Skratch Bastid - Cla**ic lyrics

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]