Blurred lines confined between dulled rhymes, yet I got one stone and a sling shot and I'll use it to take out the big rich bird. Blurred ideals and morals, for we lost touch with reality because yawl feel offended and I just think you're petty tantrum is so adorable. It's time for us to grow up, because you ******* are making me sick so give me a sec to throw up. Poor you dealing with first world problems, so selfish and entitled like ******* are you serious gosh ****. Blurred minds thinking you'll only be excepted if you fake who you are, and blurred thinking that says you'll only be cool if you have a fancy car. Blurred perceptions and expectations that wants a man or woman to look a certain way, but if you just accept that we are made from flesh not plastic and with that said **** the media and society. You are beautiful without make up, for their is no need to cake up your face and play dress up. No need to body shame, and there is no need to call other people names. Be a star don't be a bully, for we have all been through **** man so I don't give a **** what you're reason for doing it you still should just say sorry.

**** man I get it, but it's time to overcome it and not let it make you quit. Blurred lines of over indulgent minds, so helpless without material things that they freak out and attack you man these ******* need belts to their behinds. Blurred lines in terms of being a parent because it's apparent that some people grew up without parents or with horrible parents. Again though I repeat it's time to let offence and anger leave, because you best believe that you'll be not better than your oppressors and I hope you are listening to this message and it has been received. Blurred lines in terms of relationships, this worlds pressures us to have *** right away and with whoever but if you want something intimate then you have to look at relationships as a partnership. It takes time to develop trust, and it takes times to clear out your issues so when you're in relationship it sets up a confidence boost.

Because *** is great but so are drugs, but there will come a day where that begins to fade and it doesn't even feel good anymore to give yourself a quick rub or tug. What are you trying to shove down, what are you trying to cope with and why can't you seem to smile but can only seem to frown? Buying this or that, for it isn't coming with you in the afterlife so try thinking about that. Classy j you're being brutally honest, well yeah I want to make sure you have a wide view from a mountain instead of letting you stay blinded in the forest. Its time to focus on where the line is, it's time to build boundaries and do some inner analysis. Become a rebel don't become a mindless robot, and continue to be strong don't become feeble and let someone else be the pilot. I refuse to be a zombie or some sheep, I refuse to be a wannabe, but I will accept a faithful leap. A leap into the unknown as a unknown and come out of it changed and grown. For life does change you but it's a good thing that I'm already a strange dude with a talented range.

Yeah, I've rhymed about how my life aint equal or fair, and i've talked my experience living in this toxic atmosphere. A lot don't care, but problem is that I do, searching for answers to life, and wondering what I should do. Free spirit that delivers thy message onto you, so you can try to figure out the real you. I've talked about how no matter where you are on the spectrum it is flawed, and if there is even a God. I don't know I'm just broken trying to find the golden token to a free pass, and I hope for my prayers to be answered every time I get my **** out of bed to attend sunday mass. I read about so many different faiths, listening to believers even though I may not understand everything thing that they saith. But Forget it, even though I want to get it, I must accept it. I may never know why, I may never know who to believe, because humans are known to deceive. Misconceptions, propaganda, telling me to believe in their all knowing, loving, and powerful commanda.

What if we deserve the fate we've brought to this world, or maybe this is all one big simulation or dream world. I don't know man, I'm just like alice falling down the rabbit hole, I have no control, plummeting hopefully towards my goal. Am I just delirious, wondering why these deep issues make some uncomfortable or furious? Wondering what my purpose is, blackening out as if it were a surprise pop quiz. But it just is what it is, but nobody cares, how come we have to wonder why the worlds in so much disrepair? Obscure the once normal small world, restore order without invoking fear, clear the unclear and help those that are still unsure. Nature will persevere through guidance and affection, because a healthy environment provides protection to the natural selection. We don't have to stay infected by all the lie's, because it'll eat away us like we simon from the lord of the flies. Eww... but seriously think about it dude, it's just apart of what i bring to the table with my honest hitting sequel to my classy interlude.

Change your thinking, change your attitude, so that you may find oneness with yourself, so that you will no longer have a incoherent mood. Don't mind me brewing my queries and theory's, I'm just like tech n9ne because I have an evil brain and a angel heart to finish this series. Don't come near to me, for I am not thinking to clearly, nevermore will I fear thee. Flip the switch, not supposed to be here like i'm a glitch. Work hard cause I live to be the best, try to take me down but I will never rest till I **** the pest. I confess that I'm strange, rearranging my life so that I can reverse the game and trap the vermin's in the cage.  Don't know how to start, finding myself going in loops, it's like life has turned into mario kart. Trapped and compelled to speak death, because my nice side is all but deserted and i'm starting to lose my breath. Lost time and I lost patience with all these patients that don't know me, even though they say we homies, ***** you guys, you are nothing but a bunch of phoney cronies. Have a message, got to stress it, so don't mess with it, you got it? Boy you don't know anybody like me, ***** being classy, I'll shoot all you down like i'm the gosh **** KGB. 

 No freeloading from me, like I said before I'm a broken soul who just longs to be free. It's not just the government and society, even though they continually lie to me. No it's more than that, it's like this whole planet is about to have a heart attack. Polluting all the air, polluting all the clean water, wondering when humanity started to falter? It's our own d* fault though, but we don't admit to it, we just sit there fondling our *****, thinking we discrete when we doing it. That's just foolishness, whether or not you acknowledge it, at the end of the day all our deeds don't mean s*. We are no more than a misdemeanour, putting on a front, we like to think we different, even though in reality we stink more than a skunk. Oh mister Classy J you need to chill out dude, because the populous can't handle all your conniving honesty you be spitting in this second interlude. Haha fool, why do you think I care? Why do you think I would change? I warned since the beginning that I was deranged.

I will say what I have to say, I promise that I will no take your opinions to heart any day.I giving yawl a choice to listen, now it's up to you to make your own decisions. Oh right I forgot, that the society that we living in can't let us be different, otherwise we get labelled, making fun of us until we can't handle it anymore and hang ourselves with a cable. ***** all you dinguses, you think you can just say to us that we just have kiss your ****, and think that we'll pucker up because you also promised us a sucker? Oh no no no that's not how this game will go, because that is not how I roll, you pansies are so pitiful. Future has no class because of the past we left for them, because we were too greedy and needy, expecting everything in life to be crème de la crème. Truth hurts but I hope that this rap will help you see that we are all to blame, but that we can still change before it's to late to undo the outcome of this rigged game.

This is the finale, this is the conclusion to my brooding views for this classy interlude. Just to let you know that i'll be coming back with another series for yawl to bump to, out with the old, in with the new, I'm just taking a break to figure out what I should do. Talked the talk, did the walk, did or said things that can't be undone or changed, this is what one must do so that the future can truly be rearranged. Call me whatever, call me whenever, complain about my songs, I don't care if you think they're as dreary as some really bad weather. I dedicated myself to tell things as they are, and I believe that through my rhymes that I have been putting out as of late that I have grown pretty far. I never belonged, always the kid alone and depressed, it's like I was internally and externally oppressed. Don't care how I dress, the only thing I address is the screwy ****** world that tries to play with our lives like chess. I confess that I make up half of the crap I say, but dang it all if I can be like burger king and have it my way.

I am blessed, yet such a mess, glory to those who can thrive even though they live with less. Don't know what to believe, but I will not be going back to being on my knees, light crushing darkness because I have found the keys. 50% straight edge, looking to get ahead, looking forward because if I look back I know I'll stay dead. Staining this white washed society red, longing for real democracy, even though right now it's just a imaginative dream I have in my head. Rebel won't let up, always want to get out, going crazy and vicious trying to find what this life is all about. If you can't seem to understand me, oh well, this is not show and tell, and if you don't like it you can go to hell. Oh I'm in my zone, so clear the way for I have a rap dynasty to adhere to, and I have no other way I can say it to make it clearer for you.

So many blurred lines trying to cover up the ugly truth, get carried away sometimes, but honestly I yearn for finding the truth. What if there is no truth, just some unexplainable conundrums that we shouldn't really question, I won't take that suggestion, there are answers to find, there are things that need correction and clarification. I hope that there is a reason why we exist, no trick or twists, I accept my duty and am prepared to take the risks. Classy Interlude pt.3, not going to take a knee and surrender the ball, third and long but I will give it everything that I have, **** right that i'll push through all these walls. Breaking barriers, yeah breaking stereotypes and statistics, proving all you crackers wrong who say that making a difference is unrealistic. I will not be stopped, staying firm like a rock, so back off , keep whacking off, i'll do me, should not have left the door unlocked. Through the times of greatness and travesty, i'll keep my vanity, don't shoot to **** because I still have an ounce of humanity. Though I struggle, though I go through boat loads of pain, I'll keep being sane, I won't let you get into my brain.

I know i will never be able to do this alone, I chose long ago to not just be another clone, so go ahead keep spying on me with your drones. I don't care, ***** the industry, I prefer having individuality, free land and speech, I have been unplugged so I guess that makes me a abnormality trying to fix this world's big cavity. ***** people man, I try being nice, but people are pests they no better than a bunch of lice. Stupid groupies that listen to white boys like vanilla ice, yeah ice, ice baby, you need Jesus Christ, don't know a thing about real rap, so no wonder that you can't handle my brooding sharp lines that have taken rap away like it were a heist. Have to break some eggs to make an omelette, no parley here mate, breaking in like a pirate, busting your heads like balloons, it's like I'm playing poppit. Stop this, now let me continue to rock this, I am my own boss bro, so in other words, you'll never ever be able to stop this.

Moving to the top, giving it everything I got, classy interlude pt.3 bro, so many shots, got you  starting to feel so tardy as an apricot. Just kidding, this is why you should be listening, I just got so much energy, if you think you can do better, your just day dreaming. Future class blasting into mainstream like hey, underground was fun but now I'm big and everyone wants to be with me and get shady, and I know that the only reason is that they want my gravy. I'm banking, tanking through obstacles, mine scraping through touchy subjects even though I don't care what I say about these tender debacles. I say what I want, not about to ride the offensive guidelines d*, bleep my words all you want but you can't make me disappear like some magic trick. Mr. Class himself, you just got to believe in me, trust that i'll keep busting, have faith that i'll never sell out and keep on hustling. So adieu for now, but i'll be back to venture into new beginnings with a bang bang, pow.

Going through the dark side, looking at my heart why? Feeling hatred, can't escape it, so i accept it. Inner demons condemn me, heaven where art thee, i've been searching but my pride must have blinded me. Classy j living day to day, depressed and suicidal man, and i love tupac but i don't there will be a heaven for a g, i just want to fly away though just like peter pan. Neverland, never will I land, cause once i do i know i be taken again, regret and the pain of guilt tied to me like a chain that keep me contained. Man some will never know the struggle, to keep on trudging through all this ****, just hoping to eventually get through all of it.

Maybe i missed something along the way, my brain is foggy and my knees are weak, just got caught up in the rain, just hoping that i be able to see a brighter day. So gone and so distrustful, as rigamortis makes my body degrade and buckle, i try to fight but it's a struggle. The dark side has abducted me, now light is evil, now i can only see through the darkness, why does darkness have so seductful and deceitful. My flesh is so weak, and my soul is so grim, feeling so feeble hoping life would just through me a limb. All eyes on me like a contagious disease, wondering why all this have to keep happening to me. Got suicidal tendencies, never had to many friends there for me, so I sit alone feeling sorry for me. Pity party, don't get my started, all my life people said i was ******* *******.

Inspirational and innocent, I was such a nice kid, then the world showed it's true colours, yeah it starred at me with it's third eye lid. Ancestral spirits clinging onto me, keeping me stuck, witch craft man has been passed on and given the future generations bad luck. I don't know man, maybe it's all one big horrible gag, I used to love life until it betrayed me and threw my body in a concealed bag. Horsing around, being myself was what I would do, until people made fun of me, and so I faked myself and hid my real self away in my room inside a shoe. This is the opposite of the taming of the shrew, maybe it was my choices, or maybe it's all because of voodoo. I don't know man, the dark side has creeped up on me, used to have nightmares every night, pulling me further under the sea. Gasping up for air, so stubborn and in so much denial, believing the lie's that nobody cares, and that i'm to late for a revival.

Forgive me for  throwing my life at you, but rapping helps me vent out everything, thats probably why i still go to counselling, so that hopefully someday i will get a breakthrough. I need a breath of fresh air, need to get into my rocket ship and just blast out of here. Got a talent, got my mom and some friends to help me out, letting me know it's ok to scream and shout. It's not healthy to keep in all the darkness, because if you never let it out, eventually you'll become heartless. So I constantly battle this unseeable threat, not even breaking a sweat, got support so even if I fall I know I have a safety net. Real rhymes man, this is real rap, I will never sell out man, this a new day in hip-hop time to dump out all those rappers that are crap. Real life man, yeah these are my real experiences, classy j signing off, sorry for be real man but there is time for spitting fire and time for rhyming about serious experiences.

Going through a town that is not my own, fighting against strange monsters and inter-dimensional demons that can turn people to stone. A places full of mysteries, trying to decipher this places history, no time to get all jittery. People are not what they seem, who to trust, who do we allow on our team? Journals and zodiac circles, did the weirdness bring forth these nocturnal spiritual hurdles? Brought here not by choice, just kids with a ploy for adults to hear their voices. There's Dipper, the adventurous curious kind, who wants answers so bad, he makes a deal which leaves him unable to control his body and mind. Then you have Mabel, a sporadic sort with a big heart, who likes art and going with the girls to a boy band concert. Together they're known as the pines twins, who discover crazy and unexplainable things.

Who knew just another boring trip would turn into this, and bring all these interesting relationships? You got Soos, Wendy, Grunkle Stan, Gideon, and later Grunkle Ford, who each hold their own cards. There is a lot to do here, unlike the sign coming into town that says there is nothing to see here. You got shape shifters, Bill Cypher's, Zombies, Gnomes, without the journals it would've been hard walking in against the unknown. Is life really just a hologram, just an illusion, are we just pawns for the universe's amusement? Well wubba lubba dub dub, grab a glass and join the club and while you're at it you can help yourself to some grub. I don't know what the future holds, but I refuse to fold, and waste my time fighting over gold. What sights can I next explore, live for the moment by letting it loose on the dance floor.

Not going to hold any more grudges, not going to let the past keep me on crutches, it's just a part of life to take a couple punches. Why can't we do science and also have some mindless wacky fun, we got to make the most of this run. Nobody exists on purpose, you just have to look beyond the surface, stay determined and keep your eye on target. Nobody belongs anywhere but everywhere, you don't have to prove yourself by killing some multi-bear. Everyone is going to die one day, you have a choice for how you want your life to be portrayed. Come on down and watch some ducktective on TV with me, let's explore the sea on the Stan-o-war 2, because you're never too old; even if you're a retiree.