[Verse 1: Tryl]
What does Tryl stand for?
I hear em' say
True and real my friend
But they continue to hate
One day I'll be High Class
And then will you play?
Nah, those days you're the one that'll pay
'Cause you're the one that I hate
And when I'm king you will pray
But for now I'll be bait for all those rapping debates
I'll grab a bottle of champagne
And sit at a lake
Or maybe I will just call Kane
And we will vacate
Find a place of our own
I think I'll call that a date
But you won't like me at all
When I'm in hell for the shhh
But I guess that's my fate
High Class I can't wait
I'll be dining with the president
I'll try to be late
Don't stop me now I need to motivate
Yeah I think it's going great
Don't you wish you'd celebrate with royalty and elevate
To another state High Class hey
Yeah
When you laugh again
Yeah I'll grab my pen
Scribble mad and then
I'll stay mad at them
With my mag mac 10
Flashback back then
Back when
Back when?
I'm mad
So sad
No dad
Know that
I'm glad
When I go back
I'm not evil I'm a good guy
That's a no good lie
You know who else lied?
These rap veterans
Have never been as relevent as dead presidents
It's prevelent as the reverend
When he was delicate
I'm elegant
After all I'm High Class
So I've accepted things
Like I'm the king
So you better bow down and sing
High Class doesn't mean high in class
It means I'm in last and I wanna be first
High class, time to kiss my ass

[Verse 2: Kane]
In my reflection
Although no attention
Show no pretention
Inside detention
I think about you
Plus one suspension
I think im bout to
Check on the cause of this
I think im infatuated
Our current state is tasteless
I want to top the record charts
I don't see a loss
I see a win
Let me say again
Stating what im in
A lot say im an advocate
Well i ask where that proof sits
I want to sit high class
But another one pass
A chance at the spotlight
I know that im not right
In place to drop mics
But one day i just might
Be incadescent
Booth blessing
Not stressing
Write a minutes verse
Still a minutes worth
Print out the shirts
Bring out the hurt
Pronounce the words
So that ya heard
Peak higher than others
Admire your brothers
Not dead last
Let who's dead pass
Never start to mask
Who you're wanting to be
A word thats a treat
That's consistancy
And continually
Forge your path in the heat
Even if all looks bleak
Don't let the fire complete
Your soul that's still whole
Give yourself control
Walk accross the coals
Pay the right cost
Help who is lost
Look at those flaws
See them as a grinding stone
Improve yourself to the bone
Don't take loans
Don't rob homes
Don't drop tones
Don't collapse and don't relapse
Time we have is precious
And it's easy to press it
High class, high class