| Song | Fall from Paradise |
| Artist | Classified |
| Album | Hitch Hikin' Music |
| 作曲 : Boyd | |
| I know that everything that goes up, must come down | |
| That everybody with luck, must run out | |
| Ya, so now I'm contemplating, like 'what's up now' | |
| The music thing is all gone, but I'll suck it up proud | |
| I did more than I imagined, tours I couldnt fathom | |
| Broke down doors for sure, I let 'em have it | |
| If any opportunity came, I had to grab it | |
| Any goals set, I rose, then ran past it | |
| Not a superstar and never wanted that | |
| But I did sign some autographs on some groupies' ass | |
| Smoked a lot of free **** from St. John's to BC | |
| They came out the wood work, to see me speak | |
| That was paradise | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| I went thru all types of bull*******t, the story go way back | |
| And I'm proud of myself now, though its corny to say that | |
| Hip hop in Enfield was really non existance | |
| Parents thought I was a fad, Dad I gone the distance | |
| I tried to make a difference, I kept workin off persistance | |
| Noone paid attention, now I talk and they listen | |
| Emcees are often dissin, like I'm the man to beat | |
| Ya I met a lot of rap stars that still a fan of me | |
| I rock shows wit Busta, had songs in his movie | |
| A chicken wit Luda, conversated wit some doobie | |
| I drank wit Buck Shot, and Dj Evil D | |
| I did songs wit Maestro, and smoked hash wit Keith Moby | |
| I love hip hop, cause it made me who I am | |
| It gave me confidence, and it made a honest man | |
| This is paradise, and I found a promise land | |
| So now I'm chillin and enjoyin my accomplishments | |
| It's paradise | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 3:] | |
| Now a couple years after this drop, I'll probably flop | |
| But thats the way it goes when you get on the top | |
| I'm talkin bout Canada, yo this industry's a joke | |
| I'm a canadian rap star, and kid I'm still broke | |
| But I ain't work in years, and some think I'm famous | |
| While other people ask when the hell I'm gunna make it | |
| I'm good where I'm at, keep the glamour and the glitz | |
| I don't run from my fans, cause my stamina is *******t | |
| I appreciate the heads, the critics, and the haters | |
| I know I miss the ref, the *****es and the breakers | |
| The tours, the shows, promoters and the assholes | |
| The beats and the rhymes, cause thats all that Class knows | |
| That was paradise | |
| [Chorus: to fade] |
| zuò qǔ : Boyd | |
| I know that everything that goes up, must come down | |
| That everybody with luck, must run out | |
| Ya, so now I' m contemplating, like ' what' s up now' | |
| The music thing is all gone, but I' ll suck it up proud | |
| I did more than I imagined, tours I couldnt fathom | |
| Broke down doors for sure, I let ' em have it | |
| If any opportunity came, I had to grab it | |
| Any goals set, I rose, then ran past it | |
| Not a superstar and never wanted that | |
| But I did sign some autographs on some groupies' ass | |
| Smoked a lot of free from St. John' s to BC | |
| They came out the wood work, to see me speak | |
| That was paradise | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2: | |
| I went thru all types of bull t, the story go way back | |
| And I' m proud of myself now, though its corny to say that | |
| Hip hop in Enfield was really non existance | |
| Parents thought I was a fad, Dad I gone the distance | |
| I tried to make a difference, I kept workin off persistance | |
| Noone paid attention, now I talk and they listen | |
| Emcees are often dissin, like I' m the man to beat | |
| Ya I met a lot of rap stars that still a fan of me | |
| I rock shows wit Busta, had songs in his movie | |
| A chicken wit Luda, conversated wit some doobie | |
| I drank wit Buck Shot, and Dj Evil D | |
| I did songs wit Maestro, and smoked hash wit Keith Moby | |
| I love hip hop, cause it made me who I am | |
| It gave me confidence, and it made a honest man | |
| This is paradise, and I found a promise land | |
| So now I' m chillin and enjoyin my accomplishments | |
| It' s paradise | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Now a couple years after this drop, I' ll probably flop | |
| But thats the way it goes when you get on the top | |
| I' m talkin bout Canada, yo this industry' s a joke | |
| I' m a canadian rap star, and kid I' m still broke | |
| But I ain' t work in years, and some think I' m famous | |
| While other people ask when the hell I' m gunna make it | |
| I' m good where I' m at, keep the glamour and the glitz | |
| I don' t run from my fans, cause my stamina is t | |
| I appreciate the heads, the critics, and the haters | |
| I know I miss the ref, the es and the breakers | |
| The tours, the shows, promoters and the assholes | |
| The beats and the rhymes, cause thats all that Class knows | |
| That was paradise | |
| Chorus: to fade |