The word classic means something that is a perfect example of a particular style, something of lasting worth or with a timeless quality. The word can be an adjective (a classic car) or a noun (a classic of English literature). It denotes a particular quality in art, architecture, literature and other cultural artifacts. In commerce, products are named 'classic' to denote a long standing popular version or model, to distinguish it from a newer variety. Classic is used to describe many major, long-standing sporting events. Colloquially, an everyday occurrence (e.g. a joke or mishap) may be described as 'an absolute classic'.
"Classic" should not be confused with classical, which refers specifically to certain cultural styles, especially in music and architecture: styles generally taking inspiration from the Classical tradition, hence classicism.
The classics are the literature of ancient Greece and Rome, known as classical antiquity, and once the principal subject studied in the humanities. Classics (without the definite article) can refer to the study of philosophy, literature, history and the arts of the ancient world, as in "reading classics at Cambridge". From that usage came the more general concept of 'classic'.
Christopher Edward Martin (born March 21, 1966), better known by his stage name DJ Premier (also known as Preem, Premo, or Primo for short), is an American record producer and DJ, and was the instrumental half of the hip hop duo Gang Starr, together with emcee Guru. Born in Houston and raised in Prairie View, Texas, he has lived in Brooklyn, New York, for much of his professional career. Rolling Stone identified Premier as arguably Hip-Hop's greatest producer of all time.
The Source named DJ Premier one of the five greatest producers in hip-hop history, while the editors of About.com ranked him #1 on their Top 50 Hip-Hop Producers list. He also made the "Finals" in the search for The Greatest Hip-Hop Producer of All Time by Vibe. He attended Prairie View A&M University.
Premier is known for producing all of Gang Starr's songs as well as many of the Gang Starr Foundation's songs. His work also includes production for heavyweight rappers such as (alphabetic order) Apathy, Big L, Bun B, Canibus, D.I.T.C., Fat Joe, Game, Jay-Z, Kanye West, KRS-One, Lord Finesse, M.O.P., Mos Def, Nas, Rakim, Royce Da 5'9", The LOX, The Notorious B.I.G., Snoop Dogg, Xzibit, rock band Limp Bizkit, Big L, Big Daddy Kane, Ill Bill, Joell Ortiz, and pop/R&B singer Christina Aguilera, among many others.
Lawrence Krisna Parker (born August 20, 1965), better known by his stage names KRS-One (an acronym for Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone), and Teacha, is an American rapper. At the 2008 BET Awards, KRS-One was the recipient of the Lifetime Achievement Award for all his work and effort towards the Stop the Violence Movement as well as the overall pioneering of hip hop music and culture.
Lawrence Parker was born in Flatbush, Brooklyn, New York during the summer of 1965. Parker left home at 16 to become an MC, coming to live at a homeless shelter in the South Bronx where he was dubbed Krishna by residents because of his interest in the Hare Krishna spirituality of some of the antipoverty workers. By the time he met youth counselor Scott Sterling, he was also writing graffiti as KRS-One (Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone). Together he and Sterling, a.k.a. DJ Scott La Rock eventually created Boogie Down Productions, releasing their debut album, Criminal Minded, in 1987. KRS-One has been a vegetarian since his youth.
[?] on my hear, iPhone in my side
Bad hoe on my bed, A5 that I drive
I'm in the dealership daily, them workers know me there
And sales women they kissing me before they blow me
there
I'm scared to death of commitment yeah that's my only
fare
I can't stick with nothing, not long enough to grow a
beard
A lot you owe me but fuck it we never talking boy
Better more cut my losses cause the conversation cost
more, over
We walk [?] offer
[?] will need a garage door
New York in my blood, your girlfriend in my car
So many pounds in my jeans it's like the queen sucking
my balls
My team brushing them off, we don't wanna be bother
We be rolling round the city with some chicks who need
they father
We riding yeah we riding, getting everything provided
Fuck people, smoking till they eyes are soar
Let them know, yeah
Cause everything we touch is classic
We money hungry, only paper that satisfies us
Expensive taste and your bank account [?]
You asking why your baby see me like a pacifier
She ain't always [?] and sucking, her ass is crying
My life is a blur, I live that high life in the dirt
You stay a [?] my squad type with that work
But they jobs ain't got no benefits
[?] like they wasn't listening and the shit's been said
Never never get high on your own supply
Fuck it, I'm in a public and living a movie scene
My regrets are worth more than your dreams
Move fast all, we got cash all,
We want iPads on our dashboards
We get it popping you never [?] you window shop at the
My women shop at the [?] store, they get anything that
they need
Yeah, and that's the way it's gonna be,
Aha, yeah, I know it's only one me,
Many of try,
If I want to be the queen of the street,
I'm just me, yeah
Classic, got that classic,
I only forgot to try,
... pen
And write the only thought of mine,
... just trying to figure it out,
It's so easy.
Classic, I'm so nut to average
Hook for... from the...
Top gun not one that I'm see... I
GGA only them see GI,
Cropped in photoshop, they're not in my telephone,
Who want to challenge, I'm on the way to,..
I'm not breath ain't,..
Flow low stop like,..
I'm actually, how should I put it
Let it... it,
It'a a village, a a... or,..
No tell... causious so tell,..
Since I took some time apart
When the last time you asked why,
They got me flow it in, pussy... all in it,
Follow in the,.. survive...
... dirty heavy, pump it that classic.
[Chorus:]
Classic, classic,
Open that classic
Classic, all day classic
I'm dig it, classic.
My dues told to...
Shut, shut them down
No flow...
Might blow the...
... heavy one they hope they pass it
This way just might have to...
... trying to be nice... this time to...
So classic, even my car it's historic
Classic,.. the rap who's...
I leave one drink....
Launched like...
Bring the game flying over sea too worried
Me and my... show up...
Telling them suck up their asses
About that bombastic, is digging in, in, pomp in that classic.
[Chorus:]
Classic, open that classic
Dig it that classic
I'm dig it
[Tajai]
it's the linchpin
Lynching
Antsy inchin' bit by bit chompin'at the bit
My shot's inaccurate for profit
Passionate for profit
Cashin' in, that's the shit
Lyrical laxative
Runnin off afta'
Never relaxing...lashin'
Different than the last one
So let's see..
Chocolate dipped nuts, I'm nestle milk
World Wrestling Federation built
Y'all are complacent still?
Display some skill!
My word placement first place
If not I verse basic
My complex...is complex
Balance in check
No comment with comparable talents as yet
There's always a first
Yet, there's always a verse
And always a hurse, so they always disperse
Tails tucked..
Who, why, when, where, what?
And how...sorry but not with that style!
I'm fond of fondling these tactless tactile
Cats until they tapped out
Put that down...cause I put that down
Yeah I do that there
Why you act scared?
Talkin bout 'who that there'...I'll knock 'em out!
If you ain't ship shape keep your shit shut
'Fore I shift shape, leave this shit shut
Closed up...sucka get your pose up!
You hold down...what's the hold up, huh?
[Hook: Del]
Uh, somethin' ya do when you're fire resistant
An ionic trinsic instantaneous lenses
Diablo, domino effect wobble, stumble..
Tryin' to follow?
Ask Pollo, dumbo!
Need a model?
Taj will assault silicone
Reverberate with realer tone
Fill in holes till it hurt deep in your bones
I mean really drill it home to your inner zone
[Pep Love]
We put in the work to make your body jerk
We won't shirk the duty of makin you shake your gluteus maximus
Yeah, that's what's up!
The music is movin', you need to be catchin' up
Classical massacres occurs in a flash, a blur
Smashin' our hammer
Then when we clash with words
Adrenalin rush shatter you fragile gentlemen
When I hit 'em up with agile style
Venom and change the game like two ways did pagers
And 2Pac did before the plagerist came
Sword swing around, we not horsing
I'ma do mine, you do your thing
Hieroglyphics is monolithic
Chronicle and I careen in on a collision course to contradiction
God is listenin'
We collage, analyze with the touch of a brush to paint this picture
I'm heart felt with the texture of velvet
My art propellin'...the wax start meltin'
We makin' the matrix break to this
And motivatin' the shake...complacentness
Mixed of many maneuvers
We get blitzed and the groove is deep as it gets to reap benefits
From Oakland to Brooklyn
The language spoken...broken and crooked
You know how we do it!
[Hook: Del]
Uh, somethin' ya do when you're fire resistant
An ionic trinsic instantaneous lenses
Diablo, domino effect wobble, stumble..
Tryin' to follow?
Ask Pollo, dumbo!
Need a model?
Taj will assault silicone
Reverberate with realer tone
Fill in holes till it hurt deep in your bones
This old smoke filled bar is something I'm not used to
But I gave up my home to see you satisfied
And I just called to let you know where I'll be living
It's not much but I feel welcome here inside.
And I've got swinging doors, a jukebox and a bar stool
My new home has a flashing neon sign
Stop by and see me any time you want to
Cause I'm always here at home till closing time.
I've got everything I need to drive me crazy
I've got everything it takes to lose my mind
And in here, the atmosphere's, just right for heartache
And thanks to you I'm always here till closing time.
And I've got swinging doors, a jukebox and a bar stool
My new home has a flashing neon sign
Stop by and see me any time you want to
Cause I'm always here at home till closing time
Yeah, I'm always here at home till closing time.
She ain't as young as she used to be
She's got some miles on her now
She ain't no chicken and her paint job's fadin'
But I still love her anyhow
She still runs hot and sexy
Stoppin' grown men in their tracks
Take her top down in the sunshine
Chase the wind no lookin' back
Fell in lust when I first saw her
Lookin' like a million dollars
Couldn't wait to get inside her
Just to ride her
Listen to her scream
Every young man's dream
And I don't care if the rust shows thro'
She's got some miles on her now
She's still the classic
Still to die for
And I still love her anyhow
There may be trouble ahead
But while there's music and moonlight (moonlight and
music) and love and
romance
Let's face the music and dance
Before the fiddlers have fled
Before they ask us to pay the bill, and while we still
have that chance
Let's face the music and dance
Soon, we'll be without the moon
Humming a different tune - and then...
There may be teardrops to shed
So (But) while there's music and moonlight (moonlight and
music) and love and
romance
(Let's face the music and dance, dance)
(Let's face the music - let's here that music)
Let's face the music and dance
Got to write a classic
Got to write it in an attic
Babe, I'm an addict now
An addict for your love
I was a stray boy
And you was my best toy
Found it easy to annoy you
But you were different from the rest
And I loved you all the wrong ways
Now listen to my say
If it changed to another way
Would the difference make it
Would it be a classic
I gotta send it right away
Expressing my words
One bridge at a time
Then tearing them up
'Cause they never rhyme
Alone in my room
So far from your love
Whatever I write
That's not good enough
And it's not what I mean
I mean it's not what it seems
I just keep living for dreams
Got to write a classic
Got to write it in an attic
Babe, I'm an addict now
An addict for your love
Gotta write it down and send it right away
Got to write a classic
Got to write it in an attic
Babe, I'm an addict now
An addict for your love
Now I'm living my life
One day at a time
Since losing your love
I've been losing my mind
No more can I see
The future so clear
And it's not what I mean
I mean it's not what it seems
I just keep living for dreams
And it's not what I mean
I mean it's not what it seems
I just keep living for dreams
Got to write a classic
Got to write it in an attic
Babe, I'm an addict now
I'm an addict for your love