CLASSIC! Busta Rhymes is  CLASSIC! Dinco D is  CLASSIC! Charlie Brown is  CLASSIC! Milo in the Dance is  CLASSIC! Backspin is CLASSIC!     Cut to the Monitor, Monitor to the Cut, what? Milo in the Dance!    [Milo]  Bust this as I construct this like a blunt  Ropie dope, first quarter just start  Now people in the dance me au beh uni  Uni uni, fe big up in '92  No link to dust, watch brain cells bust  As I flip the script, I could make a Rev feel lit  You walking on shakey ground, call it warned  Now big up your chest if you could test L.O.N.S.  Mr. Distress take a long rest  And I never never never wanna see you no more, see you no more  See you no more, got classic material wall to wall    [Dinco D]  Hey, running through computer chips, leaving trails of flesh  Disectable satons, crucial to summing quest  Less, yes, bust press on the drumpads  Caress chest may relieve stress, so  Consider the inner outta don't know if you oughta doubt a  Seat a eater Peter, what you saying after hours?  Players pop pills, pop stars blunt fanatics the dramatics  Come running up to me, the D to the O (Why it gotta be you, D?)  Which sees for insight within the C down  With an (oh my gosh) and a (oh C.B.)  10-4 not Milo (follow me)  Cuss, you mean us, Leaders as you see, you an MC, you an MC  Well no time to play, LP it in time  It's just another case, hey but I place  Place another fact and exact I come (Oh!)  Classic Material we reign number one    Classic Material, Classic Material  L.O.N.S. with the Classic Material  Classic Material, Classic Material  Everybody, we got the Classic Material    [Charlie Brown]  Hey, a new frontier, pioneer to steer  Ripping and rhyming, ripping and rhyming every single year  365, 24/7, Stomp romp stamp amp floor keep stepping  Merely, yearly, my base is always 1st, not 3rd, word  Catch the patch in the latch of the hook of the book  Perhaps? (No haps!)  If so (Hip-hop!) Make 'em make 'em clap  Last class, I alphabetized the re-rap  A boy came down every day, A-B-C-D-E, now see what I say  C. Brown reflections of black (And!)  The shade of the lyrical, here to kick facts  Give me a hit (Hit!) for the classic elastic splastic dope on plastic  No illusion no confusion, undecided, I'm invited delighted and bite it  Material madness, raw for the core imperial, as I come with an aerial  Power from the L-shaped room  L.O.N.S., L.O.N.S. we smoke boom!    [Busta Rhymes]  When I make my music, I got the classic material  When I grab the microphone you know I'm reigning imperial  Wake up in the morning, eat my whole wheat cereal  Historical styles combines with new musical  L.O.N.S. wreck shit as usual  When we make a presence yes we got to make it visual  Mental, physical, then we come spiritual  Follow this shit here, cause this shit is emotional  We express an emotion through a style they call lyrical  Mysterical, we make it complicated and technical  Numerical as we move down like a decimal  (East Coast Stomp!) Cause you know that is the principle  Look at here, what you see is four individuals  This time, you know we're going to form in institutional  So that we can become one and become more powerful  You're living mystical, I-  dentify yourself as you face the universal  Ripping it at will and it's done with no rehearsal  Moving like you're dusted and you're caught up in something trivial  T.I.M.E. is eternal when you have the    Classic Material, yes Material, yes Material  You know we got Material, Classic Material  Yes Material, yes Material, Classic Material!