hungry dog ya'll ain't got no cake at all
For wasting my time ya'll ain't really safe at all
Thugs at night but in broad day ya'll ways is soft
And ya'll all about as fucking real as baseketball


When these flows unfurl dog I shock the world
It's like Wilt saying he lied and was opposed to girls
Know your limits I ain't in it so don't forget it
You in a fight that you ain't never had no hopes of winning
I go over ya'll niggas like obstacles
With flows nuttier than all squirrels who's mouths is full
Wear so much money on my neck that my pockets drool
And my balls go in more holes than games of pool
Face it fool really you just ain't this cool
Don't be mad cuz really son it aint just you
Niggas could try all they want but if I could be blunt
Ya'll just blowing out more air than bicycle pumps
Feel that draft when you said you'll kill my ass
After a second even you had to laugh


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Rap - Hip Hop

Lyric Credits Kevin Augustin
Music Credits W.A.G.E. RECORDS
Producer Credits Franklin Simmons
Performance Credits Kevin Augustin
Label Credits W.A.G.E. RECORDS