Leaders of The New School---Classic Material








            

            



Busta Rhymes Lyrics

Classic Material 

	CLASSIC! Busta Rhymes is 
	CLASSIC! Dinco D is 
	CLASSIC! Charlie Brown is 
	CLASSIC! Milo in the Dance is 
	CLASSIC! Backspin is CLASSIC! 

   Cut to the Monitor, Monitor to the Cut, what? Milo in the Dance! 

[Milo]
Bust this as I construct this like a blunt 
Ropie dope, first quarter just start 
Now people in the dance me au beh uni 
Uni uni, fe big up in '92 
No link to dust, watch brain cells bust 
As I flip the script, I could make a Rev feel lit 
You walking on shakey ground, call it warned 
Now big up your chest if you could test L.O.N.S. 
Mr. Distress take a long rest 
And I never never never wanna see you no more, see you no more 
See you no more, got classic material wall to wall 

[Dinco D] 
Hey, running through computer chips, leaving trails of flesh 
Disectable satons, crucial to summing quest 
Less, yes, bust press on the drumpads 
Caress chest may relieve stress, so 
Consider the inner outta don't know if you oughta doubt a 
Seat a eater Peter, what you saying after hours? 
Players pop pills, pop stars blunt fanatics the dramatics 
Come running up to me, the D to the O (Why it gotta be you, D?) 
Which sees for insight within the C down 
With an (oh my gosh) and a (oh C.B.) 
10-4 not Milo (follow me) 
Cuss, you mean us, Leaders as you see, you an MC, you an MC 
Well no time to play, LP it in time 
It's just another case, hey but I place 
Place another fact and exact I come (Oh!) 
Classic Material we reign number one 

	Classic Material, Classic Material 
	L.O.N.S. with the Classic Material 
	Classic Material, Classic Material 
	Everybody, we got the Classic Material 

[Charlie Brown] 
Hey, a new frontier, pioneer to steer 
Ripping and rhyming, ripping and rhyming every single year 
365, 24/7, Stomp romp stamp amp floor keep stepping 
Merely, yearly, my base is always 1st, not 3rd, word 
Catch the patch in the latch of the hook of the book 
Perhaps? (No haps!) 
If so (Hip-hop!) Make 'em make 'em clap 
Last class, I alphabetized the re-rap 
A boy came down every day, A-B-C-D-E, now see what I say 
C. Brown reflections of black (And!) 
The shade of the lyrical, here to kick facts 
Give me a hit (Hit!) for the classic elastic splastic dope on plastic

No illusion no confusion, undecided, I'm invited delighted and bite it

Material madness, raw for the core imperial, as I come with an aerial

Power from the L-shaped room 
L.O.N.S., L.O.N.S. we smoke boom! 

[Busta Rhymes] 
When I make my music, I got the classic material 
When I grab the microphone you know I'm reigning imperial 
Wake up in the morning, eat my whole wheat cereal 
Historical styles combines with new musical 
L.O.N.S. wreck shit as usual 
When we make a presence yes we got to make it visual 
Mental, physical, then we come spiritual 
Follow this shit here, cause this shit is emotional 
We express an emotion through a style they call lyrical 
Mysterical, we make it complicated and technical 
Numerical as we move down like a decimal 
(East Coast Stomp!) Cause you know that is the principle 
Look at here, what you see is four individuals 
This time, you know we're going to form in institutional 
So that we can become one and become more powerful 
You're living mystical, I- 
dentify yourself as you face the universal 
Ripping it at will and it's done with no rehearsal 
Moving like you're dusted and you're caught up in something trivial 
T.I.M.E. is eternal when you have the 

	Classic Material, yes Material, yes Material 
	You know we got Material, Classic Material 
	Yes Material, yes Material, Classic Material!  





  


     
 
 
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