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1, 2 Many

One wa-wa One, One Two, One Two
One wa-wa One, One Two, One Two
One tigga One, One Two, One Two

(Dug Infinite)
Dug Inf on production, my man Com for the discussion
Check it

(Common)
One day, I was tryin to be myself
The same day this thug say, "You gotta come hard"
Nigga, times is hard, I’m tryin hard to make it
It ain’t hard to tell, it’s hard for me to fake it
Plus, it’s hard to be me, it’s hard to stop drinkin
I guess it’s hard for you hard niggaz to start thinkin
Pussy MC’s stinkin so I can’t get hard
Some, become MC’s cause it’s hard to get a job
Hard for you to trust people, you don’t trust in God
Even harder to be the Gods we created to be
This Western way of life ain’t native to me
Put one nigga in your Pulp Fiction that related to me
I hate it that we, the only race that call our women hoes
Niggaz, be too hard to say "ho" at the shows
I rose… like a florist to bring the flavor like a Taurus
Might not have the murderous verse, but I stay hard to the chorus
Took this girl to work, she say I ain’t have a real job
Like that dick you had last night, baby, I work real hard
Simple motherfuckers tellin me hard is criminal
Niggaz you thought was hard, you pourin out your liquor for
Years ago, I thought I was hard, in high school fightin
Now, I’m the hardest man working in show business
Handle your business or shut the fuck up

(Dug Infinite) It’s just one two many niggaz got cars and no land
(Common) One two many niggaz with cash and no plan
(Dug Infinite) One two many niggaz that’s tryin to MC
(Common) That’s one two many niggaz comin up to me
(both) That’s one two many niggaz
Just one two many niggaz (2X)
(both) That’s one two many niggaz
Just one two many niggaz
(Chuck D) "One, two"

Forever, I ain’t gon’ be rappin
Shit’ll happen to me, I gotta let niggaz know
This mark asked me do I know his cousin Jimbo
Nigga, I don’t even know myself
You want me to get you in
Jack, I’m trying to get through the do’ myself
Opportunity knocked, but he ain’t call ‘fore he came
Yeah, I got a name, but only twenty dollars to it
Next album you gon’ blow, up my ass, you done blew it before
Being in my video, what’s that gonna do for your life?
Get you some pussy? You should be gettin rump off GP
Quit that you look like you say I seen you on TV
I be readin niggaz but readin be makin me sleepy (Hey!)
So strong am I, A Hundred Styles and Runnin
Niggaz stuck on one and them-a ran by
Claimin they fly but they stand-by
I come truer than a dream, and youse a damn lie
With that anti-rap, complainin about this and about that
Sounding bitch like, that ain’t gonna make a nigga get right
I’m number one

(Dug Infinite) One two many niggaz tryin to tell me bout they theory
(Common) One two many niggaz that ain’t tryin to hear me
(Dug Infinite) One two many niggaz doin shows that don’t happen
(Common) One two many niggaz life depend on rappin
(both) That’s one two many niggaz
Just one two many niggaz (2X)
(both) That’s one two many niggaz
Just one two many niggaz
(Chuck D) "One, two"

(Dug Infinite) One two many niggaz can’t find they niche
(Common) One two many niggaz wanna be my bitch *echoed*

Nigga, one two many niggaz (repeat to fade)

Album : One Day It’ll All Make sense

A Film Called (Pimp)

[Common talking]
Yea,Yea,Yea
You know, they call me a pimp, and you know what that mean
I’m a Person that’s Making Profit. See I pimp internationally
I’m nationally recognized, locally accepted
I pimp with the truth, that’s the only method

[Common]
Seen her on Madison where Vice Lords be Travelin
And Chevy windows be rattlin
and badder than any other broads that I’ve seen in these parts
Her body language spoke like a smart remark, eyebrows arched
Thick lips, blond wig, nice tits, ass the size that I dig
Asked her the name, one way to approach her
See she had game, she needed me to coach her
Expose her to some paper, freedom and culture
The way a righteous pimp is supposed to

[MC Lyte]
As he came closer in his eyes I seen fortune
I ain’t having it like abortion
Walking with this stick holding his tip
Looked like a Black Panther that was trying to pimp
It was cold as shit, I’m waitin on my ride
Act like I didn’t see him I tried

[Common]
Motion denied (pause)
I felt the vibe like Roy Ayers
She was used to seeing pimps in furs and gators
Told her I’m an innovator, a gentlemen of leisure
That’s in tuned with nature, hold Common’s hand
I’m a take you to a pimps promise land
Where no man can break ya, break ya, break ya

Chorus: Bilal (singing)

Pimps, ho’s, hustlers, plans, dealers,
customers, and bodies stuck in it, Oh my god
Pimps, ho’s, hustlers, plans, dealers,
customers, and bodies stuck in it, Oh my god

[Common]
{hey girl, come on over here, check it out)
Make your next move your best move, choose me

[MC Lyte]
How I look working for a nigga in a cuffe’
If I was on a track you couldn’t produce me
With them shits on your wrist looking goofy

[Common]
(yea ok)
I pimp without a pause, for the cause, I’m a rebel
You been on the streets I’m trying to take you to another level
You used to the same game, cats saying the same thang
Nigga you gone ho underground or ho mainstream

[MC Lyte]
Nigga you must not know of me
I’m the mack here
Ought to have you ho for me (Common: get real now)
Pimp yo punk ass
Have you write me poetry
I’m from a land called cash
You too slow for me

[Common]
You know why?
I’m thinking bigger than Bagets
Birds in slick cars
Or have you on the corner trickin in strip bars
If you become mine the world would be ours
Respect the game, and universal laws

[MC Lyte]
What, I oughta pimp slap your ass and make you fall against the wall
(Common: try it)
Why you in the game if you ain’t even trying to ball
I know pimpin ain’t easy but damn you barely surviving
We can’t ride together cause you ain’t driving
(Common: oh it’s like that)

Chorus

[Common]
(this, this, this really how I look at it check it)
You and I together is like Ashford and Simpson
Picture us elbow to elbow at the hustler’s convention

[MC Lyte]
Think I’m gone risk my ass then give you the cash (Common: yep)
That shit is the past
I got my own stable (Common: where at)
I oughta pierce your navel and put you on the track
Matter of fact I been looking for a ho that’s abstract

[Common]
Girl you getting beside yourself
I’m trying to guide you
Help you see inside yourself
I pimp with vision, I’m a help you see the light
Have you covering your body and have you eating right

[MC Lyte]
(is that right)
I’m pimp ho’s, pimp pens, (Common: Say what)
Pimp rhythms, pimp flows,
Pimp men (Common: and pimp what)
Pimp systems
Got stores called big pimpin (Common: Where)
Down South
In Texas I ran the best ho house

[Common]
(So)
I pimp from Brazil to um, Tokyo
Have Japanese broads sayin ‘choushi wa dou’ (MC Lyte: Yea right)
Bring’em back to the states to turn dates from Europe
Made the dirtiest of hoes seem purer

[MC Lyte]
(HA ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
(Common: Why you laughin)
I’m laughin cause you funny
I’m make bitch niggaz like you have my money
I get six hundred off yo’ skinny ass weekly
You’ll get all them righteous hoes in that dashiki

[Common]
Yo, what ever happened to loyalty
Don’t you want to become royalty
On the streets selling ass and oils for me
But you on this ho-asis and really I can’t reach you
Fuckyou then I’m about to be a preacher

[Common talking and Bilal Singing Background]

Well there you have it ya’ll
The story of pimps and hoes ya’ll know how it goes
It’s been the oldest profession
The whole thing is like a lesson
Ain’t no second guessin
Pimps ya’ll, hustlers
All that good shit
Yea, yea 2000 and forever
It’ll be here
Uh, uh aiight cool

Album : Like Water For Chocolate

A Penny For My Thoughts

"Friends.. Romans countrymen.. lend me a dollar! Ahh-ha!" -> Damon Wayans
"How much? — A dollar."
"One dollar.." -> Dan Akroyd
"I got your money.. I got your poor, measly.." -> Eddie Murphy
"One dollar.." -> Dan Akroyd
"Can I borrow a dollar?" -> BizMarkie
"Nigga you ain’t shit.. you wasn’t shit when you was here!
I seen you do that shit all that’s the same shit
you was doin round the poolroom nigga
It ain’t nuthin — let me have a dollar"
"Can I have a dolla? One dolla"
"One dollar.." -> Dan Akroyd
"How much? — A dollar."
"One dollar.." -> Dan Akroyd
"One beer? Man you gotta give me a dollar for a beer"

[Twilite Tone]
Check this out
One time, steps a man
Common Sense and the Unamerican Caravan
The true b-boys, dem dere and we in here
Yeah, ya know, from the Southside of Chicago
and we don’t front
Who me? I am Twilite Tone
Babylon dread, Bumstead, and we come like DIS

[Common]
This the start of somethin big
Methink I knows ya gonna dig it
It’s time to plant the seed
Hip-Hop’s the tree and I’ma fig it
Figure it out, the mic, I’m rippin it like a ligament
Gimme a light a Bud Light, and shit’ll get lit just like a cigarette
I’m a b-boy so don’t test me, many rappers don’t impress me
You try steppin into my city I’ll, Snipe em like Wesley
So you best be on your way, I’m doper than Marion Berry, hey
Wake up everyday and make-up rhymes but I’m not Mary Kay
Some say I’m dope as fuck, some label my rhymes incest
My flex is kinda mean yo, so hey kid, CATCH
These nuggets, these nuggets, these nugget ugget uggets
with some peas and a hole in the bucket (cool, cool)
Dear Liza, Minelli, I jam like jelly and I got
helly what, helly what, HELLY RHYMES
I can remember times when for a 40 I had to beg for bucks
Nobody really gave a, so I had to beg for fucks
Now what do niggaz do when they got not food
Skibbidy skap and busta bust a rap
So I pick up the pen and then begin the thoughts to get to pumpin
Hopin like all the people let me talk, let me say somethin
Cause nothin for nothin leaves nothin, I got nuthin to lose
I put, nuttin in my notes, I’m not your host when I got nuttin to use
Dues gettin credited, now I debit my bank account
Not on a blind date, could I see me taken out
by some glutteus, glutteus, maximus, maximus
I’m spas-ta-gis-a-mister-gis a mister-gis-ta-spas-ta-gis
Spectacular, the papes I Count like Dracula
You can’t cut the rug, because you suck, MC Vacumn Up
Rappers I skip on like Walter Payton
Their ain’t no way or half-step, and flex a rhyme like a bicep
Some steps with concepts, but umm, WHO cares
Not even the damn People Under the Stairs

[Twilite Tone]
Interruption, interruption
True b-boys runnin shit
Unamerican Caravan, beatin you down
Den dere’s de man who don’t stop
Yo Com, come back with some Sense, UHH

[Common]
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, here I come, here I come (what?)
A-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, here I come, here I come (yeah!)
I’m comin around the mountain high as lower than a valley
I’m the cat, from the alley, from the back, I’ma rally
and tally up points, rollin joints, risin to the tops
Somewhat of a playwright, cause like a stage I got props
My crew’s a strange brew, a drink a day’ll keep the stink away
We been through AA, but hey, what can I say?
Say say say, what you want, but you’ll pay the con-se-quences
Cause Mister Common Sense is (yeah)
not gonna take it, so leave you better believe it
Even if your name ain’t Ripley, cause Ripley don’t know diddley
Hit me one time, two times, for the U-AYYY-C
Heyyyyyy, but anyway
I hit a skid, and I peel out like MC Eiht, damn I kill it
Earn my money the old fashioned way - I steal it
Stop thief in the temple, I hit em with a blow
Somebody done stole my beeper but I’ma steal the show
I’m throwin a Heidi Hoe into a bro and tellin her
go for what you know bruh, the people before me go under
Yo we gotta gotta get we gotta get we gotta get
Gotta get, gotta gotta gotta get get over
Somewhere over the rainbow, I’m still the same old same old
Ringin around the collar, borrowin a dollar, check my balls
Dirty drawers, see the kitty suckin titties
Video watchin lush from the city
I’m the extra-terrestrial rappers go home cause they have to
Them marks be callin Ork, come in Ork, Nanu Nanu
The perfect stranger, comin in to a, fuck a new land
Cause Jeffrey where Osborne, and see I’m only human
Doin anything to make a buck, what the fuck I gotta
do what I gotta go (*echoes*)

Album : Can I Borrow a Dollar?

A Song for Assata

(Common)
In the Spirit of God.
In the Spirit of the Ancestors.
In the Spirit of the Black Panthers.
In the Spirit of Assata Shakur.
We make this movement towards freedom
for all those who have been oppressed, and all those in the struggle.
Yeah. yo, check it-

There were lights and sirens, gunshots firin
Cover your eyes as I describe a scene so violent
Seemed like a bad dream, she laid in a blood puddle
Blood bubbled in her chest, cold air brushed against open flesh
No room to rest, pain consumed each breath
Shot twice wit her hands up
Police questioned but shot before she answered
One Panther lost his life, the other ran for his
Scandalous the police were as they kicked and beat her
Comprehension she was beyond, tryna hold on
to life. She thought she’d live with no arm
that’s what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by the light
Handcuffed tight to the bed, through her skin it bit
Put guns to her head, every word she got hit
"Who shot the trooper?" they asked her
Put mace in her eyes, threatened to blast her
Her mind raced till things got still
Opened her eyes, realized she’s next to her best friend who got killed
She got chills, they told her: that’s where she would be next
Hurt mixed wit anger-survival was a reflex
They lied and denied visits from her lawyer
But she was buildin as they tried to destroy her
If it wasn’t for this german nurse they woulda served her worse
I read this sister’s story, knew that it deserved a verse
I wonder what would happen if that woulda been me?
All this shit so we could be free, so dig it, y’all.

(Cee-lo vocals)
I’m thinkin’ of Assata, yes.
Listen to my Love, Assata, yes.
Your Power and Pride is beautiful.
May God bless your Soul.

(Common)
It seemed like the middle of the night when the law awakened her
Walkie-talkies cracklin, I see ‘em when they takin her
Though she kinda knew,
What made the ride peaceful was the trees and the sky was blue
Arrived to Middlesex Prison about six inna morning
Uneasy as they pushed her to the second floor in
a cell, one cot, no window, facing hell.
Put in the basement of a prison wit all males
And the smell of misery, seatless toilets and centipedes
She’d exercise, (paint?,) and begin to read
Two years inna hole. Her soul grew weak
Away from people so long she forgot how to speak
She discovered frredom is a unspoken sound
And a wall is a wall and can be broken down
Found peace in the Panthers she went on trial with
One of the brothers she had a child with
The foulness they would feed her, hopin she’s lose her seed
Held tight, knowing the fight would live through this seed
In need of a doctor, from her stomach she’s bleed
Out of this situation a girl was conceived
Separated from her, left to mother the Revolution
And lactated to attack hate
Cause federal and state was built for a Black fate
Her emptiness was filled with beatings and court dates
They fabricated cases, hoping one would stick
And said she robbed places that didn’t exist
In the midst of threats on her life and being caged with Aryan whites
Through dark halls of hate she carried the light
I wonder what would happen if that woulda been me?
All of this shit so we could be free.
Yeah, I often wonder what would happen if that woulda been me?
All of this shit so we could be free, so dig it, people-

(Cee-Lo)
I’m thinkin’ of Assata, yeah.
Listen to my Love, Assata, yeah.
Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful…
May God bless your Soul.
Oooh.

(Common)
Yo
From North Carolina her grandmother would bring
news that she had had a dream
Her dreams always meant what they needed them to mean
What made them real was the action in between
She dreamt that Assata was free in they old house in Queens
The fact that they always came true was the thing
Assata had been convicted of a murder she couldna done
Medical evidence shown she couldna shot the gun
It’s time for her to see the sun from the other side
Time for her daughter to be by her mother’s side
Time for this Beautiful Woman to become soft again
Time for her to breathe, and not be told how or when
She untangled the chains and escaped the pain
How she broke out of prison I could never explain
And even to this day they try to get to her
but she’s free with political asylum in Cuba.

(Cee-Lo vocals)
I’m thinkin’ of Assata, yeah.
Listen to my Love, Assata, yeah.
We’re molded from the same mud, Assata.
We share the same Blood, Assata, yeah.
Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful…
May God bless your Soul.
Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful…
May God bless your Soul.
Oooh.

(Assata)
Freedom! You askin me about freedom. Askin me about freedom?
I’ll be honest with you. I know a whole more about what freedom isn’t
than about what it is, cause I’ve never been free.
I can only share my vision with you of the future, about what freedom is.
Uhh, the way I see it, freedom is– is the right to grow, is the right to
blossom.
Freedom is -is the right to be yourself, to be who you are,
to be who you wanna be, to do what you wanna do. (fade out)

Album : Like Water For Chocolate

All Night Long

[Common (with Badu singing in background)]
Yeah.. wanna feel the vi-ah-hi-hibe
Wanna feel the vibe, wanna feel the vi-ibe!
Uhhh.. wanna, what? Yeah
Wanna, what? Uhh, yeah (come on)
Every-bod’, c’mon, uhh
Yo, yo.. (all night long)

[Common]
Durin divine hours, I use mind power to refine
flour/flower girls, and make em feel like black pearls
Get they minds off acryllic nails and the rap world
It’s a lot you can find in the lost black girl
Made signs built in lodges, we be in garages
Discussin who we boned and who God is
Pro-black like Craig Hodges with my dashikis in the cleaners
I kick it for the Chevy ridin head to backstreet leaners

[Erykah Badu (with Common)]
Allllll.. (uhh) niiiiiight.. (yea yea, what?) [HAH]
Allllll.. [HUH, UHH] niiiiiight.. (whatcha say now Bee, what?)
Allllll.. (yeah, yeah yeah) niiiiiight.. [AOW! Aoww-owwww]
(to freak it with the) Allllll.. (now let me get a piece of this)
(let me get a piece Bee) niiiiiight..

[Common]
Check it, check it
I was born underwater with three dollars and a cocktail
Tryin to make the Garden of Eden, out of Auckdale and Rockwell
Lock’d in this Grid like a Tupac tale
While her-on rock smells make the cops tail
My third eye is my rail, on this L of thought
With afrocentric stamps I’m mailin thoughts
to my Gods held in court
I dwell where rebellion’s taught, and emotions seldom walk
I try to Walk Like an Egyptian, but Hieroglyphics fail to talk
I guess the hustlin is the unspoken Gospel
Love that I’m an apostle, feel the holy spirit of Chicago
E Bottom, here’s the bottle
I think I, need a cup of a tea, because I’m novel
(come on bay-bayyy) Bust it

[Erykah Badu]
Iahhhhh jus’ wanna rock you
Alllllll night looooong
Allllllll (come on bay-bayyy)
All night long.. all night long..
All night long.. on and on and on and onnnn (come on bay-bayyy)
Iahhhhh jus’ wanna rock you (all night long)
Alllllll night looooong (all night long)
Allllllll (on and on and on and onnnn) [HAH, UH-HUH]
Iahhhhh (all night long) jus’ wanna rock you (all night long)
Alllllll night looooong (all night long)
{what? yo-yo, yo-yo yo-yo check it, check it}
On and on and on and onnnn

[Common]
A portrait of the Artist, formerly known as Sense
The brain-wash, with my vocal tones I rinses
Opportunity and the beat knocks
Women, give me rhythm like beatbox, but it’s the year
of completion, I want a Queen to complete Rash’
who’s flavored from stacks, to Reeboks
Send blessings to the family of Ice Mike
Shit like that, don’t help me write right, but I got site/sight
like a destruction worker, when it’s time to build
Get off like Sam Jack’ and it’s +Time to Kill+
In perseverence I’ma find a meal, and provoke
My Gramps used to trick off big papers at the Riverboat
It go..

[Erykah Badu (with Common)]
Allllll.. niiiiiight.. all night
Allllll.. niiiiiight.. you got it goin all night
Allllll.. niiiiiight.. y’know, y’know it all night
Allllll.. niiiiiight.. oahahhhoahhohhhhhh (yea, yeah)

[Erykah Badu]
Iahhhhh jus’ wanna rock you (one more time)
Alllllll night looooong, oahhhhohhh (ebb in feelings)
Iahhhhh jus’ wanna rock you (I ain’t sleeping)
Alllllll night looooong (all night long)
On and on and on and onnnn

[Common]
Check it
I walk downtown to tempos and never lose the beat
Some people got ignorance confused with bein street
on the, street of desire my body and soul meet
Arguin over thick broads and meals with no meat
Had the cold feet for a second
Mega-niggaz in my box throwin suggestions
Had me checkin myself and double checkin, I popped the +Resurrection+
In the mirror I only heard my reflection
Let me hold mics, while you hold dicks and CD collections
And at MusicLand and Coop’s, we can make connections
I meditate with confidence, to not chomp on cents
Outspoken like 30’s but yet I guard my lips
Writin niggaz with stripes, I hold posture with
Poppin shit to fat broads, wearin os-trich
Givin em voicemail, tracks are like County
To them I voice-jail/gel, if you believe in Heaven
why is the choice Hell? Why is this choice Hell?
Why is this choice Hell?

[Erykah Badu]
Iahhhhh jus’ wanna rock you
Alllllll night looooong, oahhhhohhh (keep goin)
Iahhhhh jus’ wanna rock you (keep goin, keep goin, keep on)
(and don’t you give up) Alllllll night looooong (ah keep on, ah keep on)
Ooahhhoahhhhh (ah keep on, ah keep.. ah don’t you give up)
Iahhhhh (all night long) jus’ wanna rock you (all night long)
Alllllll night looooong (if you want it you can have it lay upon my rest)
On and on and on and onnnnnnnnnn (keep it goin baby)
(if you want it you can have it lay upon my rest)
Iahhhhh jus’ wanna rock you (all night long)
Alllllll night looooong (if you want it you can have it lay upon my rest)
(all night long) On and on and on and onnnnnnnn

Alllllll (if you want it you can have it lay upon my rest) niiiiiiiight
Alllllll (and if you want it you can have it lay upon my rest) niiiiiiight
Alllllll niiiiiiiiight
Alllllll niiiiiiiiight
Alllllll niiiiiiiiight
Alllllll (don’t stop now) niiiiiiiiight (no no no, no, uh-uh)
Alllllll (you bet’ not stop) niiiiiiiiight
Alllllll niiiiiiiiight

Yeahhhhhh.. Common Sense, and Baduuuu

Album : One Day It’ll All Make sense

Another Wasted Nite With…

*Common’s answering machine beeps*
Say brotha
If you ever let me leave out a club
with a big fat ass, stove-like bitch
like that without point out the facts,
I’ma kick your motherfuckin ass.
Man that nerve of the hoe not to give me no pussy.
Come up in my house tryin to watch movies and shit.
This ain’t no motherfuckin cinema, BITCH!
Who the fuck she thought I…
Say brotha, I wasted a evening
I shoulda went witcha, but ohh well
You know I gets my pussy anyway, you know
That’s how playaz do
But gahd-damnit Rashan
That big ass bitch *cracks up*
If you’da said to spread on that hoe
Man I could kick my own ass
Well, should go to work
Just another wasted nite
And ohhhh, ohhhh
Heyyy, heyyy, what can you say

Album : Resurrection

Blows to the Temple

Check it
We can go, toe to toe, with the blows to the temple (NOT)
Not the Temple of Doom, so make room
for the Unamerican Caravan (who you down with?)
The B-Boys, I’mmenslope, Twilite Tone, Derrick and then some
I don’t get rid of some faces
while marks be lookin hard, and they be beggin bases
They have too many cases, and now they got courage
Sorta like Goldilocks, tryin to take Pop’s porridge
But I got, the story straight
Plus the name, I got rep, don’t dare sleep
Slept and got, crept
An AC/DC spider went up the wall we mount
Now came down the Common the Common Sense, and now the spider out
(BOOM) A blackout, power failure
I ain’t the Burger King, but I got a whale of blows
uppercuts jabs hits and hey niggaz
Cause I’m weird they call me Lemonhead, but I’m a Jawbreaker
and I break a Bean, but I’m not from Boston
I’m stronger, and faster, than Steve Austin
Common’ll keep the camera movin — I’m kinda fast!
I’m from a town called FRESH OFF A NIGGAZ ASS
And I’m about to go on like Stephanie Mills
YOU MUST be poppin pills, tryin to step to me
Cause to the left of me, WE got the U-A-C (whattup)
And comin up to the right of me, WE got the U-A-C (come on)
And in back of me, yo WE got the U-A-C
And in front of me (BAW!) is a dead man G!
We hit em hard!

..

Kick it
A duck tried to buck, but the vic got vicked
so I picked him, he’s another victim of a circumstance
He did a dance like Ali (SAY WHAT?)
But he floated like a waterfly and stung like a C
Ya see, I ain’t out here, tryin to be a bully
Nor am I pretendin to be a two-shoes goodie
(WORD IS BOND) that I got big balls homes
And if a player try to press me, I gotta break the zone
Here to stage a, OOH SHIT, up in the sky
You better watch out, I’m tellin you why
Common Sense is breaking, marks down, ah-follow-me-now
Yo Common Sense is breaking, marks down
Uhh, check it, check it, check it
I huff and I puff and I blow (WHAT?)
the motherfuckin house down, I guess you didn’t know!
Homeskillet, WHERE YA BEEN? Are you the boy in the plastic bubble?
Ooh you in trouble!
A tisket a tasket, you’re gonna get your ass kicked
You better know what’s in my jacket, fuck the basket
Oh, God damn CHILD, I mean it’s drastic
You end up on a stretched cause I stretch you like Plastikman
Fuck with me ("you end up the in the cas-ket")
You flow ass pussy nigga, sucker duck bastard
(Yo Common calm down, you gots to calm down!)
This Grape tried to step to me, with his arms down
Lesson number one - when you’re ready to throw
never step up talkin - that’s like tryin to pitch, but you’re balkin
And I’ma steal first, hide the base, but you base
You can call me Pencil Petey cause the marks I ERASE
In case of emergency, it’s urgent see, that you see a doctor
You tried to Gamble, but I’m the Proctor
I knock that ass, bringin it down and then slash
Tried to play me with a skit, but now you got a gash
you character, for ya inherit a, neck brace
Makin ya thousand deaths times worser than a Screwface
But they call me Screwneck and I do wreck shit
So next time he push up in the jam, BOY YOU BETTER EXIT

Late Show in the house
U-A-C in the house
7-D in the house
R-T-A in the house
True B-Boys in the house
Dem Dere Dyslexics in the house
And we gonna fuckin blow the house down
Check it, hit em with a

Blood clot boy, you get bucked, tryin to fuck with the
Mario, Super Super Brothers like Mario
Here the Common, sucker clucks (what we do?)
Mission upon the loves, gettin kisses, and hugs
but then we runnin to a scrub that tried to bug
He’s out to get some what they call em stunts because we bunt
(WHAT?) But I don’t bug, I just slide her, and hit her
Some be rumpy chump, with the chat chat chitter
Yo we did her but I betcha know I’m better on it
Now you got a 100 percent beef, it’s just a beatdown
(UH UH AHH!) Too late to try to be down
Brother your best bet, is to cover your eyes, like Dee Brown
(Cause it’s a bum bum bum, bum-rush)
And if I ask who popped shit, the Caravan gotta bus
Sing it ("on that defense")
But our bumrush is well done, not medium rare
It’s rare to see, an enemy within play
True indeed a lot of shit, is over he say she say
Me say, Warriors come out and play
And I’ma tear shit up and leave it like the day, after
And after we go around, and you hit the ground
then you know I’m down with the Blows to the Temple

* shout outs *

Album : Can I Borrow a Dollar?

Book of Life

I got so much trouble on my mind
So I take time
Out my day
To pray and I say
Now I lay me down to sleep
Hopin’ that I keep
My soul
Peep, I’m gettin’ old
And it’s a cold cold world
And I ain’t even got a bomber
Livin’ with my momma
It’s the same routine
Keep my room clean
I’m lookin’ to do some new things but ain’t shit to do
I’m twenty-two - catch
In the prime of my life
I have no time for a wife
I funnel through the tunnel
Disgruntled, tryin’ to find me some light
In the rim of darkness
Aiight you sing, I may not be the darkest
Brotha
But I was always told to act my age and not my color
Knowin’ that my color was that of the original
So now I sing the new negro spiritual
It goes get up stand up…etc.
It’s like how can you understand the pain
When you never had to stand under the rain
When it rains it pours, and it’s about to come down hard
Thank God I found you

As I walk down the road of existence
I get resistance
From all angles
I tangle
For cash
Hopin’ it’ll last
‘Til the end of the week
But all I eat is fast food
And you know how junk food goes right through ya
So I return to the arab
And on the way back
I stop and the liquor store
Grab me a six pack
Knowin’ that once I’m done with that I’ll be back
To get some more
Once I get started I don’t wanna stop
And I can’t turn around
Brew - I can’t turn it down
Ironically I turn it up
My liver I burn it up (Fat line)
It’s my life I live it up
The cup I gotta give it up
One day
I’m cruisin’ down a one way street and I done passed fun day
Three blocks ago
It itself life is an obstacle
As I maneuver through the manure I try to be responsible
I want a job but I ain’t lookin - how come
I ain’t tryin’ to degrade myself bein’ nobody’s Calvin
But I’m a couch bum what makes it bad I had incentive
But I disintegrated
To a state that’s stagnated
I procrastinated
I can’t recall a day without bein’ intoxicated
or blowed
Ain’t dealin’ with a full deck and any day I could fold
What makes it bad, I wasn’t dealt that bad a hand
And I had a plan
But things didn’t go through
The way they were supposed to
Thank God I found you

It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin’ under, I ponder
And try to keep my concentration
In this idiotic nation
They say become I doctor, but I don’t have the patients/patience
Adjacent
To that situation
I want an occupation
That I’m into
‘Cause yet if I begin to
Live to my potential
I went to
School for fourteen years and my best teacher was experience
I reminisce and wish
I could go back in time to eighty-nine
When there was just sunshine
But now it’s like I’m gettin’ older to so much strain and stress
I don’t think I’ll ever be happpy until I rest
In peace
Of mind
And find
Who I am
But thank God I found you

Album : Resurrection

Breaker 1/9

A weeby weeby wobble gobble gobble DO the turkey
Lord have mercy, mercy mercy me
You see I’m tryin to get the punani
but you just wanna rock me, ah-eh-eh, ah-eh-eh
You see I’m tryin to get the punani
but you just wanna rock me, oooh, check it
So get your ride on ride the thundercloud and broom broom broom
Because I gotta gotta get some, el, bow, room
So I can Bang-kok, better yet, knock Italy
But raindrops keep fallin on my couch, try to sit with me
Tamperin up my program, so I play another slow jam
It’s not an ancient Chinese secret, you should know man
But you insist on stay and playin Genesis
I gotta put an end to this, baldergash, EEE haul ass
And don’t come knockin my door, with the cockle-doodle-doo
I’m talkin the his and his and hers, Three’s Company too
So step to the step to the rear
And don’t come back now, hear?

Ahh to the break y’all (break y’all, yeah)
Ahh to the break y’all (break y’all, made it!)
To the break y’all (break y’all, NAHH!)
To the break y’all (break y’all break, BREAK!)

The CB’s, the CB’s, they’rrrrre here!
I’m checkin my mirror from the rear -
- locks are closer, than they appear
The time is near for you to drop your beer and get your nuts again
But ain’t no haps (UH-UH) your dick isn’t there
You’re thinkin that, "Oops, I made a mistake"
You say, "Fuck Nell Carter, c’mon Jimmy, give me a break"
You made a mistake on the first take
tryin to break a leg for take two
You shoulda ate your Wheaties
and Petey mighta made a breakthrough
You say to hope that things might bloom, so you assume position
Wishin he would listen, so you start to kissin
It’s alive, and up goes, and up goes you’re adrenaline
You aimed, you fired, THERE YOU GO, limp figures
So you take ? and then play the role of friend and talk
Try to tell her it’s her fault, when Jack your Been wouldn’t Stalk
Baby Bubba youse a goner, ahh, youse a goner
It’s fucker up, when _Your Dick Is Playin Tricks On Ya_
So you pop fizz, what a relief, beef stroke it up
My man, got your thing, in your hand, say, "I I think I can!!"
Damn this never happened before, yeah sure that’s what they all say
Uh-oh you better get Maaco kid, cause old girl is saucy
What was sweet to eat, has now dried up and rotted
It’s a pile of pew, pick up your glove and say, "Yo I got it!"
Hopin you won’t drop you thought you had it made like ?Kay?
What more could go wrong - you got the right one baby!
Uh-huh, let you tell it, everybody and their momma knows
that you came quick, quicker than a pizza, from Domino’s

To the break y’all (break y’all, YEAH)
To the break y’all (break y’all, MAYBE)
To the break y’all (break y’all, NAHHH)
To the break y’all (break y’all, check it out)

The 1/9, the 1/9, the CB’s, the break
The 1/9, the 1/9, the CB’s, the break!
The 1/9, the 1/9, the CB’s, the break!!
Break it up, break it up, break it up, BREAK DOWN!

Walkin up and then down the strip
Lookin for some hip so I can skip
I spotted this honeydip, and her friend tried to sell me a script
that they were in a rush to catch the bus, but that was the OLD Gus
So I’m gettin a bus, as I thrill at the disgust
Since old girl was with this, I told her friend to kiss this
And listen physical fitness use your brain and mind your business
Dippin from a distance, in an instance I got the digits
and blew a kiss to her
(THAT OLD STANK HOEEEE) was mad I didn’t speak to her
I hooked up with the one that looked NICE
Took her mind, like an ICE
‘Til her friends gave her advice to think, twice
Before with me she slept, my rep was kinda ill
They told her to keep that booty still
I been through more hoes than the pill
Still I overcame cause I got game like a athlete (UHH)
In less than a half week, she was with it to do the nasty (BREAK)
The drawers dropped, the top off, and the boots was gettin knocked
I heard the door unlock, it was her pop he was a cop
So I stopped dropped and rolled, so I wouldn’t inhale a shell
Broke like a fingernail, on my trail was the smell of tail
Bailed back around the flat, to wash off the smell of cat
Like a belt, everything was strapped
’til my homey asked, "WASSUP WIT DAT?"
The dat was like dis G, I told him I got busy
This was the spy who dissed me cause he told it like a sissy
THAT WAS FOUL, I went to him lost in the mind now it’s a dead end
The little wreck on that they locked the door and I can’t get in
No more no more no more and now I know and now I know
Don’t mess around with CB’s, good buddie, ten-fo’

(Ha hahh, yeahh, ahh break it..)

Album : Can I Borrow a Dollar?

Charms Alarm

A-hem
What we have here is a very, serious delicate situation
Lots of people out here always ridin the dick, hmmph
But check this out
I like your style, I like your stride
and I like your motivation
But the Late Show, we ain’t standin for that shit
So my man right here he wrote a little song about it
Why don’t you sing it

[Common]
Ring the, alarm, here comes, the Com
Call me Mr. Hollywood — check it out!
Ring the, alarm, here comes, the Com
Call me Mr. Hollywood
On the Goodship, Lollipop
POP goes the lolli lolli, for I’m, the Jolly
Good Fellow, he-LLO? Is anybody there?
I’m not a step, so don’t stare
Because I Rock-well I always feel like
I always feel like, Somebody’s Watchin Me
ooh, Somebody’s Watchin Me
It’s gotta be that, that that that nigga that sweat my shit
I say say say, "Black get off the ‘zack,
you block my urinal tract"
I gotta go pee-pee, yo you don’t know me
You’re just a New Kid on My Jock, tip-seekin and you’re phony
It’s my little pony and you cannot get a ride
So when you see me homey, just please just step aside
Step aside, not talkin wlidside, I’m comin from the Southside
where the ruffnecks reign; if you can’t stand it, don’t go outside
Cause it’s hot I got the stuff to call your bluff and pull your card
and nowadays it’s all these dick kids, that wanna be hard
You’re FRAUDULENT, I can tell a pussy by his scent
So sorry, but the van got tipped
And out is how I’m lookin, I’m lookin out for my people
I’m fly like I’m fly like but me don’t have no eagle
Beat the beater with the juice, how far would you go to
You’re never gonna get it, woo-wooh-wooh-WOOH! * sings like En Vogue*
You wasn’t down from the +Jump+, so why you wanna Kris Kross?
You no business buyin, insecure junkyard motherfucker
Get lost, cause youse a sucker

..

[Common]
We really lucky we got em, you can spot em
from a distance, now let’s just say FOR INSTANCE
you got a crank gettin ganked for his bank by some snake
little wench — is you is, or is you ain’t
the suck-errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
You gotta gotta be, gotta be, to let the shit occur
Gettin pimped, by a hoe, that ain’t too proud to beg, for your dough
She get your money mo money mo money money mo!
I couldn’t go out like that if it was my first day off of punishment
Just call me Kaopectate; in relationships, I’m runnin shit
So don’t be comin to me with that, "We can go out, you pay"
Cancel that bitch, it’s the, Unamerican way
This is the circumcision, and skins is gettin cut off
Ridin on my shit, just to get they nut off
NOT, no cops, just low-downs want a lick
If you ain’t down with the ‘Van, Dyke, get off the Dick
Cause I remember the time, the time, the time you tried
to play me like I was booty but now you’re just a groupie
Sweatin me uhh, sweatin me uhh
Tellin me when I get big don’t be forgettin me uhh
But forget you, forgot you, after, I rock you
It’s Blo Pop time bitch, you better set your clock
to the Charms Alarm

..

[Common]
Why’d the sucker MC sucker MC cross the road?
To get to the other side?!
Why’d the sucker MC sucker MC cross the road?
To get to the other side, now check it out
I got the pep in my step, the slide in my glide
So I won’t trip, when I let my backbone slip
Some shake it to the East, I’m shakin West, well I’ma shake your mid
And I’ma get you suckaz, just give me one side, and one rib
I barbeque the mouths HEY, I barbeque the mouths
Cause mom always said - don’t play wack in the house!
So take that garbage to the backyard
And I was like, "Everybody wanna wanna rap hard"
Before you wasn’t hardcore, so Sonic why ya flipped?
How you gonna hop when you ain’t hip?
You found rap, on a two-way street - and lost it
on a parkway, I ain’t sayin no names, yo Rico Suave
Fuckin goons fakin stab wounds, I need to shank the crank
Elvis Presley Jr., tryin to be somethin that you ain’t
No daps, y’all are hoes, y’all go on stage
and take off all your clothes; then you — strike a pose
You knows and I knows, that’s how you sell your record
Because your shit is BUTT, you gotta get NAKED
But you’re wack, you’re wack, showin your body to me
I said you’re wack, you’re wack, showin your body to me
You got no Soul man, and you need to get a Pound
Cause you, ain’t, ah-really down..
.. with true hip-hop you SUCKERS

Album : Can I Borrow a Dollar?

Chatper 13 (Rich Man vs. Poor Man)

Let’s talk about money
Ynot get the money
Common Sense want the money
Let’s talk about money

[Common Sense]
I… be… the one they call Petey
I’m Poe, as Edgar Allen
But I’m a poet when I’m freestylin

[Ynot]
Egad it is I, master Ynot Never The Less
Fresh like air, well dressed, yes the LS’s here
I appear on piers with my peers
The I’mperial like margerin, I’m butter
Yes, fly like my Lear, I jet

[Common Sense]
Lookin’ at my fake Gucci, it’s about that time
It’s time for some perculator
I circulate around the block black
So give me a six-pack and a half of Harold’s Chicken
A good combination
When I get bubbly, I do it in moderation
One brew, one brew, I said one brew at a time

[Ynot]
Well I’m a two timer of women that are three times a lady
May Sadie say Sade and may Ms. Goldberg say
"Yo Whoopie, there it is."
Call me E cause I equal MC squared
In the Biz, Marks know I got the Kie, to get the girl’s noses
open like "The Vapors", more pub than the papers
More papers than the press, oh yes I gets paid

[Common Sense]
Yes, check it
I didn’t grow grow up up po’ po’
but once you get grown, and out on your own
Bills upon bills upon bills is what you have
Before you get your check then you already spend half
See I make money, money doesn’t make me
I’m a reflection of my section and my section 8

[Ynot]
Enough
I own 8 sections of the world, where I’m sexin’ 8 girls
to have them comin’ in (ohhh yes) 8 seconds
I told Victoria her Secret you suck, like Sucrets
I Ultrawhite my secretery, I went to Tibet
to bet on my horse you bet your life
Mine was better and now your deader
than a (door knob) eeea wrong

[Ynot] So what’s your name?
[Comm] I’m the Com, the bro Com Sense
And when I don’t got scratch, I do feel tense
And if you givin your papers to a broad youse a dummy
[Ynot] Cause without no money
"Ain’t a damn thing funny" (scratched 3X)

[Ynot]
Rhymes I exchange like stock, I’m live like stock
I rock like Prudential, making ha ha from O
That’s mucho dinero, like Robert Deniro,
I rob-berts Deniro, a hero like the sandwich
A Man-wich has mills like Stephanie Mills, dills like pickles,
I’m fancy man I tickles LIKE the French
Not Johnny but like a Bench I Press-On like Lee
I Stan like Lee, while you Stagger like Lee
Most likely I’ll gagger that bullish I pull ish like a magnet
or dragnet, I don’t drag I gets net income
Yo bums I rush like adrenaline
I’m royal when I flush, your highest hush’ll get mushed
like a sleigh dog; I slay dogs who are under me
I’m over man, call me Doberman, cause I’m a Pinscher of pennies
that’s pretty, leave your city green from all the money I spent
(What you do?) I stay fresh like a mint from mint
I meant my mint, know what I mean? I’m nice
Real friendly like an Officer, Friendly and a gentleman
Friendly like Neighbors, not Jim
but like Gomer I got Pyle’s of loot
Attention salute - I kill loot but won’t dilute
Even if I threw garbage on the ground I couldn’t pollute
Man, I’m too rich for that, biiitch!

Ynot got the money

[Comm] So what’s your name?
[Ynot] I’m Ynot I own a mansion and a yacht (uh-huh)
I got essentials and credentials and honies at my feet
(come on)
And when I walk the street, I’m never lookin bummy
[Comm] Cause without the money
"Ain’t a damn thing funny" (scratched 5X)

[Common]
Ynot.. let me tell ya a story
Okay it was a black man a white man and a Chinese man
The black man of course he was po’ (yeah)
The white man… he was rich (uh-huh)
And the Chinese man, he owned a sto’ (aight c’mon)
Okay the black man lived on Beat Street
The white man lived on Wall Street
and at the Chinese man’s store is where they all meet
Not really on the good foot
cause the white man kept steppin on the black man’s toes (damn!)
And in his shoes there were holes
But the white man didn’t care;
shit, he didn’t have to wear it (uh uh)
The scratch that he had, he got from his parents;
with his tight ass, he woulda been poor white trash, but anyway
everyday the black man would ask him to spare change
but at him, the white man would stare strange
So the black man got fed up
cause wasn’t nobody feedin him and feedin him
And took red by his neck and started beatin him and beatin him
The Chinese man got ‘noid and broke out like a peon
And now the black man own the store
and the name of it is Leon’s (what’s that?)
Barbeque that is..
Rib tips, hotsauce, mild sauce, fries, and chicken

[Comm] So what’s your name?
[Ynot] I’m Ynot I own a mansion and a yacht (uh-huh)
I got essentials and credentials and honies at my feet
(come on)
And when I walk the street, I’m never lookin bummy
[Comm] Cause without the money
"Ain’t a damn thing funny"
[Ynot] Now what’s your name?
[Comm] Well I’m the Com, the bro Com Sense
And when I don’t got scratch, I do feel tense
And if you givin your papers to a broad youse a dummy
[Ynot] Cause without no money
"Ain’t a damn thing funny" (scratched to end)

[Ynot]
Two thousand and thirteen shot
Common Sense and YNot
UAk and Darian combined
We rock while you rot.. no stress..

Album : Resurrection

Coldblooded

[Common]
Cold-blooded, cold-blooded, hard-core
Rough and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and your-your, for you and your
You got the C to the, huh - cold-blooded
Ain’t it - huh, c’mon - hard-core
We take it hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh-er

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery school
Brother Com, gotta make our move through
the stylist(?) and violence with vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life’s like a dream that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no acres
after, travellin the world to see paper’s just paper
Streets take ya, back and forth like a shaker
I’m a slave to the rhythm’s breakin off
I get the job done - but some days I wanna take off
D be like, "We ain’t got no time for that!"
?uestlove said, "We ain’t got no time for that!"
My old bird like, "We ain’t got no time for that!"
So I rhyme when my back hurts
Play the numbers from my grandmother like Kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I’m in to win but then begin to sin
we’re in to win with Hen’s and Heineken’s
Beast for each and greet the meek with speech
to seek and peak cause Pete, shit gets deep
I fuh-fuh-freak, styles that come out
at night, when most cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of when the
sound run out, run out, r-run out
C uhh, yeah

Cold-blooded (c’mon) cold-blooded, hard-core
(hit em with the) Rough and rugged (c’mon) rugged and raw
(hey) for you and yours, for you and yours
You got the C, uhh - cold-blooded (yeah)
cold-blooded (c’mon) hard-core
(ain’t it funky) Rough and rugged, rugged and raw
for you and yours, for you and yours
(Yo, yo I-I think I wanna taste these horns
I want you to taste these horns, c’mon now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(ain’t it) Rough and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(yeah baby that’s what I’m talkin about
c’mon, give em, give us a little more)
for you and yours, for you and yours
C to the, cold-blooded (na, na-nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(c’mon) Rough and rugged, rugged and raw
(Yo, aight let let me get a little taste of this here)
for you and yours, for you and yours..

[Common]
The simps, please uhh uhh uhh uhh
These studs mention me, uhh uhh uhh uhh
As a, intense MC, sent to be the reign
on the industry I came
With penitentiary talk, Coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest nigga
I’m killin ‘em soft
Dealin with golf, gettin blowed on the course
I be dissin magazines, but then buy The Source
Can’t explain why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down - like Bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is Beat Street in backpacks
Braggin how they don’t eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene
with a rhyme scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off like Henner
I remain like a tattoo with natural raps
Copy like a fax that’s y’all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, I’ma end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a master plan, it goes

C to the, cold-blooded (yeah, c’mon)
cold-blooded, (ya know) hard-core
(ain’t it) Rough and rugged, (c’mon) rugged and raw
for you and yours, for you and yours
You got the C to the, cold-blooded
cold-blooded, hard-core
Rough and rugged, rugged and raw
for you and yours, for you and yours
You got the C to the, cold-blooded (yeah, hey)
cold-blooded (na-nasty, yo yo) hard-core
Rough and rugged, rugged and raw
(ain’t it, ain’t it) for you and yours, for you and yours
You got the C to the, cold-blooded
cold-blooded, (c’mon) hard-core
Rough and rugged, rugged and raw
for you and yours, for you and yours..

[Common ad-libs, then some vocal samples til end]

Album : Like Water For Chocolate

Communism

Intro:

Yo Troy I’ma come on the rhythm
with a little bit of Communism
Yeah, hah
So check it out, yeah

Chick-a chick-a I’m
Chick-a chick-a on
Chick-a chick-a my
my, own shit
Like an entrepeneur, that stepped in maneur
man I’m newer than a Jack I went up the hill with Jill
And Jack Jill’s big bootay
We did the booty up, I told the Bitch she Betta Have My Money
or step to the AMG
You know Com Sense, oh yeah him be
That nigga that be making all the bid-by-by-bye sounds
But since then, Common calm down!
I’m on some calm shit watch Com get complicated
Simple motherfuckers say the way that Com communicated
was too complex, I got a complex not to complain
on my brain no complain and so will my community
And I prefer compliments
So I complement at an angle, of ninety degrees
It’s the ninties, and music got known for grease
I got a sense of direction and a compass
Come passed MC’s with no compassion, though I heard the screams of
But I ain’t shy, so why shall I comfort
Commiserate at the fort with Jeff I’m so ill
But I chilled in my compartment with no company and no meals
Now Com can get the panty, but I want my own company
And Com is on a mission not to work for commission
It’s a common market and it’s so much competition
but to me, competition is none
To my comp I’m a ton I get amped like Watts in a riot
my compact disc is a commodity, so buy it
Instead of competing with Pete
Com compromised, Com made a promise
Not to commercialize, but compound the soul
without the elements, compelling sense into Communism

Album : Resurrection

Dooinit

Typed by: scott_rodkey@hotmail.com

Ah keep on, chcka chcka chcka (Repeat 6x)

Mo’fucker move back, I pursue rap at the pace of a New Jack
Miscellaneous numbers and shoes stack grooves
Rap I deliver for the hungry and underprivileged
Something different from these hollow and grunting niggas
This is business strictly, step to my business is risky
‘Specially when you as bitch as Missy
Back to back LP’s that sound the same, I surround the game
With a four-pounded brainstorm
To make niggas dance in the rain, scared to take a chance in the game
Used to breakdance, it’s a shame
What money do to a nigga brain
If he lose his soul what did a nigga gain?

"Doin’ it, doin’ it, I am doin’ it"
"C O double M O to the N" (cut and scratched 4x)

My train of thought is that of a hustler, or a nigga with his shirt off
Trying to get his work off to customers
I rap with a chip on my shoulder, squeezing Coronas
See shirts that say "We gotta get over"
That juggy shit is over, the war is on
I on;y want to be a soldier, I’m holding on, to a culture
Focused like Gordon Parks when it’s sorta dark
For niggas that’s flooded with ice, my thought’s the ark
Performing warming arts with some shit for the heart
Don’t fuck with radio, ignoring the charts
I could give a FUCK what you made in a year, nigga, you wack
A soft nigga on a hard track, in this new rap
Generation I "X" cats like a Muslim
He fell off cause I pushed him
Let his Bently and his weak crew be his cushion
I catch him on the streets, in front of the bodyguards and rush him

"Doin’ it, doin’ it, I am doin’ it"
"C O double M O to the N" (cut and scratched 4x)

You wasn’t saying you was a thug before Pac came
Ten years ago you had a high top trying to be like Kane
Then Snoop released and it became a G thang
Claim sets, your city ain’t got gangs
Niggas hate you, they ain’t paying you no attention
In a circle of faggots, your name is mentioned
With six degrees, I separate MC’s, from a business man that’s good
>From a nigga that was raised or just lived in the hood
>From what a nigga says to what’s understood
Keep my shit tight like them boys in "The Wood"
Dick is always hard like the "Boyz in the Hood"
Peace to Dug Inf, No I, Sean Lett, the whole Chi
At the crib some cats give me the cold eye
I’m a bitch slap the next one
Let him know the world is my section for taking
You got to reduce aggression

"Doin’ it, doin’ it, I am doin’ it"
"C O double M O to the N" (cut and scratched 4x)

Album : Like Water For Chocolate

Food for Funk

Common:
What, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo yo yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Check it, yo
You say a one for the trouble, two for the time
Come on y’all, let’s rock that, uh
(I can feel the funk)(x4)
Check it

I come to grips with mics
I come to grips that a lot of mic users is dikes
I come to grips with the likes of Fred Hampton
Cold, so I’m lampin, with no need for spotlight
When I got light like an intersection, you talk
But you came to my town with protection
Election year, had the block hot
I scream "fuck the world" for having a baby girl sorta cock block
I write rhymes like I come from the windy city
With my crew, I click like simply, stand midi with reality
Casually, I walk through these war games
Some claim say but then they take on whore names
If that’s the way your sex drives, stay in your lane
If you’re a man, I can’t tell like if the door rang now

Chorus:
Now, to the ladies in the house when you come in the place
It ain’t a bunch of niggaz all up in your face
The music is thumpin and you’re feelin the bass
What you wanna do girl(wanna shout)
To the brothas when you come in a jam, it ain’t a bunch of niggaz
It ain’t high tech and ain’t got free liquor
You jackin his name and stick to make you jones get thicker
What you wanna do man?(let go)
Yo, check it

Some niggaz be on the mic, sounding like dikes
Allow me to get on and bust like Spike(uh)
Lee, I’m in the majors with no rotation
Through stations of bullshit, I see through like a pager
In the age of Aquarius, various things
Is gonna carry us in intellect and what have you
Street astrologists interpret point stars and half moons
Then end up on garages or walls in bathrooms
Every black moon, a rap tune move me
The rap sun, I rain more than Rudy, that unruly shit is played
It don’t stop
It’s time to get it, get it made
I got my mind made up like Foxy Brown’s face
I know how the underground tastes
I want a crib from the ground up, rooms spin at a round pace
Get down based on true story, through Corey, came close to the teachers
Colder as the Iceman, posted before it start wrinklin
Linkin with cats, who don’t react to change in the years
Fulfill prophesies in rooms full of emptiness, now

Chorus:

I can feel the funk(x8)
Yo, check it, check it

I came through the corridor, with the aura
Raw Chicago mora, scope the horror
Read between the lines and know the border
Some pop wines for juice, I wait in the water
Waitin for you Big Willie niggaz to have a show at The Crib
We gon get with your glamour, long as we know where it is
Tell you ain’t a player by your sweater doused with wack feather
The Crib got the gangsta playa shit patent like black leather
I rap better than you, you, or maybe him
But I am like a tree and every lyric is a timb
Spilled brews and greasy foods got my car smelly
Some be so high, they believe they fly like R. Kelly
But then they fall off, dusted niggaz is gettin sawed off
They fall soft, my mental lift is for me to haul off
I kick ass

Chorus:
(scratching)
I can feel the funk(x16)(makes me wanna shout, wanna shout)(x4)
(scratching)Wanna shout

Album : One Day It’ll All Make sense

Funky For You

Chorus: Bilal, Jill Scott

Alright…..Okay [4X’]
Alright……We’ll make it funky for you now

[Common]
I’m a child of the ahh - The 87 ahh
From the streets - Get on a beat and go ahh
I could break it down like whatever ya ahh
On some K-R-S be here forever type unh
You-you-you-you know you shouldn’t rhyme like unh
Let them pussy niggas get in your mind like unh
Baby boy you could do it take your time do it….
If you get the chance
To be a man in a b-boy stance and advanced from the go
I’ll trace outer space with a unh
The baby-sitter of styles - I’ve traveled miles with
bitches and….I’ve traveled miles with…..
I’ve traveled miles with bitches and brew the ritual
of the real unh
Your platinum but real unh’s don’t feel you
You sampled real unh’s and then filtered
I’m built to last - at last I’m free
The Roots and SV be the family tree
SV and the Roots be the family tree
The Roots and SV and the tree is unh
Come on

Chorus;
As long as it’s funky….alright..okay [yeah]
As long as it’s funky…alright
As long as it’s funky…alright…okay
As long as it’s funky…funky for you now

I style for the ohhh - wild for the ohhh
Baby girl let’s go half on a child for the ohhh
Lick shot’s pop lock and blaow for the oohh
Like Ra-I’ll move a crowd for the ohhh
You talkin’ loud but ain’t sayin’ ohhh
Trickin’ paper on a unh… Captain Save-a-ohhh
I’ve never been.. the type of nigga..
to take.. a broad to the courts
As a shorty I was always into sports
Now I talk to drums and walk in slums and thoughts that’s ohhh
Instinct to hustle-divided by the struggle
Plus a couple of scuffle’s and up to high shuffle
Even when it sound muffled..
I bust through.. narrow gates..
with king-sized thoughts that’s sparrow shaped
Before I came up I had to elevate
Let a nigga move where he wanna move up to
You don’t like how I’m livin… well fuck ohhh
I stuck to what I was on… a star is born on a cusp
Many angel’s fell to the dust
Leavin’ me to trust… only a ohhh
Leavin’ me to trust y’all only a ohhh
Leavin’ me to trust in a - ahh ohhh ohhh ohhh
ohhh
Yo

Chorus: repeat 4X
As long as it’s funky [yeah]
alright..okay

Let your.. imagination.. dance to the..
Dance to the.. dance to the hey
Like nobody’s watchin in a b-boy stance to the hey
I’m funky like Africans in France to the hey
Yo hey.. kick in the bass you..
Chasin paper like a bitch in a race
Spit on or death, I still ain’t picked up the ace
The hundred.. styles I run with thick in the race
So let’s ohhh.. yeah unh hunh

Chorus

Album : Like Water For Chocolate

G.O.D. (Gaining One’s Definition)

[Common]
After bein’ 25, you know, just trying to survive in the world
Bout to have a little boy or baby girl. Who knows?
Anyway, just when you start gettin that little age and experience to you
You start thinkin about stuff…tryin to make the right moves
So bust it out, this is what I was thinkin, check it

Yo, the education of the Lon-chicka-Lonnie Lynn
Began, began with time
Bein my bloodline is one with the divine
In time brotha, you will discover the light
Some say that God is Black and the Devil’s White
Well, the Devil is wrong and God is what’s right
I fight, with myself in the ring of doubt and fear
The rain ain’t gone, but I can still see clear
As a child, given religion with no answer to why
Just told believe in Jesus cuz for me he did die
Curiosity killed the catechism
Understanding and wisdom became the rhythm that I played to
And became a slave to master self
A rich man is one with knowledge, happiness and his health
My mind had dealt with the books of Zen, Tao the lessons
Koran and the Bible, to me they all vital
And got truth within ‘em, gotta read them boys
You just can’t skim ‘em, different branches of belief
But one root that stem ‘em, but people of the venom try to trim ‘em
And use religion as an emblem
When it should be a natural way of life
Who am I or they to say to whom you pray ain’t right
That’s who got you doin right and got you this far
Whether you say "in Jesus name" or "Al hum du’Allah"
Long as you know it’s a bein’ that’s supreme to you
You let that show towards others in the things you do
Cuz when the trumpets blowin, 24 elders surround the throne
Only 144,000 gon get home
Only 144,000 gon get home
Only 144,000 gon get it baby

Chorus: Cee-Lo

I’ve lived and I’ve learned
I have taken and I’ve earned
I have laughed, I’ve cried
I have failed and I have tried
Sunshine, pouring rain
found joy through all my pain
I just wanna be happy with being me

[Cee-Lo]
Let me voice my concern
So many of my fellow brothers have given themselves a title
That their actions didn’t earn
Our ignorance is in the same breath as our innocence
Subconciously, seeking to find an impressionable mind to convince
I’ve finally come to the realization why Black people in the worse place
Cuz it’s hard to correct yourself when you don’t know
Who you are in the first place
So I try to find the clue in you
But evidently, White folks know more Black history than we do
Why’re we bein’ lied to? I ain’t know our history was purposely hidden
Damn, somethin’ in me wanna know who I am
So I began my search, my journey started in church
It gave my heartache relief when I started to understand belief
Hustlin was like a gift spent my share of time in the streets
Taught me survival from this evil I’m just gonna have to deal with
And I felt like a fool when I tried to learn it in school
It almost seemed like a rehearsal when the only
Science and math are universal
Takin elder advice, read the Bible, the Koran
Searched scrolls from the Hebrew Israelites
Hold on, this ain’t right, Jesus wasn’t White
Some leads were granted with insight
and it’s all in the plan, but it took me some time to overstand
He still created with the imperfection of man
So, with followin’ I disagree
By no means have I forgotten or forgiven what’s been done to me but
I do know the Devil ain’t no White man, the Devil’s a spiritual mind
That’s color blind, there’s evil White folk and evil niggas
You gon surely find there’s no positivity without negativity
But one side you gonna have to choose
Any chance to speak I refuse to misuse
So how can you call yourself God when you let a worldly possession
become an obsession and the way you write your rhymes and
Can’t follow your lesson
If a seed’s sown, you make sure it’s known, you make sure it’s grown
If you God, then save your own, don’t mentally enslave your own
If you God, then save your own, don’t mentally enslave your own
If you God, then save your own, don’t mentally enslave your own

Well, I’ve lived and I’ve learned
I’ve taken and I’ve earned
I have laughed, I have cried
I failed and I have tried
Sunshine, pourin rain
I found joy through my pain
Just wanna be happy…bein me
Bein me

Album : One Day It’ll All Make sense

Geto Heaven Part Two

God bless…

[D’Angelo]
hmmmmm…, doo doooo, doo doooo, yeah…, yeah…, oooh
Know I love my baby, My baby loves me
Layin in some heaven, need a little company
Let’s go into a heaven, time to get some Geto Heaven
Geto…

[Verse 1]
Searchin for a love, throughout the ghetto
Young girls is thick, righteousness is narrow
I got my third, I want the sparrow
Want my peoples straight and rock sweet apparrel
The mother of my child, we not together
Baby it’s your back, I got forever
As the weather, talks to us
Him rockin the Holy Spirit walks through us
The blunted eyes of the youth search for a guide
A thug is a lost man in disguise
The rise and fall, of a nation, even when the buildings tumble
I still stand tall, I walk through the valley, wit a life preserver
Feelin at times, that I might just murder
Yo but that aint what I was sent for
I want folks to say his life it meant more
Than ?any ca, any ba ca? any broad
He found Geto Heaven in himself and God

[D’Angelo]
Geto Heaven…
Standin in some Geto Heaven
Geto Heaven…
Standin in some Geto Heaven
Geto…

[Verse 2]
Love, your happiness don’t begin wit a man
Strong woman, why should you depend on a man
I understand you want a man that’s resourceful
If he pay your bills, he feel like he bought you
Talkin to a friend, about what love is
Her man didn’t love her, cuz he didn’t love his
Hugged her from afar, said what I felt
You never find a man, till you find yourself
Time helps mistakes, you can learn from
Cuz one man fucked up men you shouldn’t turn from
You want a certain type of guy, gotta reach a certain point too
At the destination, a king will annoint you
Goin through the storm, many bodies stay warm
That relationship died, for you to be born, you worth more
Than anything you could cop in a store
For you to grow he had to go so what you stoppin him for
Not even I could ignore bein alone it’s hard
Find heaven in yourself and God

[D’Angelo]
I know I love my baby
My baby loves me
I’m layin in some heaven, need a little company, yeah
It’s twenty four seven, time to get some Geto Heaven
Time to get some Geto Heaven
Geto Heaven, Geto Heaven
It’s time to get some Geto Heaven
Time to get some Geto Heaven, ohhhhhh…

[Verse 3]
This music is so much bigger than me
As far as happy, yo it’s like a trigger to me
Dealin with crab rappers, and groupie broads
Record execs, at times it do be hard
But to choose words, and be heard across waters
Doin something you like to support daughters
Keepin your guys who collectin court orders
Conveyin messages that the ancestors brought us
Thought of things to say to become the end thing for the day
Somehow, that didn’t seem the way for me to make it
Music is a gift that is sacred
I hope you didn’t use it hopin you could grow to it
Whether servin or a surgeon, you gon go through it
Can’t imagine goin through it, without soul music
It’s like Donnie Hath’ helped me see Lonnie’s path
On my behalf, let’s take whole steps to I’mhotep
And show depth, as we make people nod
Find heaven in this music and God
Find heaven in this music and God
Find heaven in this music and God

[D’Angelo]
Geto Heaven
Geto Heaven
Geto Heaven, yeah, yeah
Geto Heaven, my baby
Geto Heaven, my baby
Geto Heaven, my baby
Geto Heaven, my baby
Geto Heaven, my baby…

Album : Like Water For Chocolate

Gettin’ Down at the Amphitheater

"Ga-ga-gangbusters!!"

[Dove]
Hey give it Boogie like the BX, sex regular booger bitches
get the backseat, G-bumps’ll make you buy tapes
Ex-cape the fire tonight, switch like Jekyll and Hyde
and shit, wreckin we live and shit
This swamp water style’ll keep em dirty and wet
I bet mills on the rhyme skills, we walk away set
Rich like topsoil, connect coin with currency
Places that I couldn’t pronounce, and then bounce
Illegal ain’t illegal if it’s less than an ounce
Keep it come in T. La Rock amounts, see +It’s Yours+
Study scrolls that includes the clause
Get your dirty paws out my bowl, your hustle’s too old to deal
with the shuffle, you exhaust me like a muffle
Get zapped and zipped in the duffle
Came to the set splashed, no Roley on the wrist
To Hell with a guest list, we all up in this!
A two dollar somethin got your eyes on him
But yo she pinchin my ass so we go, limb for limb
Lights studio dim, it’s EXACT tonight
So we can drop the Rap Delight, on one!

Just dance, you know you gots the feelin
Just dance, ah come on and get down
and just dance, you know you gots the feelin
Just dance, ah come on and get down
and just dance, you know you gots the feelin
Just dance, ah come on and get down
and just dance, you know you gots the feelin
Just dance, ah come on and get down
"Just get on down.."

[Common]
Underground under pressure, my style is the child
of a lesser, God, I Master like Farad
Persona in between the El Rook’n, and El DeBarge
Metaphorically massage, verbal hajj
I take over breaks and chop loops
Glorifyin, one-eighty hat cats can rock in my troops
Wisdom like a tooth, mock new shits I knock loose
Datin game Thursday’s I spot juice, Plug like Pos’nus
Before you get a style, let’s get a style
My style pans the crowd back and forth
You were soft as the tracks you rappin off, I pop shit
You tried to laugh it off, actin like you had to cough
and didn’t hear it, my spirit sustains in the same pattern
emcee, familiar sample period; spottin where you sampled
your rhyme scheme from — I ain’t clearin it
I drop science and experiment — contractually
came to terms of endearment with my label
Want to pick out a day to smack wack niggaz, I contact niggaz
like P.O.’s, you spit background lyrics, I rip Lee flows
Wipin your nose like you need blows
Claimin it’s a allergy, I react allergic to cats
or is it how they word it
If you had weight it must have been some pussy you served with
Thoughts fermented, I rode rhythms and words tinted
Many lip profess, I’m verb centered

Just dance, you know you gots the feelin
Just dance, ah come on and get down
and just dance, you know you gots the feelin
Just dance, ah come on and get down
and just dance, you know you gots the feelin
Just dance, ah come on and get down
and just dance, you know you gots the feelin
Just dance, ah come on and get down
"Just get on down.."

[Pos]
It’s like rip y’all, add it on to lip
Wonder Why’s upon this, just to flex my strength
I was the one who killed wackness so I had to do a bid
of twelve years on the mic, before parole with Tommy ‘Kid’
Infinite landscaper, green paper maker
Leap far from home with chrome rims and trims
Man these people still takin rappin for a joke
The pimp, I rock it one-double-oh percent
Some of you MC’s should be called CM’s, Carbon Monoxide
on the mic exposin your polluted bloodtype
Y’all niggaz need a visit from the Brain Fairy
Walk around dead, like your physical’s buried
Wrote the rhymes durin a earthquake, cause your style’s
shaky as SHIT! Just need to come clean and admit
that yo’ quick draw fails the test, and mine was flawless
My DJ gave the scratch, yours was clawless
Your crew couldn’t even measure to mine
That’s why yo’ bitches is busted, and mines is fine
Performin with an upper design, so back on off the plank
We bringin this Big and Bad like Hank

Just dance, you know you gots the feelin
Just dance, ah come on and get down
and just dance, you know you gots the feelin
Just dance, ah come on and get down
and just dance, you know you gots the feelin
Just dance, ah come on and get down
and just dance, you know you gots the feelin
Just dance, ah come on and get down
"Just get on down.."
and just dance, you know you gots the feelin
Just dance, ah come on and get down
and just dance, you know you gots the feelin
Just dance, ah come on and get down
and just dance, you know you gots the feelin
Just dance, ah come on and get down
and just dance, you know you gots the feelin
Just dance, ah come on and get down!!!
"Just get on down.."

* cut and scratch of "Just get on down.." to the song’s end *

Album : One Day It’ll All Make sense

Heat

[Common]
Yeah, one two..
Yeah, where my nigga Jay Dee?
Where ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oooh, you say you got guns, then bring that shit) what?
(You say you got ones, then bring that shit
cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what?
(to get my man see we bout to spit some) HOT SHIT
Yeah, one two..
Bout to spit that, HOT SHIT
Huh.. whoo! Yeah..
Turn it down nigga, HOT SHIT
Yeah.. (oooh)

Messenger in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ here and +Now+
Niggaz know the ledge, so they don’t come near the style
I appear in clouds on some heaven to earth shit
Fake niggaz drown the deeper the verse gets
Deep as a skinny girl’s cunt - I surface with the purpose
to let y’all niggaz know the demo
Voice is a instrument that’s monumental
You couldn’t fuck with the style if you was a nympho
Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to look into the eye
I identify with dobbs and weaves, and niggaz makin moves
that bob and weave, and niggaz with jobs on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets
freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I lecture how I got God but don’t got religion
Got a clip for these niggaz on the net, sellin my shit
Let’s just say you Ramone and I’m Spit
In a habitat of Cadillacs and battle raps
and people that travel at the speed of need
Never agree with the ways of the world
Cats say anything - like they say to they girl
How you bringin it when you sit indian style?
Niggaz know me as Com it’s time hear me go wild
with HOT SHIT, yeah..
HOT SHIT, yeah, one two..
Came to bring it boy

(You say you got guns, then bring that shit
You say you got ones, then bring that shit
cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what?
(to get my man see we bout to spit some) HOT SHIT
What? No doubt.. HOT SHIT!

[Common]
Old men see visions young men dream dreams
I rock the planet - recognize - I’m the C.R.E.A.M.
Com Rules Everything and everything is
How yo’ man pullin yo’ weight - he ain’t carryin his
Scary the biz is like "The Blair Witch Project"
Experiment in rooms on some bare bitch project
State senators, life twirls, most sell out
- like a dread with a white girl
You want me to cypher with you and the Gods?
I just did a show - I’m pursuin these broads
Everyone I ain’t tryin to fuck
Wanna feel female presence and conversation a touch
You’ll get split like a date that’s dutch scuffed and scraped up
Taped up for tryin to say what - ever you was about to say
You rap like a nigga that’s about to spray
Get a mouth shot, for openin your mouth to say
feel my heat in the night - it leaves you without the day
What I write is a passage for niggaz to travel through
Before defeatin me - Joe, you better battle you
I tap into my own zone like it’s my home phone
Turn the cell off and let my dome roam
Shame I gotta do white labels to keep my life stable
I write fatal bringin niggaz to life
A wise man came in the thick of the night
He said BRING THAT SHIT when you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He said HOT SHIT, hot shit, hot shit

(You say you got guns, then bring that shit) uhhh
(You say you got ones, then bring that shit
cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) uhh
(me and my man, see we known to spit this) HOT SHIT
Hot shit, yeah, yeah, uhh
What we spit Jay? (Throw it down nigga)
HOT SHIT, uh, yeah, uh, c’mon, yeah (keep it goin)
HOT SHIT..
HOT SHIT..
HOT SHIT.. yeah, boy (keep it goin)
HOT SHIT.. out
HOT..

Album : Like Water For Chocolate

Heidi Hoe

Whatup BITCH? I’m Petey Wheatstraw
And you don’t stop, with the heidi heidi hoe
Hi hoe, or bye hoe, if you’re lookin for a sucker
(What are you?) I’m just another motherfucker
Pucker your lips, do flips like Mary Lou
Just because I fucked you doesn’t mean that I’ma marry you
Bury you, I will do, after, I bill you
Kill you, hoe, cause your shit smells like mildew
Pe-ew, think you need some soap and a rag
Or better yet Black, Flag, you scallywag
Tag, I didn’t mean to diss dis… hoe butt
But you need to stay such, do not touch
Much disrespect goes out to you
And your parents, too, for havin you
Haven’t you been introduced to a douche
I guess you said fuck footloose, and got pussyloose
No juice, you shoulda dried up, like a prune-a
Mister mechanic this place needs a tune up
For the pink cadillac cause it’s block is off
And have more use, than a public park
for recreation, givin up the body is a hobby
I’m tellin Santa Claus you been naughty (sing it)
Hoe hoe hoe, Merry Christmas
Aiyyo JuJu, I just had to diss dis

[Chorus]
Heidi Heidi Hoe, huh, the Heidi Hoe
All the niggaz know, yo the Heidi Hoe, c’mon
The Heidi Hoe, hah the Heidi Hoe
All the niggaz know, that you’re a Heidi Hoe

(Now bring it back brotha)

Eni-meeny-meeny-meeny-meeny-meeny-miney-moe
Careful to catch a tiger, after you catch a tiger
you can catch a hoe, there’s your hoe, kiss a hoe, fuck a hoe
Diss a hoe, I’m Petey Wheatstraw from the Southside of Chicago
Hablo ingles? I don’t know espanol Joe
I can go the line plus a hundred like Flo Jo
Homo’s a nono, so faggots, stay solo
I roll my dick so it holds just like a Rolo
Total recall, yeah I see y’all
I see you, I see you’re a freak too, so peek a boo
I’m prickin you whether or not, took you out that’s work see
So get your skirt see, and bitch, dirty
Curtsey, dosey-do out the do’ slut
This is what I come on, so slut you better grow up
Slow up, you forgot your earrings here take em
Salami beef and ham with the asalaam alaikum
Like that hoe (that hoe) that hoe (that hoe)
Dabba-da-dat, it’s like that hoe

[Chorus]

Sittin on the dock of the bay, I say hoe
Say hoe?! (Hoe!!) Do you know, do you know?
Bo knows this hoe blows much much dick
An undercover trick, a toe a tac a tic
Naked at, frick-a-frat, plus her puddy wat
C’mere k-k-k-k-k-k, yo c’mere you little puddy cat
What, your booty black is so indespicable
You squaw-pie, tack-haired, motherfuckin jiggaboo
You can suck a dick or two or three or four or mo’ here
But first get curlin iron burns off your forehead
My nigga Coe said, that you’re an around the way girl
You’re fuckin everybody around the way, and been all around the world
And you still can’t find yo’ fate
But you had a couple of babies I mean a Bunch like Brady
The lady is a tramp snake hoe yo and all of that
Fuck her sixty-nine you get the eighty-six and don’t call me back
Your black ass bunion
There’s a party in your mouth BITCH, and everybody’s comin

[Chorus] - 2X

Album : Can I Borrow a Dollar?

Hungry

[Common]
Yo, niggaz don’t want none of this
Niggaz know they can’t fuck with this
Turn this shit up just a little more

I walk the night in rhymin armor, bomb a nigga like a winter coat
Have him on Death Row searchin for an Interscope
Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara
Symbolize dope, like sirens do terror
Mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated
Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it
Players is gettin traded
I drop a gem off, them who’s style is jaded
My juice is grated
Shit is so bangin niggaz say it’s gang related
On philosopher’s rink of thought, I’ve skated with precision
Crews is gettin split like decisions
Com will let it ride in collision
Vision like Coleco or tele, I battle stars in stellar…
Regions, my thought scheme was my like my offspring
Now, it’s teethin
My reason of rhyme applies to season and time
Season of mind, body and regions divine
In mom’s cookouts, I’m leavin the swine
Verbal vegeterian, squashed beef with Ice Cube
Came in this rap life nude
Now I’m fully clothed with flows
You tricks can’t hide behind expensive cars and clothes
Old niggaz I expose like Luke does hoes in videos
With classic material, imperial and rugged like
Got mag, but my slugs a mic
You fake like a smile, like a hug, I’m tight
Skip ladies, this is rip a muthafucka night
Oracle arouse, niggaz don’t even run for cover right
Downtown interracial lovers hold hands
I breathe heavy like an old man, with a cold can of Old Style
Hold a Stone Isle profile
Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when I go wild
Hold mics like a second nut until the second comin
Hummin comin towards you with power like forwards do
Hip hop, you my bitch and like a Ford, I’m Explorin you
So, wack niggaz be cool, with them, I stay cordial
Flowin room temperature, cats is presumed miniature
Like golf. Soft like Tiger Woods
And real nigga angles I’ve stood with ways that’s geometric
Don’t need to rob banks with dike broads to Set it
I levitate to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist
Rhyme wise, you a rest haven
You sat by the door spooked like I was Wes Craven
You need to do more deletin and less savin
A praise in hell, raisin heaven
Like the bill on my pager leavens
What you should have known from day one
You will on day seven

"Hungry hip hop junkie in the city" (*scratched 3X*)

Album : One Day It’ll All Make sense

I Used to Love H.E.R.

Verse One:

I met this girl, when I was ten years old
And what I loved most she had so much soul
She was old school, when I was just a shorty
Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me
ont he regular, not a church girl she was secular
Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few New York niggaz, had did her in the park
But she was there for me, and I was there for her
Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her
and just cool out, cool out and listen to her
Sittin on a bone, wishin that I could do her
Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be
because we related, physically and mentally
And she was fun then, I’d be geeked when she’d come around
Slim was fresh yo, when she was underground
Original, pure untampered and down sister
Boy I tell ya, I miss her

Verse Two:

Now periodically I would see
ol girl at the clubs, and at the house parties
She didn’t have a body but she started gettin thick quick
DId a couple of videos and became afrocentric
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions
She was on that tip about, stoppin the violence
About my people she was teachin me
By not preachin to me but speakin to me
in a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached
She dug my rap, that’s how we got close
But then she broke to the West coast, and that was cool
Cause around the same time, I went away to school
And I’m a man of expandin, so why should I stand in her way
She probably get her money in L.A.
And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul
She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style
She said, afrocentricity, was of the past
So she got into R&B hip-house bass and jazz
Now black music is black music and it’s all good
I wasn’t salty, she was with the boys in the hood
Cause that was good for her, she was becomin well rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit
Just havin fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell, by how her titties hung

Verse Three:

I might’ve failed to mention that this chick was creative
But once the man got you well he altered her native
Told her if she got an image and a gimmick
that she could make money, and she did it like a dummy
Now I see her in commercials, she’s universal
She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs lickin rock and dressin hip
And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city
Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks and hittin switches
Now she’s a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches
Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk
Tellin me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk
Stressin how hardcore and real she is
She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz
I did her, not just to say that I did it
But I’m committed, but so many niggaz hit it
That she’s just not the same lettin all these groupies do her
I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer
But I’ma take her back hopin that the shit stop
Cause who I’m talkin bout y’all is hip-hop

Album : Resurrection

In My Own World (Check the Method)

("Yeah yeah, now check the method" - Extra P from ATCQ’s _Keep It Rollin_)
* cut and scratched 4X by Mista Sinister

Verse One: No I.D.

No time to get all excited, just write it
from the inside let the pen slide, and spread
the ink on the papyrus, come understand this (what?)
Paint the canvas, givin you my vision
To mold you, compose you
Get a picture of the scene, then get an exposure
Words out my cipher, the life of my circle
Train tracks aside of me, Cabrini to Idabi, don’t lie to me
You want me in your needle
Squirt me in your vein, maintain on the couch
I excite your brain till I’m out of your system
Be digger not a nigger or a niggerole I figure you’re
the winner of the bread, precede your thoughts
‘fore they come into your head (yo kid kinda nice!)
From the word, I speak, unique, clear and concise
Heads I’m boring, soaring to a new height of flight
And then fight the night
With a light to gain sight make your competition say AIGHT
No I.D. from the city with a bridge on thirty-first
Makin all butt crews disperse

Chorus: repeat 4X

[No I.D.] I’m in my own world ("Yeah yeah, now check the method")

Verse Two: Common

[No I.D.] ("Check the method") I’m in my own world
I say pay attention boy, I say UHH looka here
I want you to see me when you do you look and fear
I dilate pupils it’s cornea than a retina
My Book of Life you felt it, because of the texture
When I’m bubbly I call the ex ta, see if she still love me
I’m advanced like a copy studs be on my sac to dub me
CHEAP ASS NIGGAZ! Go and purchase it
I ain’t do all this work for shit
my style’s my child I gave birth to it
Like an immaculate conception, clean I came
Went through label pains, didn’t give shorty a name
I put, bros before hoes that’s the way love and life goes
It’s a Jungle out there but I’m never Fever-in for them white hoes
I love black thighs, you sisters better realize
The real hair and real eyes get real guys
So before you makeup your face, you better make up your mind
I hope you wake up in time for the revolution, or you gon be like
"I can’t believe it! I got shot!"
Bowe/bo so I lick one, not for Riddick
But I got the Rid, for my dick
And the crab MC’s that be all over it
Huh, what good is the Rid without the comb?
I’m the street pick peace to Nick, Tim, Mark and Sekendall
I remember me and Deion tried to get into Mendal
I didn’t have No I.D., they wouldn’t let me in
Now them same gumps be askin me to get them in
I be like, "You don’t know me… fool"
And color it purple, cause he ain’t in my circle
Now I’m talkin square biz to you and I’m out
I’m in my own world

Album : Resurrection

Invocation

Envisioning the hereafter, listenin to Steve Wonder
On a Quest for Love like the Proceed drummer
I strike like lightning and don’t need thunder
Inhale imagination and breathe wonder
That’s your lady, I used to run up in her and G weed from her
It’s a cold world and niggaz need summer
At times my going forward seems like retreat
As I rewrite rhyme after rhyme and throw away beats
Growing into my britches, outgrowing the streets
There’s a thin line between war and peace, whores and jeeps
Ignore MCs like beeps, scribblin freedom on pages
My third eye is like pink eye, seemin contagious
Redeemin the ancients with ageless rhyme jargon
I feel Mexican, hip hop is my garden
Don’t give a fuck where you chartin, certain shit I can’t honor
It ain’t that you sellin, it’s your karma
Rappers I monitor like a chaperone, you large and haven’t grown
Poetically perform fly-bys, another rapper gone
The stage becomes a catacomb, I rap like a mummy
Not for the money, I could have sampled Diana Ross a long time ago
My mind of flow is like motor key 20
Youngblood said he had dimes, I prayed that he see twenty
Hollerin at the brothers, either you gon be a thug or a man
Flip drugs and get land, I can see my man Rashad
As he described how the bucks hit him
And said slugs was still stuck in him, when it rained, it fucked wit him
This bucket interrupt wisdom and asked when my album was comin
I said it’s here
It’s here (*echoed*)

Album : One Day It’ll All Make sense

Just in the Nick of Rhyme

The rhyme I pick up, trick up, and like hiccup
(Hiccup!) This is a good place for a stickup
So throw your hands in the air and say hell yeah
I Can Beat Mike Tyson, plus I’m Fresh-er than the Prince of Bel Air
And I Blossom, In Colour is how I’m Living see
some pretend to be afraid of me but they’re my Public Ene-ma
Picture this, like a cinema; I’m winnin a contest
I knew you was a loser when you bought your girl’s prom dress
I’m just, another one of the nigs, take a swig
I can sing, brothers’ll work it out without a gig
The gold mud in my blood, I’m a stud smokin blunts
Not a fuddy dud if rhymes were pecks, I’d be Woody Wood
They’re after pestly hoes and that’s the hoes I sex and don’t collects
Rockin a Rolex, preferrin sex instead of Soloflex
but I pump skill, to build what I can build and still feel good
The baddest hoes be sayin, "Oooh you’re real good"
Fella a city dweller, it’s poison salmonella
Auntie’s name is Stella, style as def/deaf as Helen Keller
Nail a flammer with the Hammer for comin incorrect
not with his grammar or bad mamma jama similar, to Bruce Banner
So don’t get me angry, or maybe you won’t like me
Kid just in the nick I kick more ass than Bruce Lee’s Nike’s did

Just in the nick I kick on the geek stick, flick a Bic
Dick a chick, Slick-er than Rick around the clock I tock to the
tic tac toe, rip up my rhyme my mic’s my lasso
Shit, I got rhymes comin out my asshole
I’m in a pole position sole position you’re in no position
to be dissin it’s a, Rainbow Coalition
I’m kissin ass, goodbye, rockaby, here’s your lullaby
like Georgie Puddin Pie but baby baby don’t, cry
Feed em I heat em and eat em if I don’t need em then I leave em
as leftovers, packin the weak MC’s into ?septober?
Til I was older, I couldn’t hold a rhyme folder
Now I dare ya to try and knock this mic off my shoulder
If I’m sober I won’t hold a skunk, but when I’m drunk
I might let her bunk in my bed, heads be sayin I’m a hunk
Like a duck I’m slammin ham MC’s MC’s I’m servin
Makin the people jump like my man… Julius Erving!!!
Those deserving props are gonna get theirs
Grip, there’s something on your lip, oh that’s my dick hairs
I’m the biggedy biggedy Bear ya scrub Cub with a demo tape
Tryin to catch me catch your breath before you hyperventilate
for air you’re gaspin, your best bet is to take an aspirin
I bash it, crash it now you know so stop askin
Cause when you ask you make an ass of you and only you, see
Just in the nick I kick the funky shit
that’s why they call me Bootsy

Album : Can I Borrow a Dollar?

Maintaining

Intro:
Gotta watch out for them critters

I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live huh (x4)

Verse 1:
I was born in Chicago raised on Planet Rock talking zsa zsa zsa zsa,
Catch knock my tape like beats (uh), I’m fresh as fruits,
You pussy MC, it’s you I rebuke, repent
You burn up you got me bit, I’m coming as ebit
Got on big hoes at Freaknit, frequently your telling me
Won and worn your rockets, so, he ain’t put no scratch in my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in Colors
Cause I want y’all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin’ to the rear
But I can’t get us all in free (what?) it’s just another case of that 2
dollar MC
I rock the same clothes 3 days straight to you they wrinkled but to my they
straight
Now I’m straight are you straight? I’m straight as long as I got beer
I thought about it jack, and now I’m out of here

Hook:
"Maintain the rock"
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh "Don’t stop
the rock" (X4)

Verse 2:
I need me some new socks, I need me some new drawers
I draws attention, like a letter to a sargent
Theres A Few Good MC’s the wack I’m giving code red
Slim say I got nobody but when they see me at the party they be like
"Go head, go head", cause I gots the cuts like Bobby, rappers are dickheads
Choppin’ they demo, I do it like Big Red
My office hours are from 9 to 5, while you avoid the party I make it live
The fellas nod and the chicks dance
While I’m coolin’ in my jumpers and my big pants
I’m as dope as PCP, MC’s see me and start having flashbacks
I don’t flash scratch, I gotta watch my back
Now a days blacks don’t know how to act, besides Larry Fishburn
Charles Jug and Wesly Snipes, marks wanna test me because I test the mics
I check ‘em like sound, and like loose I’m down
Plus I done got better since Soul By the Pound, I maintain

Hook (X4)

Verse 3:
I fall fresh apon the spirit, with the lyric that’s overwhelming
And house more hoes then Spellman, worse unwelcome like James Johnston
My brains sponcering speech on the mic, I’m like a Jackson
Rappers I’m fondaling, they try to settle out of court
But I, could never be bought, what type of rebel eats pork?
I’ll take the cat and never get caught, you wack together we fought
Cause I can’t see my melons boxing if he’s not boxin’ with ‘em
I don’t care who started it, I’m gonna be apart of it
Regardless of the odds of how hard
It’s been many times we was outnumbered and we still got with them
I got rhythm from some boogers and some foxes
But if I becomes a 10 then some brothers all some gin
And I got juice, and this niggas scared
I’ll F your head up, like the L.A. 4, when I flow for cash I got for broke
like Mel for Moore
Why should a male with a B8 get more then me?
When Rashid got an MC degree, and a doctorine in rockin’ shit I go to docs
to get
A fishwish with cheese, I don’t mix with MCs, cause I just don’t like the
mother____
But I’m still maintaining

Hook

Album : Resurrection

Making a Name For Ourselves

Canibus:
Yeah, yeah
Me and my man Com Sense
Rallyin troops like Joseph Stalin
Where you at yo?

Common:
I’m bout to make the name Com Sense a name you fear
Y’all niggaz is scared, I’m your worst nightmare squared

Canibus:
And I’ma make the name Canibus a name you fear
Y’all niggaz is scared, I’m your worst nightmare squared

Canibus and Common:
That’s double for niggaz who ain’t mathematically aware
(Rakim from "My Melody"(To catch another sucka duck MC out there)

Common:
I can tell by how you write, you the type to run in a fight
I hold mics while you hold spite
Like a broken hearted bitch
Don’t give no fuck who yo team or who you startin with
Cameoed or charted with, I house niggaz like apartments with
Mic mechanisms, I dissect a rhythm
Move crowds with kinetic wisdom
It’s like a Malcolm X-orcisim, fuck the rhythm, I hit him
I want him got not get him, auction his wack ass off, then bid him

Canibus:
I’m creatin the ultimate verses with perfect lines
Puttin together them whether my rhyme one threat at a time
So you niggaz need to stop testin me
Cuz you know you can’t "F" with me
Steppin to me with insuperior weaponry
Exposin yourself to the verbal radiations
Sayin you can defeat me is nothin but speculation
Lyrics unravel, faster than bullets travel through barrels
Niggaz be diggin my styles like fossils and pterodactyls
Who wanna battle?
I’m bad to the bone marrow
The Earth got one sun but I walk with three shadows
With Allah, my supernatural bodyguard
Niggaz couldn’t touch me if they gave me a massage
MCs will compete with lyrics and beats get crushed
I’ll hit you in your chest so hard, your shoulders will touch
What!

(scratching)
Common, steppin to me is like going to the county being a neutron
Common, I ain’t scared of no nigga

Common:
I persue sound fairs, relaxed like Dru Down’s hair
Other nigga’s rhymes are like gang signs, I throw down theirs
On knots, I landed, players get played like Hamlet
Supposedly nice, taken for granted like life
I write twice and drop singles in record pools
Niggaz I’m dunkin like when cops mingle
Fuck hip hop jingles, rhymin big words and not sayin shit
The click that you came in with accent your flavor wit
Like moose, I go to the caves and get niggaz off all fours
I’m the shit that’s uncalled for, the shit that you fall for
Far more advanced than a rapper who’s career
You could only take a glance, couldn’t make the transition
>From B-boy to C-note stance
I stand in a circumference, the humbleness
But in the Chi, bumbleless
Was thinkin as a weakness were poetrys in motion
Like a bitch, I’m the main feature
Amongst hard working teachers and corrupt preachers
I make my living off of singles like Latifah
In between sheets like reefer with blunted senses
You couldn’t make a statement if you was from a sentence
I’m cold with numb intentions

(scratching)Fuck with Canibus(x4)

Canibus:
Yo, the Canibus is an animal with a mechanical mandible
Comin to damage you, spittin understandable slang at you
I be the all seeing lyrical, hammerhead sharp peripheral
With 360 degree visual
When the signal was given, MCs get biten with venom
>From a poisonous algorithm liable to kill ‘em
My style will get in ‘em, way up in ‘em
My face don’t belong in The Source
It belongs on the shroud of turan, for certain
I grab mics and murder shit
It’s wickeder than Satan worshippers going to Catholic church services
You heard of this
The lyrical verbalist, trash herbalist
The wrath of my cold-blooded verses is merciless
Rap snap, get your ass cracked like bear traps
Contaminate your air sacs like tear gas
And I swear black, try to battle me, you won’t last
I’ll turn your ass into the artist formerly known as, you gay ass fag
I’ll blow you to ashes with tactics
Strip you naked, then make you hug a cactus, you bastard
So phat to be a rap star, takin pictures at music seminars
People know who you are
Now I got mad shorties that wanna call me
Because they saw me, up in The Source chillin on page 40
Put this in your CD-ROM
www dot Canibus dot com
You can find me on the internet talkin to chicks
That was sweatin me off the Music Makes Me High remix
I be talkin mad trash tryin to get ‘em to laugh
See, if I click and drag long enough, I’ll get the ass
Bring it bag to the lab on Mount Prospect Ave.
Let your chicken suck me off and send her home in a cab
You know how we do, liquid aluminum like the T2
Beast from the East part 2, comin to see you

Common:
It’s time I made the name Com Sense a name y’all fear
Y’all niggaz is scared, I’m your worst nightmare squared

Canibus:
Now that I made the name Canibus a name you fear
You still scared, I’m your worst nightmare squared

Common and Canibus:
That’s double for niggaz who ain’t mathematically aware
(To catch another sucka duck MC out there)

Common:
Since I made the name Com Sense a name y’all fear
Y’all niggaz is scared, I’m your worst nightmare squared

Canibus:
And since I made the name Canibus a name you fear
You stay scared, I’m still your worst nightmare squared

Common and Canibus:
That’s double for niggaz who ain’t mathematically aware
(To catch another sucka duck MC out there)

Album : One Day It’ll All Make sense

My City

This the city of Chicago
The state of confusion
The style I’m using is free
Or at least it would be if my mind was
Peep I’m behind cause
I didn’t handle my function while in high school
Although I was cool
The hood I live in ain’t that proper
Cause a cop a stop ya
And have you at a hundred and eleventh before you can say not guilty
I’m not filthy
Nor am I rich
Ain’t that a bitch
Like life is
Not your wife is
See that your better halve
Do your math
And peep that two halves make a whole
And all I have to hold
Is my self pride
So these streets I strive
Like a Black Panther
Asking can the
situation get much worst
All I do is try to appeal to the masses
As the phrase keep it real passes
The teeth of too many phoney individuals
Snakes, that smooth like criminals
They create chemicals
That the Earth hate
Doing their damndest to decrease my birth rate
I’d settle for lesser knowing I’m worth wait
Or at least my weight in precious gems
So I’m steadily steadly steadly
Trying to lose my religion, like R E M
Created in His own image so are we him?
And through all this crises
Shid(Shit) I wonder where Christ is
Well he damn sure not in K town or the wild hundreds
Where they broadcast G.D. till the world blow-up
And Stone run it
Hunted by police for display in state vile cages
Come out to make minimum wages
And with a desiese that are contagious
It is fucking outrages
The amounts of Black and Brown they lock up
But the Most High encourages me to put the glock up
And Stock up on do for self knowledge
A brother couldn’t afford to go to collage
So I had to learn form the school of hard knock
On the hard blocks of the Chi
Even I, think about moving out to River Oaks
As my liver soaks
In mad Hennesy
Cause I got a bad tendency
To do a lot of drinking
Now I do a lot of thinking
Blinking, was your third eye
When you heard I
was one of the chosen one
Industry doors keep closing
(sing) Watch the closing doors
Niggas want a record deal
But can they deal with a record?
Cause once they get rich
They tend to switch
Like a sissy
Please miss me
With all that bullshit you popping
This knowledge I’m gonna keep dropping
Even if you had one of them red octagon
Motherfuckers say Mylik how you make your living?
I say by breathing oxygen

Album : One Day It’ll All Make sense

My City

This the city of Chicago
The state of confusion
The style I’m using is free
Or at least it would be if my mind was
Peep I’m behind cause
I didn’t handle my function while in high school
Although I was cool
The hood I live in ain’t that proper
Cause a cop a stop ya
And have you at a hundred and eleventh before you can say not guilty
I’m not filthy
Nor am I rich
Ain’t that a bitch
Like life is
Not your wife is
See that your better halve
Do your math
And peep that two halves make a whole
And all I have to hold
Is my self pride
So these streets I strive
Like a Black Panther
Asking can the
situation get much worst
All I do is try to appeal to the masses
As the phrase keep it real passes
The teeth of too many phoney individuals
Snakes, that smooth like criminals
They create chemicals
That the Earth hate
Doing their damndest to decrease my birth rate
I’d settle for lesser knowing I’m worth wait
Or at least my weight in precious gems
So I’m steadily steadly steadly
Trying to lose my religion, like R E M
Created in His own image so are we him?
And through all this crises
Shid(Shit) I wonder where Christ is
Well he damn sure not in K town or the wild hundreds
Where they broadcast G.D. till the world blow-up
And Stone run it
Hunted by police for display in state vile cages
Come out to make minimum wages
And with a desiese that are contagious
It is fucking outrages
The amounts of Black and Brown they lock up
But the Most High encourages me to put the glock up
And Stock up on do for self knowledge
A brother couldn’t afford to go to collage
So I had to learn form the school of hard knock
On the hard blocks of the Chi
Even I, think about moving out to River Oaks
As my liver soaks
In mad Hennesy
Cause I got a bad tendency
To do a lot of drinking
Now I do a lot of thinking
Blinking, was your third eye
When you heard I
was one of the chosen one
Industry doors keep closing
(sing) Watch the closing doors
Niggas want a record deal
But can they deal with a record?
Cause once they get rich
They tend to switch
Like a sissy
Please miss me
With all that bullshit you popping
This knowledge I’m gonna keep dropping
Even if you had one of them red octagon
Motherfuckers say Mylik how you make your living?
I say by breathing oxygen

Album : One Day It’ll All Make sense

Nag Champa (Afrodisiac for the World)

[Common]
Yeah baby boy
In the place (for you and yours) to be
Da uh da uh, we got the uh ya’ll
We bout to rock ya’ll, we got the uh baby…
Yo yo yo check it
Excite-ting, enlight-ning, invite-ting
I’m writin shit that I feel
Raps are Black Steel In the Hour of commotion, the motion of Com
Is like that of a ocean, devotion cuz I’m
The Earth, Wind, and Fire of hip hop
By Rakim and Short I been inspired
My shit knocks environ—ments
of cats wit seventeen’s tint, time is money
The mind is funny, how it’s spent on gettin it
It’s sittin wit descendants of Abraham
Who say the jam is "Money, Cash, Hoes"
I went from bashful to asshole to international
Lover-self, word to the mother on my last record cover it’s felt
Now deal wit it

Chorus: Bilal

I wanna get into it
Let’s do this
I wanna see you move it
So move it
So let’s just get into it
Let’s do this
Can you feel the music?
The music oh ah, can you feel the music, the music

[Common]
Yo check it yo
In this never-ending battle to please
Niggas, magazine writers, MC’s
Who request hot shit, I freeze
And tell em where I was rose, we always said cold
Hold your Horses and ya Carriages, this never-went-gold nigga
Rocks shows care-less
You not gon’ respect self, at least respect the heritage
Affect the lives, the spread of wealth and the merit is
I realize what I portray day to day, I gotta carry this
And beats, rhymes and life is where the marriage is
Had Dreams of Fuckin R&B broads, it came true
Journalist I wreck, shared the same view
Picked up a fallen angel on the path that I MC
Familiar voice, come to find out the angel was me
Some say "You changin, Rashid"
Times are, we still close
I rhyme far, away away away
From what you accustomed to hearin everyday, uh-ah
You know the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, homies dyin
I’m amongst it, save the war stories for Private Ryan, INI

Chorus

[Common]
Yo check it yo
Women cry, children laugh, men dance
I refuse to lose self and try to win fans over
Weight on my shoulder fluctuates like Oprah’s
My refrigerator poetry’s magnetic like ultra
You couldn’t hang if you was a poster
Posin like a bitch for exposure
It’s rumors of gay MC’s, just don’t come around me wit it
You still rockin hickies, don’t let me find out he did it
Got My Eyes on the Tiger, Eyes on the Prize
Eyes on the thighs of Mary J. Blige, imagin on how good the cat must be
Stop eatin meat, lost weight, but I still rap husky
My verse depth is that of a baby’s first step
Or the old lady who died and the nurse wept
I flow like cursive writing, invitin you and yours to my openess
Shows allow me to cop Range/range like a vocalist
But man does not live on bread alone
What good is a Range/range when it’s time to head home?

Chorus 2x

[Common] *during chorus on the second time*
We be that, we be that
Afrodisiac, disiac
We be that, we be that
Afrodisiac, disiac
We be that, we be that
Afrodisiac, disiac
We be that, we be that
Afrodisiac, disiac
We be that, we be that
Afrodisiac, disiac
We be that, we be that
Afrodisiac, disiac yeah

Album : Like Water For Chocolate

Nuthin’ To Do

Intro:
Check it on the one, you Com is gonna come (X3)
And check it out, ha.

Verse 1:
My raps do laps around tracks to the days
The idiot vibin’, I’m the comma comma Chamelion
I use to pop the willy on my blue and gray sting ray
It had maxed, I was with bitches that had coochie
Bassum wasn’t rollin’ Starters, looking harder than niggas
Hoes wore clothes, that exposed their figures
Ain’t 7 steps in the jam, next the police come
Heist there would be one, numbers I would get at least one
We come to the get together with whatever
You wouldn’t know how deep it was, we all did shit together
Eat up all your vittles, drink your brew and then step to
The next cue, let’s do it again y’all
That was when mad was tall and phat was cold
The days of Old Chicage and Fun Town and shorties we run round
Play strike outs till sun down, but the shit ain’t as fun now
And the city is all run down, we troop down to Jew Town
Talking cat down on some gear, have enough for a Polish incom fair
I stare, at what use to be Bubbles and think about who use to cop our liquior
(Who?) Our neighborhood father figure

Hook:
I’m out with my crew, ain’t nuthin’ to do but ah,
"Niggas be rollin’" - Ol’ Dirty Bastard from Protect Ya Neck
Ain’t nowhere to go, so I hook up with a hoe while I
"Niggas be rollin’"
Gotta make a stop take a leak and get some chops cause um
"Niggas be rollin’"
We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats cause um
"Niggas be rollin’"

Verse 2:
I got more rhymes then the Manor got folks had style
Since I went to McDowl, wearin’ boats
And penny loafers know I had the nickel in mines
We use to hoop in my yard but now I dribble the rhyme
It’s like rain drops couldn’t make our game stop
Skeeter will hit from the SAME spot
Torla tore my shit down, get down, put your body in motion
Only the strong survive, but on the 6 or the 5
Live as hot as sex use to be at the Racket
Wrong club with music by Andre Hatchet
Or either Beat Box Ferris at them country club parties
Would be hot as hell and house stud would get "Find a body!"
Sawyers I would go there, hip hop clubs were so rare
I like the music anyways and it was always hoes there
Was said to have the best chicks but mostly High Park and V hoes
Is who I mess with, the best shit was troopin’ to the loop
With your posisions held class crooked ass but still go the division
(I remember that) Over Yamela’s crib while his old girl was at work
Bust a smoothie on the spread, but sill have some on your shirt

Hook

Verse 3:
I tuned into BMX and taped Farly on the tonemaster
I took the 6 instead of the 28 to get home faster
Then HBK was the only station that would fuck with rap
You was on the shore by yourself castin’ stay up your act
What you could make of it, you was a gump they was takin’ shit
Either fight or break for it, we go to the lake and get full
My drink there was Boons and Red Bull
I remember swimming in Avenlon, and being in a pool
I thought I was cool, with my "members only" and a bold fade
Wall to wall greens to get the sport gray and palmade
And soft breasts, as we got older we would star crush and bang fags
Go to Marshals and change tags, I snagged nuff niggas
And games are off the wall, in softball, Piggy one I would call
When I first got my three way