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!