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 cla**ic
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
Cla**ic. Cla**ic. Cla**ic. Cla**ic
[Verse 1]
Already cla**ic, 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. Cla**ic as a Jazzy Jeff scratch ca**ette
Me and Bastid, we about as cla**ic as cla**ic gets
Cla**ic as a Bob Cousy pa** back to Havilcek
Going back to Cali, like going back to snapping necks
Going back to Nazareth cla**ic. 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 cla**ic 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 cla**ic stays cla**ic '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 cla**ic. 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]