Cla**ified - 5th Element lyrics

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Cla**ified - 5th Element lyrics

[Chorus: x2] It's the 5th element Never repetitive Highly competitive Cla**y and elegant I'm gettin' busier can't you tell I got the rhymes that sound so well. [Verse 1: Cla**ified] I got no time to waste Back at it time to embrace Kid is too nice I aint fallin' back on my face I figured it out, yeah guess I'm crackin' the case And I aint slowin' up in fact I'm detachin' the brace So, believe me when I say it I aint gunna' take no sh** from no man especially from no a**holes Cla** is too much I flex words like muscle And I aint I hustler but I'm livin' off my hustle Diggin' in the crates, renewin the track Went from rapper who produce to producer who raps Kid, respect drive if you don't respect rhymes We all got a taste but I stood the test of time. [Chorus] [Verse 2: Cla**ified] And ever since I started movin' up And popped of his cla**(?) I've been getting more attention and offered more a** Listen, love women, can't stand s*uts Medias f**ed, irritating all of the above My flow aint pretty, rhymes aint gritty I'm in between, from the country livin' in the city And record labels never saw a thing in me But I enjoy that a thousand kids sing with me A modern day hippie, yeah changin' up the norm Smoke dope, you can say I'm bakin' up a storm Dress like I'm 16 spit like a pro Wear the same clothes in every video and every second show This is me, try to do it comfortably Lazy as hell but I run my own company And most music, really I despise it But I hate on everything I even hate most of my sh**. [Chorus x2] C'mon, cla**ified, cla**, cla**, ified Cla**ified, cla**, cla**, ified Cla**ified, cla**, cla**, ified Cla**ified, cla**, cla**, ified [Verse 3: Cla**ified] Hip hop aint the same I remember parents used to hate it But hip hop is grown up and now parents play it Everybody and the grandmother love rap now And everybody and the grandmother try to rap now I'm a fan but I'm loosin' my cool Cuz every rapper that I hear keep abusing their tools You can't make an album with 12 battle tracks When your punch lines are wack And you can't make hyenas laugh.. Most rappers don't like me I can live with it Dis me on your record cuz really I don't give a sh** Say that I'm a sellout Call my beats commercial It's only music man I don't take none of it personal. [Chorus x2]