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.