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Artist: Common Sense |
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Album: Resurrection |
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Song: Resurrection |
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I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in |
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That be scatterin |
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Over the globe will my vocals be travellin |
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Unravellin my abdomen it's Lon that's babblin |
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Grammatics that are masculine |
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I grab them in, verbally badgerin broads |
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I wish that Madelline, was back on Video LP |
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I went against all odds and got a even steven |
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Proceed to read and not believin everything I'm readin |
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But my brain was bleedin, needin feedin, and exercise |
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I didn't seek the best of buys, it's a lie to textualize |
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I analyze where I rest my eyes |
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And chastise the best of guys with punchlines |
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I'm Nestle when it's Crunch-time |
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For your mind like one time |
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If poetry was pussy I'd be sunshine |
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cause I deliver like the Sun-Times |
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Confined in once-mines on dumb rhymes I combine |
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I'm hype like I'm unsigned, my diet I unswine |
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Eatin beef sometimes I try to cut back on that shit |
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This rap shit is truly outta control |
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My style is too developed to be arrested |
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It's the freestyle, so now it's out on parole |
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They tried to hold my soul in a holding cell so I would sell |
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I bonded with a break and had enough to make bail |
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A misdemeanor fell on his knee for the jury |
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I asked No for his ID and the judge thought there was two of me |
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Motion for a recess to retest my fingerprints |
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They relinquished since, cause I was guilty in a sense |
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I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike when in dim light |
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I use insight to enlight devices hit the skin tight |
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Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe |
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Imaginations in flight |
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I send light, like Ben's kite I've been bright |
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Get open like on gym nights |
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And in fights I send rights |
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Don't hook with skins my friends like |
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I spend nights up in dykes |
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In spite I've been indicted as a freak of all trades |
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I got it made |
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I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums |
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Come from a tribe of bums |
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Hooked on negro and mums |
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Had to halt with the, malt liquor |
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Cause off the malt liquor I fought niggaz |
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Now my speech and thought's quicker |
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Cruisin Southside streets with no heat and no sticker |
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U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker |
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U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker |
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U Ak got my back and we don't now check it |
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I'm a homeboy not a home nigga, ain't scared of no nigga |
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But it's my turn to go I gotta go |
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And I'm gone with the storm |
