Classic Example

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Debris] Woo! "Classic example" "Classic example" [Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch] Now, we bring the new danger to strangers who claim to defame the crew Pharoahe, Hilltop Hoods, never singing the blues Slinging these new singles for you to mingle to Australian hip-hop, but not kangaroos Change the game a little, rearrange the rules Your whole frame is brittle, man, you came to lose We drop classics, you bastards My final four defeats sweet sixteens like March Madness It's not passive, so ravenous This collaborative effort is not average It's magnanimous, thus My little crew got loose screws, these dudes will put two in your cabbage One in your laminate, uh, three in your manager's Phantom Don't be a candidate for Animal Planet, uh Lyrical savages and CD anger management classes Look how we handle 'em, we leave 'em in bandages, damn it [Hook: Scratches by DJ Debris] + {Pharoahe Monch} (Classic example!) "I do my thing for real" (Pharoahe!) "While I cooked up classics" "The bottom line, my sound system ready to shine" "While I cooked up classics" [Verse 2: Suffa, Pharoahe Monch] No stoppin' us now Hilltop in this, we lockin' it down Apocalypse now, we're not with this monotonous sound It's innocuous hip-hop and we're on top of a cloud Rockin' a crowd, droppin' this like "Who's not with us now, huh?" They're all feelin' our movement, it's Got DJs scratchin' up my shit like removalists Who is this ludicrous, furious, humorous Dude that just threw us off the back of a tour bus? Two of us bringin' the shit that got your hands clappin' Luminous, swingin' my dick like Doctor Manhattan I had to stop for breath 'Cause our shit's like Joan of Arc, man, it's hot to death We blowin' up the spot, not once but twice like P-Monch Blowin' up some Reebok pumps with a beatbox Come to life, or try get this drunk outta here Pfft, my shit's a classic, man, get the fuck outta here [Hook: Scratches by DJ Debris] + {Suffa} "I do my thing for real" (Mr. Suffa!) "While I cooked up classics" "The bottom line, my sound system ready to shine" "While I cooked up classics" [Verse 3: Pressure, Pharoahe Monch] This ain't a so-so, promo, believe me it's pro Dope flow that don't know the meanin' of no Me and my co, Pharoahe, won't be leavin' the show Till the speakers blow from the heat of my flow We write classics for back alley theatrics Playin' with fire livin' in a house built with match sticks Haters wanna roll with me now, showin' love? Guess I'm just too busy holdin' it down to hold a grudge Your average amateurs panic and choke They ain't actually dope, they're high on cannabis smoke I'm still the man if I don't blow a grand on a rope 'Cause fortune favours the brave, that's why these rappers are broke, huh Props to Nu-Mark for jackin' the sample Debris could lay a scratch with his arms full Keeping heads packed like a carpool, back for the masses to marvel Here's another classic example [Hook: Scratches by DJ Debris] + {Pressure} "I do my thing for real" (Pressure MC!) "While I cooked up classics" "The bottom line, my sound system ready to shine" "While I cooked up classics"