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Klassico is part of FNKNATION, a mixtape executive produced by Malfnktion. It features some of the best Indian rappers in the music industry rhyming over beats produced by some of the dopest producers across the world. Artwork by Priyanka Tampi Find the song on Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/malfnktion/klassico-w-smokey-the-ghost-ravam-ogi-feel-the-beat Follow Malfnktion: https://www.facebook.com/Malfnktion/ Follow Ogi feel the beat: https://soundcloud.com/ogiftb Follow Smokey the Ghost: https://www.smokeytheghost.com Lyrics: (Smokey the Ghost) I was ten, when i picked up the pen I like words when they bend, every word is my friend Come out to play, when I got something to say Feels like My Only purpose on this globe is to rap everyday But then I truth is You need this thing they call it money, solution for your worries, the ink of only ruins Been Rapping since there was no body but Brodha V Big Nikk, and me brotherly Were Rapping for therapy And then the organisers ask us, mics dont really need a chord, in it? Rap is just like talking, rap isnt quiet like art is it Your just pretenders, wannabes and selectors, DJs only press play, who spread the cheese on his bread??? Chorus (Smokey the Ghost): Closed minds, Can't contain us Here we are now, Entertainers we're all fine, dont pay us But my voice lives on, till the DJ use his faders (raVam) Sometimes I wake up, feeling melancholy Burn my mood steady, get my mooves ready Turn Machiavelli, I cannot turn back already, I print my soul on a bill, when I need that young blood money Sobering up with Kid Cudi, with that milk and honey A fox’s cunning, the corporations running A proxy country, The box seat at toxic auditoriums Auditing all the funding by the fundamentalists. I could light a spliff, turn to bliss And make a wish on a shooting star, I’d rather turn a moon on Jupitar, cuz I’m a Titan Rhyme schemes tighter knit then a fish in pisces I’m a solar flare brightest, son of a fighter, A writer, with a wide berth to be a pied piper Before them rats claim a libel I make the mazes rise up, to the cheddar every day red lettered Chorus (Smokey the Ghost): Closed minds, Can't contain us Here we are now, Entertainers we're all fine, dont pay us But my voice lives on, till the DJ use his faders (Smokey the Ghost) I got this family to feed, but i cant afford the greed, in a world full of plants man i'm only but the seed Hope this Loneliness is breached, so i spoke it in my speech, joking that im ok, when im broken and it bleeds Dripping on the page, till i slip into the feels Cannot see the light so i kiss the earth with my knees Met this reporter at a launch, promote us with a song She looked at me and she Smile (raVam) Would you rather have me cus ? Talk about fancy cars, exotic women ? And Who da richest ? In a world where every soul’s deepest wishes’ coming true | Who owns you? | We still slaves | To the screens | To the memes | To the scene | Rise up and sreaamm | Pheonix | Dust to dust | I guess I’ve just found the times again, when life was easier | Shone the light within, defied the imps on the media | Feeling an encyclopedia I smile and grin, and deep inside, Nicolai the Idiot’s, against the ideologues, ideology spilling out and be, battling apostrophes, writing policies, ain’t no apologies, for these testaments of my greatness | On this mic spitting | Verbal discourses be the resources of choice for the illest, that flow in a state of mind, that designs the realest reasons that one can be, Chorus (Smokey the Ghost): Closed minds, Can't contain us Here we are now, Entertainers we're all fine, dont pay us But my voice lives on, till the DJ use his faders