| Song | Sum Shit I Wrote |
| Artist | Common |
| Album | Resurrection |
| 作词 : Common | |
| Marks i erase like racism, i'm as large as a bigot | |
| Groove is my escapism, when i'm bubbly i just kick it | |
| What i need from you is understanding that i'm standing | |
| On my own two, down with my own crew | |
| Toe cancer, i'm bad to the bone too, i'm prone to snap off | |
| When i'm off that cognac i can't hold back like a massouse | |
| I get loose like a screw turned from left right to tight | |
| When it's time for some action i get red's 'tonight's da night' | |
| An eye for an eye, a life for his wife | |
| Dissected i'm on some hi-tech shit computers want to bite | |
| Your style is pascal, mine is basic and just instinct | |
| I'm with the fam and ran scams, me and murray got up on big links | |
| And if knowledge is the key, goddammit i'm the locksmith | |
| Started a missionary way on my life, the mic i rust like bostage | |
| I switch styles like a channel with controls that are remote | |
| Engage in a page, and with words i elope | |
| Walking down the aisles with styles i freak the viles | |
| Anti-nazi when i rocks like a z-28 | |
| At any rate, brothers gain interest because i loaned them microphones | |
| They couldn't house the shit so they had to rent to own | |
| It's like that, coming from the go rapper | |
| I wanna bone jada pinkett and that hoe patra | |
| So keep on, and you don't, now come on | |
| Ah keep on, and you don't | |
| Sometime when i'm alone in my room i stare at the wall | |
| And in the back of my mind i hear a wack-ass rhyme | |
| And i catch alz-rhymers, then forget it, i get charged | |
| Like a nigga in position with the stolen card the credit | |
| Fuck flipping the script, the rap scene i'm trying to edit | |
| My mellows call me 'never', they be like 'never's going to get it' | |
| Never's too much, i'm much too, i do justice to poetics | |
| That's why cats be like 'fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!' | |
| Other studs come through to see what i am up to | |
| They be on the dick of crew that be giving us sweet and buying us fruit | |
| Like kareem i got the hook up, brothers look out because they look | |
| Rest in peace to ?heavena?, washing tons of rappers like booker | |
| Tee told me 'you gotta get out of the crib, get into the world' | |
| How you going to come off with the style that's thourough? | |
| It's like that, keep on, ha ha | |
| It's like that, keep on | |
| My foundation is in black block of niggas that rock they hat cock | |
| I'm real like a fight with my rap, rappers i slapbox | |
| Back i got my rap, now get your glock out the black face | |
| Got tall flavor with fat taste, the rat race is a rat race | |
| Just cause you got adidas with the fat laces and the fro don't make you hip-hop | |
| You sorry excuse for funk rap | |
| Why is there so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk that | |
| The real shit's starting to come back | |
| The go is where i'm from and where i'm at, jack | |
| I started eating cat when i was 10 | |
| Before dinner i was getting big dog like glen robinson | |
| I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind | |
| But comes a time when you gotta get off of that booty | |
| The facts of life i didn't learn from watching tootie | |
| But living in the big city but i still like tootie cause she got big titties | |
| My style is steep, i write rhymes on the incline | |
| Splat guts plus fat nuts and lay up like a crib line | |
| I'm slamming, jamming on the one | |
| I'm a bad man, you're just a good son, come on |
| zuò cí : Common | |
| Marks i erase like racism, i' m as large as a bigot | |
| Groove is my escapism, when i' m bubbly i just kick it | |
| What i need from you is understanding that i' m standing | |
| On my own two, down with my own crew | |
| Toe cancer, i' m bad to the bone too, i' m prone to snap off | |
| When i' m off that cognac i can' t hold back like a massouse | |
| I get loose like a screw turned from left right to tight | |
| When it' s time for some action i get red' s ' tonight' s da night' | |
| An eye for an eye, a life for his wife | |
| Dissected i' m on some hitech shit computers want to bite | |
| Your style is pascal, mine is basic and just instinct | |
| I' m with the fam and ran scams, me and murray got up on big links | |
| And if knowledge is the key, goddammit i' m the locksmith | |
| Started a missionary way on my life, the mic i rust like bostage | |
| I switch styles like a channel with controls that are remote | |
| Engage in a page, and with words i elope | |
| Walking down the aisles with styles i freak the viles | |
| Antinazi when i rocks like a z28 | |
| At any rate, brothers gain interest because i loaned them microphones | |
| They couldn' t house the shit so they had to rent to own | |
| It' s like that, coming from the go rapper | |
| I wanna bone jada pinkett and that hoe patra | |
| So keep on, and you don' t, now come on | |
| Ah keep on, and you don' t | |
| Sometime when i' m alone in my room i stare at the wall | |
| And in the back of my mind i hear a wackass rhyme | |
| And i catch alzrhymers, then forget it, i get charged | |
| Like a nigga in position with the stolen card the credit | |
| Fuck flipping the script, the rap scene i' m trying to edit | |
| My mellows call me ' never', they be like ' never' s going to get it' | |
| Never' s too much, i' m much too, i do justice to poetics | |
| That' s why cats be like ' fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!' | |
| Other studs come through to see what i am up to | |
| They be on the dick of crew that be giving us sweet and buying us fruit | |
| Like kareem i got the hook up, brothers look out because they look | |
| Rest in peace to ? heavena?, washing tons of rappers like booker | |
| Tee told me ' you gotta get out of the crib, get into the world' | |
| How you going to come off with the style that' s thourough? | |
| It' s like that, keep on, ha ha | |
| It' s like that, keep on | |
| My foundation is in black block of niggas that rock they hat cock | |
| I' m real like a fight with my rap, rappers i slapbox | |
| Back i got my rap, now get your glock out the black face | |
| Got tall flavor with fat taste, the rat race is a rat race | |
| Just cause you got adidas with the fat laces and the fro don' t make you hiphop | |
| You sorry excuse for funk rap | |
| Why is there so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk that | |
| The real shit' s starting to come back | |
| The go is where i' m from and where i' m at, jack | |
| I started eating cat when i was 10 | |
| Before dinner i was getting big dog like glen robinson | |
| I don' t see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind | |
| But comes a time when you gotta get off of that booty | |
| The facts of life i didn' t learn from watching tootie | |
| But living in the big city but i still like tootie cause she got big titties | |
| My style is steep, i write rhymes on the incline | |
| Splat guts plus fat nuts and lay up like a crib line | |
| I' m slamming, jamming on the one | |
| I' m a bad man, you' re just a good son, come on |