man, And it's funny, I've seen buddies that I trust turn away, 'Cause money can't buy you love but It can earn you hate, And none of you gave a fuck till the movement went large, Now every crew is making music, every dude has got bars, Now every half-ass bar fly up in the bar rhymes, We sit about, spitting 'bout the dark and the hard times, But got perspective on the fighting for the crowns and the such, When we encountered and old pal who had been down on his luck, In some Volleys pushing trolleys eating soup from a tin, My girls like golly, man these pollie's aren't improving a thing, Well swap your worries for some Bolly, swap your suit for some wings, And fly with us, we light it up and it's a beautiful thing Classified Verse 2 That's where I started at, the days of Walkmans and Starter hats, The open mic nights mastering the art of rap, We man-made, underground like an artefact, We don't need to worry when the market crash, I'm from the bottom, bottom of New Scotland, Planted all my seeds watered them then watched it blossom, Then they try to tell me over time we'd be forgotten, rotten, Thinking that you'regonna keep me boxed in? Nonsense, Hilltop and Class rock till your noggin's nodding, You can walk in my shoes but never fit in my jeans, I do this with no option till my body's old and rotten and