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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 callin’, I caught Marsh tryin’ to lie
Home of the original gangbangers, and ain’t nobody shot

Hook

Album : Resurrection

Orange Pineapple Juice

Hand me a little bit of umm, orange pineapple juice
I’ma sip on it, check it out

I got a rhyme, you got a rhyme
But my rhyme is better than yours
(repeat 2X)

U-A-C, they get they P’s and
No I.D., be gettin his P’s and
The Late Show, they get they P’s and
ProfessaNots, they get they P’s and

Peep the maneuver, how bout the Heim-lich
I rhyme sick and you can get the duck, coon
I’m the shit, you’re shit out of luck, tough
I’m the act to follow, housing kids like Ronald
Mac like Donald Goines, flows I change like coins
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng, choyoyoyoyyyyyng
I draw a crowd like blood with the ‘pint of’ technique
and everybody there be like, "YEAH!"
Cause cain’t near a nig dat’ll say ‘Whoomp, There It Is’
I’m like a mom on section 8, over-bearing kids
shit they be like, "Com-mon!" That’s my muhfucka true
Youse a hamburger, I’ma Fudrucker
askin me to lettuce ketchup, knowin you can’t cut the mustard
So where’s the beef, jerky?
I’m as Worthy as James, not that good with names
but I do remember your face from someplace this is one taste
of Chicago, we got mo’ many mo’ many mo’ many mo’ flavors
Don’t just come to me, go ask thy neighbor-I’m-a-hood takin niggaz under
on the tundra, cause "they’re plain, they’re plain" (Fantasy Island)
I’m on a plateau that is fat so
It’s just a fan-tasy, for the fans to see
how I land, I’m grand like a finale
I’m goin back to Cali (why?) cause Cali got bitches check it
Aiyyo Dart this is a sickness

Dee-da-da-da-doo-doo, dee-da-da, ah-eh-da-da
Dee-da-da-da-DOO-doo, dee-da-da, dee-da-da
South Side, rock on and
The West Side, we gotta rock on and
Hey yo Chicago, we gotta rock on and
The East coast, you gotta rock on and
The West coast, you gotta rock on and
ah down South, you gotta rock on and
Check it… "Now you can go!"

Mister Pussy Emcee, just get on gone
Get on gone, you pussy MC!
Steppin to me, with them dirty feets you’ll get defeated
like Kunta Kinte, I’m kin to the Lynn crew
My great, great, grandpap done been through
so much it’s in my hemoglobin to be a ill nigga
So I figure like a father… that I’ma Turn This Mutha Out
But Common you ain’t hittin in New York
I don’t know what you thought hops, but chief I got tall props
Some cats think I’m six feet I’m so deep
Some stunts be thinkin I’m six-fo’, my shit be hittin like switches
Bitches, ask, why my, britches, sag
I ask the bitches, "Why your titties saggin?"
Put your nipple to the bottle I bust rhymes like breastses
I can get down, d-d-d-down like pessimist
"Ring the Alarm", I got Charm like a neck-a-lace
Tell the truth, tell the truth, y’all had to move your neck to this
Didn’t you, didn’t you… and it, and it, and it
and it don’t stop, bust it

"Gotta crew ya better tell em" –> Keith Murray

Album : Resurrection

Payback is a Grandmother

[Common]
Yo.. I don’t know what was on y’all niggaz birds(?)
to go up to the boat - and start robbin old folks
Now see you done messed with the wrong old lady
You done went wild; yo, check it..

There was a Hardy Boy mystery I tried to solve again
Dude that broke in my crib - it wasn’t involvin him
Four in the mornin, my phone ringin
I’m thinkin, "Who da fuck is this," on the other line screamin
Told em, "Keep(?) down," but they was breathin hard
It was my grandmother tellin me that she had been robbed
I told her hold (hold) tight (tight), I’d be right over
Freezin but this situation made the night colder
Knew this was the night (that what?) that she played poker
with some friends in a club at the boat gettin bub’
Said she seen these thugs on the boat for a while (uhh)
Not gamblin but every now and then they’d smile
Then BLAOW! They had(?) Mag’s
and told everybody, "Put your shit in the bag"
Made people strip naked, quicker than a Luke record (what?)
Had the place took in a minute and some seconds
Asked her how many of it was em? (How many of it was em?)
Said she couldn’t remember
She was spooked and buzzin, couldn’t describe em
cause it happened too fast (what?) said they looked like me
with they pants hangin off they ass
Got her some water - and begin to think
How these niggaz take her wig, her bracelet and her mink?
Somebody round the crib know the deal (uhh)
Whoever did it better have Blue Shield for real
cause yo, it’s the big payback..

{*cuts n scratches*, Com ad-libs}

[Common]
Later that day I went to the ’shop, to see what was up
Them niggaz probably knew somethin plus I needed a cut
Walked in they was playin Jigga (jihh-gga..)
Discussin how Da Brat titties done got bigger
These niggaz next to me, was talkin bout the heist
Whoever did it even got Jordan for his ice
Said that it was done so precise the cops ain’t know nut-nin
Had to use all my might not to ask no questions
Put down the magazine, went to the pop machine
Noticin these cats, had the Bling Bling
They wouldn’t be talkin if they did it; it could be they team
A week ago neither one of these niggaz had a ring
This Hype(?) came in, sellin CD’s; said the BD’s
was braggin bout robbery they had done
By now, I’m thinkin bout my gun if I see gramps bracelet
I’ma play racist (and what?) and make niggaz run
It’s the big payback..

{*cuts n scratches*, Com ad-libs}

[Common]
My imagination roamed as I got in the chair
Thinkin - when shit went down, I was I was there
Fuckin with fam’ - who you are, I don’t care
Have your guys pourin liquor witch’ya name in they swear
These chicks claim they was there, knew the niggaz who done it
Said it was Smoke and them from the Wild 100’s
Eight million stories got me runnin in place, it’s gettin tricky
(like who?) like dude, that do drum’n'bass
There was a air in the place, that made me suspicious
Normally, they’d be talkin like bitches
My barber cut me with a quickness (what?)
Asked him where he got the new bracelet;
he said it was his sister’s - I knew then
What made it official, he gave me my change
The money clip had gramp’s initials (c’mon)
As I, whooped his ass up, six niggaz masked up
Pulled up in a Cadillac truck {*gunfire*}

[police scanner]
.. three-alarm fire ?? and a possible homicide
The building is entitled "The Ultimate Barbershop"
There are six unidentified bodies in the building
They are all presumed dead
I repeat they are all presumed dead
However there are no suspects
I repeat the subjects are at large
we might need some backup..
Inform O’Malley that we need backup, over..
The skit definitely needs more ?? added to it
plus a new writer for the script, thank you..
Someone get Prince Paul on the phone please..

Album : Like Water For Chocolate

Pitchin’ Pennies

Hey C.S. man, umm
Yeah since you don’t wanna gimme a dollar for no beer umm
why don’t you gimme a lyrical shoutout on your album junior?
C’mon man, gimme somethin man!
Common! Ah-heh!

Let’s Make a Deal, pickle I’m pitchin penny dimes and nickles
You couldn’t sell a sticker, on the tape your DJ tickles
I jiggle and juggle the rhymes like, I was to keep you suckers all waiting
My tub I rub-a-dub it with my rubber duck I play
with those quack MC’s, someone’s been sittin in my chair
And I’ma wash that crank right outta my hair
Shampoo but, I’m down with the Nubian Nut, Joe and go for self
You’re buggin buddy doin somebody nosin don’t know yourself
Peace to Sef and Jeff, Tae ?Deesy Dirty and Don Tanean?
Haste makes waste, so with the case is how my day begins
Hot in quarter vader shops the sports day market pelo
I’m think of my pap, the doctor slapped me in the hostpial with a G-O
Word is bond when I was born, and I took a breath
I never rhyme with busted rhymes and even the blind knew I was def
Respect to Chico ?Waller Al Kadee Roscoe Kalidjusome?
Poo-da, Ba Ba, Luther, the Baby B-Boyz always into some
Time for get me drunk, ?Stu and more my cousin adulay?
Fuck the bitches who dissed us and the hoes who wouldn’t give Rash’ a play
I’ma play, and which way, until I get my new props
Peace to Ricki Love the rockin shot to all the beer spots
The marks we used to stick up, the posse gets much thicker
To those who I forgot yo I’ma blame it on the liquor
That’s my nigga list, to those who I missed
my ass you can kiss I gotta piss

Album : Can I Borrow a Dollar?

Pop’s Rap III

[Pops]
Hey, hey old bean
And you to baby sweetness
Yeah, this is Pops, and I’m back in the studio
And I didn’t have to break in this time
I’m back as a special guest by special request
And I want to thank my son for loaning me this microphone once again
They may have to wrassle to get it back
You know, as a result of my son Common touring the world
Pops has acquired a wonderful extended family
From around the globe
he has returned with positive messages to my earlobes
From all my children From Mexico, Brazil, Italy, Japan
And of course in the motherland
Even in the orient, they know what I meant
Nanaan, tanaan, tinaan, hanchinaan
So I didn’t come in here to give any shouts out
I came to give praise and honor and to identify my children
Who’ve been saying and doing the right things
You know they sat on those nines of 1999
and kept them from turning upside down
And teaching the babies
to love, to be able to give love
And to enter the new century with their own prophecy
The century of amends
You see I deal with the premise that all children are ours
And that we all travel the same path
It’s just that we don’t get there at the same time
(See you next lifetime) See you next lifetime
And to my children running around here
talking about how nice is they ice
that they’ve already paid for twice
What karat is they gold
that was yours before you were done in the hole
Or that crew from 1629, buy some land
Think agriculture; beat that neighborhood
which you claim you love so dear
Are you mankind or what kind of a man?
See, Pops is straight out of the garden
from when the world was starting brand new,
Hip Hop, Hip Hop, the language of the underground railroad
In it’s purest form
Yeah true hip hop is just like the Underground Railroad
If the message is not for you
It can sit on your nose and your brain remain froze
So when you see me traveling on a spiritual high
I’m flying high with Cee-Lo
Or maybe watching my long’s heart dancing to a De La flow
Everybody knows there’s no fruit on the tree with The Roots
And Black Star said we are what we are
The Knowledge Of Self Determination
And my little homie KG
Up there in Minnesota milking 10000 lakes
Keep the heat on em’, we got to be kind to the growing mind
So if your heart is real
You will hear Big Will and Ms. Lauryn Hill
If your love is true, you will hear Badu-ism
And you can’t go right until you go left
and get some ingredients from the music chef Jazzy Jeff
Children, I’ve traveled this globe
north to south, east to west
And whenever my soul appears lost
I turn to the musical stylings of a Tribe Called Quest
Okay, we ready to get out of here
We ready to take it home now
Just so everybody knows
When Pops get ready to say something good
I mean when it’s time for me to lay it on the wood
And it ain’t no time for no shecky shecky
That’s when I turn to a Black Girl Named Betty
Y’all looking for the only truth and it doesn’t even exist
I just come to give love and peace and honor to all my children

Album : Like Water For Chocolate

Puppy Chow

This is a U-A rhyme, dedicate to the ca-nine
Tch-a-ch-tchk, c’mere boy, I said it’s play-time
It’s time to play with the mind of a slimmie
I don’t wanna be a freak, but it’s the dog in me
I don’t pretend to be the open door roses type
I open the door for myself, and I close it right
in your face, now you wanna taste my food, what?
You got your own food, get a attitude
You get left, call the ref if you think it’s foul
I ain’t tryin to hear that, so have a Coke and a smile
Cause after awhile, I’ma wanna get BUCKwild
And now months laters, I’ma say it ain’t my child
I’m sterile girl, we ain’t never did nothin
Cause only you and I know that the Common Sense is bluffin
Little Miss Muffett, that’s how the ball bounces
Sorry you gotta bounce the ball eight pounds and two ounces
That’s how I’m livin, just like a rottweiler
When I was a shorty, I was a lot wilder
But then I got milder, and settled down with a harem
and when I can’t bear em, I share em
You see it’s like no, pass it off, pass pass the puss
I ain’t a nerd, but WE’VE GOT BUSH
So cut the bush brat, and let’s move it like a U-Haul
Forget the grindin shit, I ain’t tryin to get the blueball
Brrrrrrrrap bump me child, I’m speakin upon the nitty gritty
I’m a dog — HERE KITTY KITTY

..

Zippidy-doo-dah, a zippidy-zippidy-day
Unzip your zipper baby, and come my way
I’m Jack the Ripper, na-nah not Jack Tripper
Cause Three is not Company when your other two friends are thicker
So come one friend, come two friend, come all
United we stand, divide your legs so I can fall
in your bowl of cherries, Kerrie is so very
thick thicker than the Dick Tom and Harry
Tom and Jerry (WHAT?) A Woody Woodpecker
You need body work, I work that body, I’m a bodywrecker
Intersector, I’m the nectar plus the plum
I manage to take advantage, cause some of these hoes are so dumb
If you got some, just an eensy BIT of game
then it’s safe to say it’s that bet you can get a dame
I shoot, aim the same game, yo obedientally
Tell em that I get the drawers come off immediately
Here comes a nut slut, and we can do the Beat Street strut
and be that I’m a mutt — so what?
No but if’s or maybe baby, look who’s talkin to
It’s true when I’m drunk I might bone anything that’s walkin
down the street, watchin ladies
Nobody’s watchin you, because you got a baby
I ain’t tryin to be a stepfather so I don’t bother
Word to mommy dearest, I look farther
Down the road, to a road not taken
I’m tired of all these same bitches, I need to take care
a new flower, so Joe can take a shower
and get wet, and then jet
like ahhhh, seven-forty-seven
I tell the girls my number 7-7-7-ninety-three-eleven
Then I’m steppin, so when they call me, you’ll hear
"Is Common there?" Uh-uh, sorry
you got the wrong number, if you wonder I’m the lumberjack
Choppin down the cherry tree and never comin back
It’s like that and it’ll be like that
Because a dog is a woman’s best friend black

Album : Can I Borrow a Dollar?

Real Nigga Quotes

One two, one two, one two
Yo, I be the Big Illinois, here to build and destroy
I come on your deck, on your set
On your strip, through your burrough
Rippin any muthafucka that steps towards me
Yeah, I got power like floors be
Yo, check it out y’all

[Common]
Real nigga quotes I tote, got some shit on the free but
This some shit that I wrote, legendary like The Goat
Who got game? Giving a quarter rest while I make these quarter notes
My album, niggaz was expectin, now my water broke
Before it, I was sorta broke
Get the paper for the funnies, sports and the horoscope
On a curry goat, like flu stokes order coke
You sharp with your rings and chain but you short a rope
At the end of the road trip still, I’ma hold shit down like syndrome
Rappers are like Fox Brown tryin to get home
Rarely get your touchdown, I’m in the end zone
You can’t honor what I’m on, then bitch nigga, get gone
>From the wind storm, I’ve been told the street folklore
Body language spoke raw, don’t talk to broads that are spoke for
That provokes war, stand out like cold sores
You claim that you hard but you wholecore
George Bush and CIA, you movin old or
I Wright like Richard for publishing while you sold yours

[Chorus: Dug Infinite]
Com got rhymes, Dug make beats
Style complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet
(on the real)You know the shit be real(x5)
(down on the real to real)

[Common]
Chicka-chicka-M-chicka-C-chicka-M and my
People call me Com and collective with prospective
I draw crowds, go off like car alarm sounds
Bomb like ‘Nam sounds, tell yo bitch to calm down
Unless you want to get me skull askin me to take my hat off
On ill raps, I spit as if I had a bad cough
This Craig nigga stole a style and ain’t take the tag off
Playin yourself, you can’t come with it, so you jack off
More heart than an artery, jones in my bones
To see thugs in harmony, it’s gonna be some drama
If you try to sit Com down, this ain’t comedy
Shit is real like a station property, crew is formin colonies
Commonly, I hear these rats thinkin they mahogany
On every rap hook, soundin like a dog to me
In a reservoir, I flow and go
On and on, like Erykah or etcetera
Designated not to make hits but hit home
Out of proportion, hit makers get blown
(scratching)(on the real)

[Chorus: Dug Infinite]

[Common]
R and B studs kill me with they hardcore ballads
Love songs is violent, them niggaz whole style is silent
I hate to Staple the singers together, but in my head
It’s been ringin forever…and a day if you grew up on Marvin Gaye
Where all you singers booty this and freak me baby, it gets me
MCs be insecure, like them little hoe niggaz I’mmature
Wearin bobs, if I got a show in your town, I’m there with mob
Bukein niggaz and pullin broads is the apparent job
(scratching)(on the real)

chorus(x2)
(don’t front)(echoed)

Album : One Day It’ll All Make sense

Reminding Me (of Sef)

[Common]
Yeah, yeah, what, yeah
Reminding me of Sef, what?
Fat fat thick booty, what?
You say jack that big booty, yo
He say OOH OH
I heard the boy he said OOH OH
The party people he said OOH OH
Uhh uh uh uhh yo yo yo
Check it, check it

Driftin on a memory, brought forth
from a fifth of Hennesey, as in times
of eighty-nine they envision me
Warm days and the cold beer chemistry
Eventually broken up by responsibilities and such
Sometimes this era mentally I reconstruct
High school I came out it
Cats with clout at graduation got they name shouted
Go to Great America, me and my lady rock the same outfit
My niggaz be fuckin girls that she hang out with
Round then Guy came out with, ‘Piece of My Love’
Arguin over if he said, "Dumb bitch"
Everyday the same old with rainbow, watchin the sun twist
Cool as a Mig Dry, that in the trunk shit
Afterparties in Wendy’s parkin lot, unfamiliar faces got marked a lot
Showin off for hoes in bricks and rows had us charged to box
That demo sorta stopped once A.C. got popped

Chorus: Chantay Savage

It’s remind-ing… mmm whooahhh yeahhh
It’s remind-ing… heyyeahhahh, uh-huh

[Common]
Check it
Before these minds got ahold to some drugs
and start thinkin they thugs
We’d be at the Bismarck, and the Racquetball club
Plugged with Gucci promotion so we got in free
Against the wall me and my guys formed a colony, Ron’ll be beatin
Saved my day, dancin on speakers
Flames snatched I was born this way
87th Street and Hyde Park was warrin
Over gossip, Kenwood bras was pourin
Suited in three-quarter Jordans, pro-models
and started coach out the back of Beauty Shop Sevalas
Buy the dope, put my name in they verse, EPMD
I would quote, stolen leathers I’d sell, like a child of broke
behind the beat, I took my first shot of Henny
It hit me in the chest like when them marks shot Benji
Shame on the girl that left her Fendi around crew
I’da go through it or, take it, we was bound to
Travellin like Vice Lords, down to the taste
Not wantin to bring my lady around crew cause they would snake
House parties was the lick, behind bars we’d come up
at em’ I did the Hooper dance with my thumbs up

Chorus

[Common]
There go the break
To get the break go, it go OOH OH
Yeah, it go OOH OH
You heard the people they go oh oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh
Yo, check it, check it

Nowadays niggaz is fake, like that party at McCormick Place
I don’t draw with em, cause they was born to trace
At times I contemplate movin to a warmer place
Then the Lake and skyline, give me a warm embrace
remindin me of the pointed parties Moe used to mace
Six deep in the Hyundai bumpin Twilight Tone tapes
Come home late callin broads hang up on they mother
If it wasn’t nowhere to scrap at then we would fight each other
Get a room at the Dunes havin bakeouts
We’d eat, at Giadonno’s and break out
Then everybody thought that they could spend
High rollers had the MCM blazer blend
Girbauds and Guess jeans we was takin in
Cranes and freight trains we was breakin in
Tim a be basin Mike down at I.I.T.
Rememberin numbers depended on how high I’d be
It’s a Deja-Brew, when I see bottles of Gill
My man Sef passed I feel hollow but still

Chorus

Album : One Day It’ll All Make sense

Resurrection

[Verse One]
I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
That be scatterin
Over the globe will my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen it’s Lon that’s babblin
Grammatics that are masculine
I grab them in, verbally badgerin broads
I wish that Madelline, was back on Video LP
I went against all odds and got a even steven
Proceed to read and not believin everything I’m readin
But my brain was bleedin, needin feedin, and exercise
I didn’t seek the best of buys, it’s a lie to textualize
I analyze where I rest my eyes
And chastise the best of guys with punchlines
I’m Nestle when it’s Crunch-time
For your mind like one time
If poetry was pussy I’d be sunshine
cause I deliver like the Sun-Times
Confined in once-mines on dumb rhymes I combine
I’m hype like I’m unsigned, my diet I unswine
Eatin beef sometimes I try to cut back on that shit
This rap shit is truly outta control
My style is too developed to be arrested
It’s the freestyle, so now it’s out on parole
They tried to hold my soul in a holding cell so I would sell
I bonded with a break and had enough to make bail
A misdemeanor fell on his knee for the jury
I asked No for his ID and the judge thought there was two of me
Motion for a recess to retest my fingerprints
They relinquished since, cause I was guilty in a sense

[Verse Two]
I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike when in dim light
I use insight to enlight devices hit the skin tight
Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe
I’maginations in flight
I send light, like Ben’s kite I’ve been bright
Get open like on gym nights
And in fights I send rights
Don’t hook with skins my friends like
I spend nights up in dykes
In spite I’ve been indicted as a freak of all trades
I got it made
I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
Come from a tribe of bums
Hooked on negro and mums
Had to halt with the, malt liquor
Cause off the malt liquor I fought niggaz
Now my speech and thought’s quicker
Cruisin Southside streets with no heat and no sticker
U Ak got my back and we don’t get no thicker
U Ak got my back and we don’t get no thicker
U Ak got my back and we don’t now check it
I’m a homeboy not a home nigga, ain’t scared of no nigga
But it’s my turn to go I gotta go
And I’m gone with the storm

Album : Resurrection

Retrospect for Life

Yo, we gotta start respectin life more y’all
You look at your brother man you gotta see yourself
Gotta see the God within him
Brothers gettin changed real quick over nothin
We losin too many of ours
Gotta recreate y’all
Yo, check it

Knowin you the best part of life, do I have the right to take yours
Cause I created you, irresponsibly
Subconciously knowin the act I was a part of
The start of somethin, I’m not ready to bring into the world
Had myself believin I was sterile
I look into mother’s stomach, wonder if you are a boy or a girl
Turnin this woman’s womb into a tomb
But she and I agree, a seed we don’t need
You would’ve been much more than a mouth to feed
But someone, I woulda fed this information I read
to someone, my life for you I woulda had to leave
Instead I lead you to death
I’m sorry for takin your first breath, first step, and first cry
But I wasn’t prepared mentally nor financially
Havin a child shouldn’t have to bring out the man in me
Plus I wanted you to be raised within a family
I don’t wanna, go through the drama of havin a baby’s momma
Weekend visits and buyin J’s ain’t gon’ make me a father
For a while bearing a child is somethin I never wanted to do
For me to live forever I can only do that through you
Nerve I got to talk about them niggaz with a gun
Must have really thought I was God to take the life of my son
I could have sacrificed goin out
To think my homies who did it I used to joke about, from now on
I’ma use self control instead of birth control
Cause $315 ain’t worth your soul
$315 ain’t worth your soul
$315 ain’t worth it

[Lauryn Hill (two layers of vocals, same words)]
I, never dreamed you’d leave, in summer
You said you would be here when it rained
[Common] Yo
Why didn’t you stay

Seeing you as a present and a gift in itself
You had our child in you, I probably never feel what you felt
But you dealt with it like the strong black woman you are
Through our trials and tribulations, child’s elimination
An intergration of thoughts I feel about the situation
Back and forth my feelings was pacin
Happy deep down but not joyed enough to have it
But even that’s a lie in less than two weeks, we was back at it
Is this unprotected love or safe to say it’s lust
Bustin, more than the sweat in somebody you trust
Or is it that we don’t trust each other enough
And believe, havin this child’ll make us have to stay together
Girl I want you in my life cause you have made it better
Thinkin we all in love cause we can spend a day together
We talkin spendin the rest of our lives
It’s too many black women that can say they mothers
but can’t say that they wives
I wouldn’t chose any other to mother my understanding
But I want our Parenthood to come from Planning
It’s so much in my life that’s undone
We gotta see eye to eye, about family, before we can become one
If you had decided to have it the situation I wouldn’t run from
But I’m walkin, findin myself in my God
So I can, discipline my son with my writin
Not have a judge tellin me how and when to raise my seed
Though his death was at our greed, with no one else to blame
I had a book of Afrikan names, case our minds changed
You say your period hasn’t came, and lately I’ve been sleepy
So quit smokin the weed and the beadies and let’s have this boy

[Lauryn Hill]
I, never dreamed you’d leave in summer
You said you would be here when it rained
You said you would be here when it rained
Ohh I, never dreamed you’d leave in summer
Now the situation’s made things change
Things change
Why, didn’t you stay
Why didn’t you stay…
I, never dreamed you’d leave, in summer
In summer
You said you would be here when, it rained
When it rained, it rained
Ohhhohh I, never dreamed, you’d leave in summer
You said you wouldn’t leave
Now the situation’s made things change
Things change, why didn’t you stay?
Stay, stay stay stay stay stay stay
Mmmmm, stayyy
Uh-uh
Ohh why didn’t you stay..

Album : One Day It’ll All Make sense

Soul By the Pound

"Gimme a pound, thank you man" –> Tim Dog
(repeat 2X, then 4X faster)

I’m as bad bad, as Leroy Brown Brown
Yo I’m a pro pro, but not a noun noun
If you got beef beef, then you’ll get ground ground
Cut up in soul soul, by the pound pound
I’m going downtown like Julie Brown, I’m the round mound
Not a rebound, but like a hound, I get down down
Never wore a leash but I get loose
Producin somethin fresher than fruits, got more soul than combat boots
Diggin two scoops of raisins for the troops out of some blazers
so amazin like Luther everyday Joe but not Bazooka
I used to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free flow
Me go with mi amigo, to see the Man named Chico
The legal alienaeno, I roll the instrumentals
Like Jack I be like Nimble never gentle to a bimbo
Not your sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the Care Bears
The way I freak funk OHHHH the Monkees sayin, "Hell yeah"
Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks wanna cuss
on how I walk talk and dress, they say my life’s a mess
But I’m straight, are you straight, if you straight, then I’m straight
Rock me tonight, just for old time’s sake

Back to our regularly scheduled program, program
I am so damn flam, I slam a slam, BAM, I slam
like Conan the Barbarian, if you talk loud, I’ll play librarian
Cause see I want it quiet in here…
I Mark a Markyiana a bunch of funky Uncle Thomases
Play like Christopher Williams cause I gotta keep my promises
to stick to my roots and not dilute cause G this ain’t two colors
I’m tired of seein these non rappin dancin motherfuckers

"Gimme a pound, thank you man" –> Tim Dog
(repeat 4X)

For a record sale a nigga’ll sell his soul to go gold
and reach a large scale, sellin for the pale male
and I can’t tell, why for a hoe you grow a tail
and stop drinkin ale, the booty probably smell
Ain’t no pussy worth a sale at least not for the kid to do a bid
Shit you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you slid
Got doodoo skids on my paper cause I got rhymes up the ass
If I pass gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed like a mustache
I must ask what’s goin on with rap, white kids actin black
It’s like McDonald’s sellin fatback
Get back to your Mac, that stuff is wack with all these dancetracks
I’m hearin rap from Antrhax, my time the Caravan cracks
You’re wack, that’s the only thing that’s black Scooter
When we was on the streets, you was at home on your computer
I’ma shoot a diss well like a fist to all these wack groups
Rhymes are wack as hell! And they sample wack loops
I’m wonderin how the hell they get a deal I still can’t see that far
I feel like Cypress Hill, I could just kill an A&R
or whoever’s in Charge, it surely ain’t Charles
but you ain’t G-in hip-hop, cause it’s ours

"Gimme a pound, thank you man" –> Tim Dog
(repeat 4X)

It’s sick you sick I’m sicker, I flick a flea flicker
Think of thatI boa constrictor but the venom I inflicta
is stricter, I stick I stick the stinkin to a stunk
If soda was a forty dog, then I would be like drunk
If if was a fifth I would lift the fifth and a spliff
it’s not a myth about our dick width, I’m swift and I shoot the presents
In essence count your blessings I got a Wessun if you riff
I’m a nigga with SOULLLLLLLLLL, my last name should be Smith-sonian
I’m gassin girls heads, just like petroleum
Get em ready to bone me and, then I play custodian
and turn off the lights this is the likes of a
ticketing wallowing high jumping radio rumping brother
Got Seoul like Korea gimme an inch I’ll take a liter
A chick is a chick that’s how I treat her
never go pop I’m not a two liter
A true leader, don’t choose to follow, choose what I swallow
whether water or a beer bottle, of course I play the lotto
Wear em? No, share em? A hoe
I like the girls the girls I share a life with a bro
cause U-A-C is family, much tighter than foundations
that holds up the walls, so you better proceed with caution

"Gimme a pound, thank you man"
"Gimme a pound" (4X)

Album : Can I Borrow a Dollar?

Stolen Moments Pt. I

Common:
Down da-down-da-down-down-down, what(x3)
Down-da-down, check it, check it

There was a Hardy boy mystery I was tryin to solve
Can’t understand who the fuck was involved
Back from a show I had came, hopped off the plane
In my mind home was pictured and rest was the frame
My God came and grabbed in something less than a Caddy
Go buy them gas and food was less than a cabby
As we approach my tilt, paranoia in my bones had built
By the lock on the door, a hole was drilled
I opened it to the kitchen floor my heart nailed
In my shit, somebody had broke in like a mitt
My mind started swingin and who I thought the glove fit
As usual, niggaz is suspects
Who did I tell I was going out of town
Not too many people, I guess the word got around
The people upstairs should have been disturbed by the sound
Must have came during the day when at work, they was found
At the mount I stand folded than tie
Askin who done it
Fuck Hitchcock, I got the fifth cocked
About to go wild hunted
Whoever did it had the nerve to chill and get blunted
And left a roach in the ash tray, I had cleaned out the last day
Before I left, this thief decided to play chef
With the beef in the fridge to cook chicken breast
I’m kickin what shit was left all around the house
Thinkin whoever came in on me is out

chorus
It’s a frantic situation
It’s a frantic situation, yes it is
(What can I do?)
It’s a frantic situation
It’s a frantic situation, hear me now
(What can I do?)
It’s a frantic situation
It’s a frantic situation, yes it is
(What can I do?)
It’s a frantic situation
It’s a frantic situation, hear me y’all
(What can I do?)

Album : One Day It’ll All Make sense

Stolen Moments Pt. II

Black Thought:
It’s a frantic situation(x7)

Common:
Extra salty cuz whoever beat me, got me for this 31-inch
And this Alpha Bailey jacket I had just bought me
Out of snappin, my God tried to talk me
But what could get me half way calm was this Donny Hathaway song
The tape that it was on I had wanted while I was gone
But forgot to pack it, in fact it was in that jacket
This demo, it’s time to track it and lay it down
Either it’s somebody I know or somebody I stay around
Day before I broke out, niggaz was over my crib gettin smoked out
No tellin who had the place scoped out
Donnie brought over some niggaz I didn’t know
I’m askin, who are you, they said I’m with the Mo
If it was them, soon I will collide with them
And they better not be rockin no new Iversons
Then it could have been this hype that usually shovel my snow
If I’m out of town or not, by my car, he would know
Now, it might have been this stripper I met at Pinkhouse party
Thick, but my furniture wasn’t worth her body
What if it was this nigga I let sleep in my crib
To have the set of keys but that I wasn’t tryin to believe
But I could have put it past him or those other bastards
It would be assed backwards for me to ask if they did it
Cuz whoever did ain’t gon admit it
The blunted dirty dishes is my only exhibit
Wondering if I should give it a rest and through the wind
It might surface
Cuz tellin Allah, Joe is worthless(uh)

chorus(x2): Black Thought
Hey sucka nigga, whoever you are(x3)
Wherever you are, whoever you are
Check it out

Album : One Day It’ll All Make sense

Stolen Moments Pt. III

Q-Tip:
Hey , hey, hey, hey,
Hey, who dat? Hey, who dat?
Hey, who dat? Check it, what
Hey sucka nigga, whoever you are(x2)
Hey sucka nigga, hey sucka nigga
Whoever you are, whoever you are

Common:
Fuck waitin under my skin, the situation is scrapin
Somewhat like the girl X-ratin
It’s hard to be patient with no VCR or PlayStation
Knowing your Rockports, somebody may be lacin
Make me wanna leave the city when I can’t take a vacation
Without somebody breakin in my demonstration
For some South side information, I search the Nigga-net
It certain things about this I ain’t figure yet
Dirt, the guy who stayed with me and had a set of keys
Because his job had been stopped smokin weed
Thursdays is off days, he usually watch his seed
For him to have done it, a babysitter and a car he would need
The stripper broad, my TV and couch, she couldn’t carry it
Unless some nigga helped and that’s who she’ll get buried with
She was vegeterian and she wouldn’t have cooked chicken
I confronted her with it, to her story, she was stickin
The plot thickens, as we drove in search of this hype
Who I ain’t know by name, but I knew by bike
Chances of him breakin in, chillin and eatin
Are about as slim as he is
Though I knew where he lived
In his house with three kids, one I was cool with
As we roll, I told the guy, turn on the music
Just as I thought I closed in on one suspect
The nigga who did it popped the tape in the deck

(Excerpt from a movie)
Just tell me why. Don’t lie to me man, just tell me why
It’s the money, alright?
Just tell me why
It’s the fuckin money, alright?
(fighting)
Reynoldo, shoot that piece of shit

Q-Tip:
Know what I’m sayin. Word up
It ain’t sweet when you do that shit(x7)

Album : One Day It’ll All Make sense

Sum Shit I Wrote

Marks I erase like racism, I’m as large as a bigot
Brew is my escapism, when I’m bubbly I just kick it
What I need from you is understanding that I’m standing
On my own two, down with my own crew
Toe cancer, I’m bad to the bone too, I’m prone to snap off
When I’m off that Cognac I can’t hold back like a massouse
I get loose like a screw turned from left right to tight
When it’s time for some action I get Red’s "Tonight’s Da Night"
An eye for an eye, a life for what’s right
Dissected I’m on some hi-tech shit computers want to bite
Your style is Pascal, mine is Basic and just instinct
I’m with the fam and ran scams, me and Murray got up on big links
And if knowledge is the key, goddammit I’m the locksmith
Studied the missionary waitin on my life, the mic I rush like bostage
I switch styles like a channel with controls that are remote
Engage in a page, and with words I elope
Walking down the aisles with styles I freak the vows
That tie knots when I rocks like a Z-28
At any rate, brothers gain interest because I loaned them microphones
They couldn’t house the shit so they had to rent to own
It’s like that, coming from the go rapper
I wanna bone Jada Pinkett and that hoe Patra
So keep on, and you don’t, now come on
Ah keep on, and you don’t

When I’m alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall
And in the back of my mind I hear a wack-ass rhyme
And I catch Alz-rhymers, then forget it, I get charged
Like a nigga in position with the stolen card of credit
Fuck flipping the script, the rap scene I’m trying to edit
My mellows call me "Never", they be like "Never’s going to get it"
Never’s too much, I’m much too, I do justice to poetics
That’s why cats be like "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"
Other studs come through to see what I am up to
They be on the dick of crew that be giving us weed and buying us brew
Like Kareem I got the hook up, brothers look out because they look up
Rest in peace to Heaven, I’m washing tons of rappers like Booker
Tee told me "You gotta get out of the crib, get into the world"
How you going to come off with the style that’s sterile?
It’s like that, keep on, ha ha
It’s like that, keep on

My foundation is in black block of niggas that rock they hat cock
I’m real like a fight with my rap, rappers I slapbox
Back I got my rap cocked get your glock out the black face
Got tall flavor with fat taste, the rap race is a rat race
Just cause you got Adidas with the fat laces and the fro don’t make you
hip-hop
You sorry excuse for funk rap
Why is there so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk that
The real shit’s starting to come back
The Go is where I’m from and where I’m at, jack
I started eating cat when I was 10
Before then I was getting big dog like Glen Robinson
I don’t see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind
But comes a time when you gotta get off of that booty
The facts of life I didn’t learn from watching Tootie
But living in the big city but I still like Tootie cause she got big titties
My style is steep, I rip rhymes on the incline
Splat guts bust fat nuts and lay up like a crypt line
I’m slamming, jamming on the one
I’m a bad man, you’re just a good son, come on

Album : Resurrection

Take It EZ

Verse One:

I’m {easy} easy, easy like Sunday morning
I can kick a stupid nervous joint when I’m yawning
Ahhh, Common’s comin with that old oh excuse me
Elizabeth, this is a big one, I mean a dewe-dewe
Doogie, Howser, cause see I’m like Bowser
Kickin it with the sha-na-na-na, the t-shirt, and the
trousers, how’s the, Family Ties?
I’m left with the gift, open it up, SUPRISE!
Big bat, filet-o-fish, quarter pounder french fries
Icy Coke, milkshake, sundaies and apple pies
And a cup? Nah, that’s enough of that
I’m like an indian giver, yo, give me that back
Comin again hip-pop-pop-pop bring it back selector
We be the thoroughbred, so use your head, play the Trifecta
Common infector, smug MC, heads up!
Ya better duck cause muck-a-luck, it’s me
[Now what’s your name] Common
Come in again… Common
[How would you do it] Common
[Now how was she] Common, check it out!
Common is coming soon to a theater near you
To the U-A-C crew, nuff respect due
Do I do, where I do, when I do
I do do do, yo I do it on the ease

Verse Two:

I be kickin it with the doubly-dope rhymer
I’m trippin-and-dippin-and-slippin with the rhyme like Sli-mer
[Who ya gonna call?] Ghostbuster
I’m pee-wee we stole, and I’m just a
Hustler, I tried to scheme for a sec
But the record got wreck, tried to write a bad check
So I checked myself, before self got buck
wild, tried to live how I had to fluctuate
To a snake, and metriculate, yo I had to elevate
You can tell it’s great, cause I’m state
of 87, the South side of Chicago
Five-oh-one come follow me yo, everywhere that I go
And I know I ain’t did nuthin [hell naw]
The district think I be just a lil trick kid frontin
U Ak got my back if there’s any contact
In the back is a track from I’mmenslope soul cat
And it’s phat, sorta like Oprah before she lost weight
I put my rhymes in good hands, hey like All State
And I’m all in a state of ease, utopia
I’m the Spiderman, givin bug MC’s arachnaphobia
Holy-molia, it’s totally awesome
The survey say, I gets moe skins than Richard Dawson
But I won’t catch mono or no type of disease
Cause when I flex, for sex, I do it on the ease

Verse Three:

A lop bop a woo bop, a lop bam boogie
I’m a Dr. Pepper, wouldn’t you like to be a Pepper
two-steppin through, yodel-le-hee-hoo!
Oui oui mon cheri, a como tale vouz?
[Contraire mon frere] OK, to the death
Is it true that I’m dope? {Yeahhhh!}
Yippedy yes y’all, here we go a loopedy loop de loo
A hubbeda hula hoop, a hubbeda alley oop to Coop
I gots the Magic, but I’m not a Laker
I’m shakin-and-bakin-and-takin, cause I’m the back-board
break her arm and feather, whippin the wonder when she activates
Hold up! My jaws are in my crack, [aight] pass the tape
Time to activate, and ejaculate
This is the beauty of where I’m in a state
I meant to say demonstrate
I’m in a state, where I’ve had too much eight, ball
In the corner pocket, count em, buck it
A chicken, a finger-lickin with a finger-bone
C’mon I’m on a roll, stippedy stutter-roll
Owah-owah-owah-owah Ayatoll
of Khomein, my domain is infinite
Ya got trouble, well you need to get some dick
and to the hip-hop shop, the future shock
When we started kickin on the one two, and ya don’t stop
But the buck stops here buckaroo
Ya got your instructions, now you know what to do
Take it easy

Album : Can I Borrow a Dollar?

The 6th Sense

The revolution will not be televised
The revolution is here
Yeah, it’s Common Sense, with DJ Premier
We gonna help y’all see clear
It’s real hip-hop music, from the soul, y’all
Yeah, check it, yo

The perseverence of a rebel I drop heavier levels
It’s unseen or heard, a king with words
Can’t knock the hustle, but I’ve seen street dreams deferred
Dark spots in my mind where the scene occured
Some say I’m too deep, I’m in too deep to sleep
Through me, Muhammed will forever speak
Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes
Where a man is determined by how much a man make
Cop Cognacs and spit old raps with young cats
with cigarettes in their ear, niggerish they appear
Under the Fubu is a guru, that’s untapped
Want to be in the rap race but ain’t ran one lap
Ran so far from the streets that you can’t come back
You tripping with nowhere to unpack, forgot that

Chorus: (Scratched by DJ Premier with variations):

"This is rap for real, something you feel"
"And you know, yes you know"
"Rap for the black people"
"Heeeeyyyy, heeeeeyyyy"

In front of two-inch glass and Arabs I order fries
Inspiration when I write, I see my daughter’s eyes
I’m the truth, across the table from corporate lies
I’mmortilized by the realness I bring to it
If revolution had a movie I’d be theme music
My music, you either fight, fuck, or dream to it
My life is one big rhyme, I try to scheme through it
Through my shell, never knew what the divine would bring to it
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want millions
More than money saved, I wanna save children
Dealing with alcoholism and afrocentricity
A complex man drawn off of simplicity
Reality is frisking me
This industry will make you lose intensity
The Common Sense in me remembers the basement
I’m Morpheus in this hip-hop Matrix, exposing fake shit

Chorus

Somedays I take the L to gel with the real world
Got on at 87th, stopped by this little girl
She recited raps, I forgot where they was from
In ‘em, she was saying how she made brothers cum
I start thinking, how many souls hip-hop has affected
How many dead folks this art resurrected
How many nations this culture connected
Who am I to judge one’s perspective?
Though some of that shit y’all pop true it, I ain’t relating
If I don’t like it, I don’t like it, that don’t mean that I’m hating
I just want to innovate and stimulate minds
Travel the world and penetrate the times
Escape through rhythms in search of peace and wisdom
Raps are smoke signals letting the streets know I’m with ‘em
For now I appreciate this moment in time
Ball players and actors be knowing my rhymes, it’s like

Chorus til fade

Album : Like Water For Chocolate

The Light

Yeah..
Doo-doo-doo, mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm..
Doo-doo-d-doo, diggy-doo YO..

I never knew a luh, luh-luh, a love like this
Gotta be somethin for me to write this
Queen, I ain’t seen you in a minute
Wrote this letter, and finally decide to send it
Signed sealed delivered for us to grow together
Love has no limit, let’s spend it slow forever
I know your heart is weathered by what studs did to you
I ain’t gon’ assault em cause I probably did it too
Because of you, feelings I handle with care
Some niggaz recognize the light but they can’t handle the glare
You know I ain’t the type to walk around with matchin shirts
If relationship is effort I will match your work
I wanna be the one to make you happiest, it hurts you the most
They say the end is near, it’s important that we close..
.. to the most, high
Regardless of what happen on him let’s rely

There are times.. when you’ll need someone..
I will be by your side..
There is a light, that shines,
special for you, and me..

Yo, yo, check it
It’s important, we communicate
and tune the fate of this union, to the right pitch
I never call you my bitch or even my boo
There’s so much in a name and so much more in you
Few understand the union of woman and man
And sex and a tingle is where they assume that it land
But that’s fly by night for you and the sky I write
For in these cold Chi night’s moon, you my light
If heaven had a height, you would be that tall
Ghetto to coffee shop, through you I see that all
Let’s stick to understandin and we won’t fall
For better or worse times, I hope to me you call
So I pray everyday more than anything
friends will stay as we begin to lay
this foundation for a family - love ain’t simple
Why can’t it be anything worth having you work at annually
Granted we known each other for some time
It don’t take a whole day to recognize sunshine

There are times.. when you’ll need someone..
I will be by your side, oh darling
There is a light, that shines,
special for you, and me..

Yeah.. yo, yo, check it
It’s kinda fresh you listen to more than hip-hop
and I can catch you in the mix from beauty to thrift shop
Plus you ship hop when it’s time to, thinkin you fresh
Suggestin beats I should rhyme to
At times when I’m lost I try to find you
You know to give me space when it’s time to
My heart’s dictionary defines you, it’s love and happiness
Truthfully it’s hard tryin to practice abstinence
The time we committed love it was real good
Had to be for me to arrive and it still feel good
I know the sex ain’t gon’ keep you, but as my equal
it’s how I must treat you
As my reflection in light I’ma lead you
And whatever’s right, I’ma feed you
Digga-da, digga-da, digga-da, digga-digga-da-da
Yo I tell you the rest when I see you, peace

There are times.. when you’ll need someone..
I will be by your side..
There is a light, that shines,
special for you, and me..

(I’ll) take my chances.. before they pass..
.. pass me by, oh darling..
You need to look at the other side..
You’ll agree..

Album : Like Water For Chocolate

The Questions

Uhh..

[Common]
It’s the questions (what..) it’s the questions boy
It’s the questions (What?) it’s the questions c’mon
The questions (WHAT?) it’s the questions boy
It’s the questions (hah) it’s the questions yeah
Talkin bout the questions, it’s the questions y’all
It’s the questions (what?) it’s the questions, dig it
The questions (why?) it’s the questions boy
It’s the questions (huh?) that’s what it’s all about

Yo, yo..
What is an emcee if the wall ain’t got no back?
(I don’t know, yo, he must be kinda wack)
What is paper to a nigga if the nigga don’t stack?
(Yo, why the hell you askin me that?)
Why do these girls, look so good in the summer?
(I don’t know, I’m just sayin this shit)
If you got ta-dat-ta-dat-tap for your lady wouldja wanna?
(Hmmm.. yeah, right)
Cause you answer the phone "peace" do that mean that you not a freak?
(Hell no! That’s right)
Cause you recognize me-e-e-e-e, yo, I got to speak?
(Why can’t you speak? What you big a star now?)
Why you got-ta, act like, nigga, all the time
(Even on SUNDAY’s you should..)
Is a nigga yo’ complexion, is it all in your mind?
(It’s all your mind..)
What’s it called y’all?

It’s the questions (WHAT?) it’s the questions boy
It’s the questions (What?) it’s the questions, yeah!
The questions (uhh) it’s the questions y’all
It’s the questions (WHAT?) it’s the questions c’mon
The questions, it’s the questions boy
It’s the questions (ahh, uh ahh) it’s the questions, yeah
The questions (yes) it’s the questions boy
It’s the questions - that’s what it’s all about

Yo, if I’m a intellectual-al, I can’t be sexual?
(I don’t know, you wanna be sexual??)
If I want to uhh tah uhh does that mean I lack respect for you?
(I don’t know you tell me..)
Youse a grown man, why fuck that young girl, are you lustin?
(I might look twenty but I’m 15 - slow down girl)
If you got paper like that, then why you still hustlin?
(Why you still hustlin? C’mon!)
Now you know yo’ stomach too big, to be wearin a shirt like that
(Look at your stomach - ewww it’s sloppy)
So why, you want, to go and do that?

[Mos Def]
Why ya why ya why ya why ya why ya wanna why ya wanna
Why ya wanna go and do that love huh?

Yo why your girl gi-giddy when my name come up?
{*female giggling*}
How come the industry build careers that don’t last?
(Uh-huh, that’s right, ask him)
How come niggaz don’t know but they front and don’t ask?
(Mmmmhmmm) Man I don’t know, I don’t know

[Common]
It’s the questions (WHAT?) it’s the questions girl
It’s the questions (What?) it’s the questions c’mon
The questions (WHAT?) it’s the questions Com
It’s the questions (hah) it’s the questions yeah
Yo we talkin bout the questions, it’s the questions girl
It’s the questions (the who, the where, the when, the why)
It’s the questions, c’mon!!
The questions.. the questions y’all (yo we shoutin it out)
It’s the questions - that’s what it’s all about

[Mos Def]
Yo, why they say never say never, when they know that ain’t right?
(What???)
Cause to never say never you done said never twice
(They scrubs, that’s why - yeah that’s twice)
Why do I need I.D. to get I.D.?
(I don’t know, beats me.. beats me)
If I had I.D. I wouldn’t need I.D.
(Hahahahah, that’s right - that’s true)
Why do these fine ghetto women got so much ass?
(Why’d you talkin about our ass though? C’mon now)
Why did Dr. J shave his beard and mustache?
(Like this.. and like this)
How you got high expectations but got no patience?
(C’mon, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know)
How come this joint named "The Questions" is so John Blazin’?
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) Man I don’t know, I don’t know

[Common + Mos Def]
It’s the questions (what..) it’s the questions boy
It’s the questions, it’s just my questions black
Some questions - it’s the questions y’all
It’s the questions (what?) it’s the questions, yo
Talkin bout the questions, it’s the questions girl
It’s the questions (what?) it’s the questions, c’mon
The questions (which?) and we’re shoutin it out
It’s the questions (huh?) that’s what it’s all about, yo

{*continues to fade with ad libs..*}

Album : Like Water For Chocolate

Thelonious

Ha, yeah, yeah
Uhh, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk
Act like you know bitch I’m on some grown shit
Ha, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk
Act like you know bitch I’m on some grown shit
It’s the Thelonious, super microphonist
You know us, this rap shit we ’bout to own it
You know it, these Mini-Me’s tryin to clone us
I got a bonus for the bitch that run up on us
I got a bonus for your bitch that run up on us
It’s the Thelonious, super microphonist

Uhh, no time to sleep cuz if you sleep you don’t eat
Gotta hold heat, just to make ends meet
Niggas livin on the street while other niggas feast
Aight wit you it aint aight wit me
Right, gotta make money all my life
Gotta stay fuckin bitches many types
Yeah you know what I’m talkin ’bout
Yup, stay turnin these bitches out
Dick em down also dick em out
Throw somethin down whenever my dick’s out
They know me so they restructure and reroute
They know me from Washington to down south
All the way to London to my nigga Common house
Right, it’s like a game we never play out, out, out, out…

Nigga no doubt, nigga get live or get knocked the fuck out
Word up, just be about what you about dogg
Knowhatimsayin, just play at your own risk
Act like you know bitch I’m on some grown shit
It’s the Thelonious, super microphonist
You know us, this rap shit we ’bout to own it
You know it, cuz you can feel it in your throat
Say it

I’m ’bout to let my mind float
(Com, say it)
Get your third eye poked
Fuck game, I assemble dope…
Ness, a nigga that’s fresh as the ‘fess
Studied this rap shit, no need to mic test
You can feel it in your chest
Your B I, feel it in her breasts
Plus you, rhyme like a nigga wit his nipples pierced
We lick off lyrics in the streets and real niggas hear us
Dreamin when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild
Still doin this shit like dude in wild style
Invitin wack niggas to dinner
I "Trick Daddy" emcees and I don’t know, "Nann Nigga"
Who can take it where I take it
You better goin to God like Mase did
Leavin crowds complacent
I move em above clouds whether on some surf and turf shit
Or thug style you can feel it in your body
Yeah y’all you can feel it in your body

Like if a 12 gauge shottie shell hit your body
You don’t want no one to find your ass a hobby
Carbon copy, niggas tryin to clone us
You know us, Thelonious, super microphone
You know this, rap shit we ’bout to own it dun, for real

Ay, it’s like a ritual
You been invited let the mortal body stimulate the place
With the grace, nevertheless, I stress
Let the music put a smile on your face
As for the ritual, when it comes to spiritual excellence
You know I always leave you with the taste
I know you like it hard to the core
That’s what you ask for, you achin for the best
Hurtin like a sore in that ass, like a ritual
Conversation with the most high makes me wanna cry
I wonder why, you wanna get to paradise
But that itty bitty part of you don’t wanna die
So pay attention to my word, cuz it’s the truth
Meditation ease the mind, and brings the youth
It’s like a verse you could never read out of a book
Droppin the line in your mind like a fish hook
Word is birth, yo I do it till the break of day
Pay attention to your art, never go astray
Word is bond

Yo we do it and we don’t quit
Sucka nigga you don’t want it, it’s Thelonious
Ownin this rap shit, super microphonist, and we known to spit
I spit fire like Esther on Sanford and Son did
I’m raw dude, more juice than Sunkiss
You want this, so MJ kept sayin the rhyme flawless
Shit fly like MJ in his prime, "Off The Wall" wit mines
I’m grabbin my balls when I rhyme, nine nines bustin plus
Ball all the time, now stay on your mind like great sex
You aint on my mind I’m thinkin ’bout paychecks
Niggas large like an Adex Avirex jacket
Yo the gods they bust like latex sex packets
Emcees they don’t rhyme and ball, they lyin’ to y’all
They dyin’ to ball, the rhyme we do all the time
We do all the fine bitches they fall in lines
Me and my mans is somethin like the Source Sports
We gettin money a long time and y’all short
My niggas bounce and full rise and y’alls fall
You funny doo, cuz really you think you can do me
When you roll a 500 that’s really a 320
Should of let somebody else hook it
Numbers look crooked like King Kong shook it
I’m from where niggas bang gats when they celebrate
That’s how they play, don’t let it be a holiday
Thelonious niggas, if you testin us we get you laid back
Show you the definition of a pay back

Album : Like Water For Chocolate

Thisisme

"I love the way I am and can’t nobody out here change me" –> KRS-One
(repeat 2X, then 2X with ‘Common’ at the end of each line)

Check it out
Good Morning Viet-Com, I’m back
HUH! It’s me again
Is it me you’re looking for? (Yup)
For the perfect beat, sweetly oblique
I’m fresh, I come clean, but I can’t whistle
*attempt at whistling* Psss, I’m only buggin
While No dug in the crates, I dug in my nose
and picked a rhyme any rhyme I don’t have any time
to waste, I’m hip… don’t even trip
to an easy travel agent now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want some flyer to read
then buy from me
I got the flame like U-I-C but I be, U-A-C
Some of the realest illest chillest cats you may see
in your life if you get one
Rappers are like jobs to me (why?) because they get done
Here it comes I’m as Able as Cain to get raw
That’s why the DJ’s mix me, I’m gonna bust dicks
This is not da bomb so save all your threats
I’m good to go and also I’m Rets
Rhymes I wrecks affects the roughnecks
down to the preps in the Polos, the studs with fros
hoes with weaves, the bald-headed to the dreaded
To folks with butters, high rollers in rollers
Players with plats studs with stockin caps I be rockin raps
til I collapse
Niggaz play my tape about as much as they do craps
I’m on point, I celo, I see high
Hi C, I’m free at last
I’ma free man, free as the world be
and like an early bird, I’m special
But you ain’t that special, as that investor
So to myself I say congratulations
I’m glad you had the patience, you better have the patience
Cause thisisme

"I love the way I am and can’t nobody out here change me" –> KRS-One
Common!
(repeat 3X)

Whassup Scony Rony I’m that boney homey
from Stoney (Common) you know me!
Off the GP niggaz see me on the TV
Talkin Take It EZ, and they was like "He ain’t hardcore!"
But hardcore is far more than bats and gats
It stems back to the roots of being true
It’s gonna get me Me, you just get you You
What I look like, talkin about some shit I ain’t do?
I ain’t shoot nobody I ain’t shank nobody
I ain’t kill nobody, it wasn’t us it was THEM!
The Warriors, I’m a warrior and still don’t have to sho-gun
It takes one to know one, and no one can tell me
how to be, cause I’ma be me, aight?
Cause I’m a man, now check it

"I love the way I am and can’t nobody out here change me" –> KRS-One
Common!
(repeat 3X)

*singing* Sometimes, sometimes, I get a good feeling!
When I’m chillin at the flat, lookin at the wall
Wondering can I come off of it, I’m off a bit
on the mic I be talkin shit
But some say my talk don’t make no Sense
I’m tryin to make the Dollars, my momma told me
to go to school and be a scholar, but school ain’t for me
So don’t even go there, I’m comin out of nowhere, to go where
probably in about seven years, I won’t have no hair
But not only am I the Hair Club President, I’m also a client
I come off like a toupee, I still have to pay 2Pc Dark
A Raider that never Lost the Ark/arc, on the shot
but now when I shoot rock, I be all out of breath
My boy Adefo wanted to be a chef
But he went down South, and fell in love call me love
cause love is gonna getcha I’ma getcha
I’m like B.J. my Arm is Strong and I Stretch ya
Styles from East to West, all across the country
I’m like that big fat woman cause cats wanna bump me
I probably would get bumped more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, call me the gangsta of love!!!
I love my music, I love my momma
I love myself, I love you, and you love me
And thisis — I’m out

(KRS sample plays in background)

Yo I wanna say peace to my moms, my grandmomma
Lil Chandra, and John, yo rest in peace to my Aunt Stella
My sides moms, Ron’s moms, Dawn’s moms, Corey’s moms
Who are you? These people be themselves y’all, peace em out

Common! (4X)
(KRS sample is cut and scratched to end)

Album : Resurrection

Time Travelin’ (A Tribute to Fela)

[Vinia Mojica]
*Singing in Spanish*

[Common]
What what, we do this time
Rock rock….
Yes, let this music travel through you
Talk about feelings, yeah yo
Yo wassup world?
Yo what’s happening?
It’s the C-double-O and I’m back again
Take this back and then, tell a friend
Spaces and places you been, time travelin *echoes*
Time travelin *echoes*
Yo, I was a piano player in my last lifetime
Now I write rhymes, sip white wine and let my light shine
Out the dark space, with the world on my mind like Scarface
though my sex drive like a car chase
More than a uhh, it’s the piece of mind I chase
Stakes are high, like my uncle is
We both got problems, he never confronted his
Under the bridge I wrote, some shit to stay afloat
And paint a picture, raw like the first coat
Send my old man a note to keep his phone on
My little cuz’ll know cheap tricks are homegrown
Travel to a place sweeter than home, listenin to Nina Simone
Repeat this psalm, to the sky I’m keepin my palms
Facin the east, actions macin the beast
Embracin the streets, my god caught a case cuz he beat
His lady down, it’s two-thou
That ain’t the way we lay it down
Souls get, found and lost at the roads they cross
Many paid dues, but few knew the costs
I ran through the Moss like Randy
Touchindown wit God, close friends, and family
Recognize the voice in the wilderness
Com Sense, ‘92 and I’m still in this

Time travelin, took my time in hand
My rhyme learn and plan
Jealousy, money and pride can burn a man
Some walk but never learn to stand
Still, afraid to expand what they feel
I’m dealin wit, wakes, marriages
ATM’s, Ericsson’s
Loud niggas that whisper carelessness
If we livin in Revelation
Why should the people of the sun have to run?
Come to Esau in a year, he’ll have freedom
He ask why I hadn’t been to see him
Really, I ain’t have a good reason
He said, "Rah, give back what you receivin"
In a race against time, I was caught
In the same game as you, but long live the sport
It’s time travelin
It’s the C-double-O and I’m back again
Take this back and then, tell a friend
Spaces and places you been
Time travelin *fades out* time travelin….

Time travelin *echoes*
Time travelin *echoes*
Yeah, yo wassup world, yo what’s happening?
It’s the C-double-O and I’m back again
Take this back and then, tell a friend
Spaces and places you been
Time travelin *echoes*

Album : Like Water For Chocolate

Tricks Up My Sleeve

[Common]
I’m a Jake, I don’t bake a cake
I’m not a cake daddy, you know the type be pullin up in a Caddy
with a drop top, see when I hoe hop, I kick it to the bus stop (what?)
and it’s goodie goodie gumdrops
I don’t be droppin squat but to the heads they think it’s topnotch
I’m skippin over every other dip as if it’s
hop hop hop hop hop hop hop, hop, hopscotch, watch

Aiy aiyyo man, ay man, look at ol’ girl
She got a BIG ass! (Yo man, sic her.)
Aiy man, ay… hey sweetheart, how you doin?
I’m doin fine.
Oh word? What’s your name?
Rayshel.
Why don’t you come over to the house so I can put you in the
BUCK BANG!

Aight check it, you see I only bag ya for a second
You never see me beggin, you see the slimmie naked
in my headroom, mo’ better yet my bedroom
Tippedy tokin, and stutterin as if she’s Max Headroom
Redroom (Redrum?) No I ain’t a murderer
I’m Jake the Rake, yo sorry if I’m hurtin the
vaginal area, fallopian tubes and your cervix
I strongly recommend that for your gen’ you get some Jergens
I find it beneficial; not to force the issue
I just blow my shit and wipe you see a head it’s like tissue
Use em and throw em away, see a hoe a day is essential
If you want a piece of the rock, trick, go to Prudential
cause I rock a buyer babe on the treetop
And when the wind blows, my dick’ll get hard, the cradle will rock
I’m like the peacock on NBC, Nuttin But Cock
I pump, prrrrrrrrrrrump pump it up yo, like a Reebok
Hey, I don’t sell junk, but I’m a Junkyard Dog
And when I Duke it’s a Hazzard, so call me Boss Hog
Or Roscoe Pecol, ohhhhh! pain
That’s the sound of the Caravan… running the train
yeahhhh yeahh, bitch
That’s the sound of the Caravan, running the train
Owwowhwahaheha! Check it out, check it out yeah, in yo’ eye!
Yeahh! Hahhh! Yeahh!

Twilite Tone got tricks up my sleeve
I’mmenslope got tricks up my sleeve
Yo DRK got tricks up my sleeve
De La Soul got tricks up my sleeve
JuJu got tricks up my sleeve
The Nubian Nut got tricks up my sleeve
Com Sense got tricks up my sleeve
("Wait… I got another trick up my sleeve")

[Rayshel]
I’m not a Jake or a Rake or a hoe, but I got the mo’ better
for head of the class
And if you ask me I’m not tryin ta be drastic
I’m not a bitch like Robin Givens I’m concerned about your
plastic, ask it, I’ll tell you what you wanna know
And if I tell you no, don’t be all up on it dope
Frontin so your friends won’t know that you got the 86
so you call me a bitch
You get your kicks, but Kix and Trix are for kids
I don’t turn no tricks, I don’t suck no Dix-ie cups
I hops in the hubba Hubba Bubba I’m like
Al B. stud, cause if I’m not your lover or your friend
don’t try to spend, waste your time
tryin to get a taste of mine but you ain’t tastin mine
So find a new type puss, cause if I don’t like you
you ain’t gettin service G, this ain’t the drivethru
Drive by, way far, and everything’ll be groovy
Then you pester me? Yo I’ma tell ya like the Nubians
Move on black brotha move on
You gotta move on black brotha move on

Album : Can I Borrow a Dollar?

Two Scoops of Raisins

[I’mmens] Yo man.. I’m hungry man
[Common] Ay whatchu want man? You want some breakfast or somethin?
[I’mmens] I want a lil lil somethin.. yeah yea milk and cereal or somethin
Somethin man! Just a little breakfast food, y’know?
[Common] Mmm I don’t know man (ay) let’s see what I got in my cabinet
[I’mmens] Hold on, let me see what I got in my cabinet
Somebody hit me with a little, baseline or groove, knahmsayin?
Yeah, breakfast food, UHH!

[C] When you wish
[I] When you wish
[C] Upon a star
[I] Upon a star
[C] To follow what?
[I] To follow what?
[C] And where you are!
[I] And where you are!
[C] Party over here, party over there
[I] Where?

[Common]
Look! I made ya look, ya dirty crook
Then picked your pocket, watch me book..
.. like Guiness I’m a Menace, so call me hip-hop’s Dennis
So open wide, and say (AHHHHH)
And I’ma slide my yolk, in your throat, and watch ya choke
on the Uh the Ah the Uh the Daddy Long-Stroke

[I’mmenslope]
Stroke Long Daddy Money, if my name was Sunny
I’d share a scoop, Runnin shit like Rebels
You can call me Barney, cause I took your Fruity - Pebbles
Dibble like an office on Top Cat, top that, I’m fat troop
Drop the loop, then a scooper hoop ya like a hula
To school a fool I present, a church to repent
I get you Guess’n like jeans, you’re just a hill of beans
I’m all that jazz, and I kick, kick, kick, kick..

[Common]
The razzamatazz oh please oh please just give me just one more blast
I +Gett Off+ like Prince, but I don’t have to show my ass
Pass the rest, like a test, if you slip then you’ll get ripped
with your handicapped pass route, and Tales From the Crypt
I whip on that ass like base ba-bay
The Sense is good-GOOBELY-goo, ask Gravy

[I’mmenslope]
Or LaMont, or Rollo, down at the, Apollo
Come follow me now (BO! Where’s Sue?) I don’t know
Even En Vogue, be tellin me ya don’t go
When it’s time for show (yea) everyone says
ho (ho) ho (ho) couldn’t be a slider
cause I never slip, kick it like a Damme Van flip
So don’t come with your judo, cause you’re just a Menudo
emcee gettin chewed like vegetables

[Common]
Ahhhhh cabbage is a cabbage, a lettuce is a lettuce
I’ma tear this whole joint into scraps
I bust raps, perhaps caps, and trap the wack tracks
Givin the max, for the minimum, not the minimum for the max
Get more sex than Wilt the Stilt so you can call me the Stiltest
You’re takin shorts like Arnold, so what chu talkin bout, Willis?

[I] Bout Willis?
[C] Yeah Willis
[I] Willis ain’t talkin about nuthin!
[C] It’s Different Strokes
[I] Let’s get back to umm, breakfast foods
[I] because it’s, early in the mornin..

[Common] Well you can have your Wheaties
[I’mmens] You can have your Flakes
[Common] You can have your Kix
[I’mmens] And you can have your Trix
[Common] You can have your POUNDcakes
[I’mmens] You can have your Loops
[*both*] But you still gotta get your Two Scoops!

[I’mmenslope]
To keep the hot raw, I’m rollin, rollin
Bowlin - spare me! Fuss ya hushed mouth mush
Lush alcohol’s excessive like a Jefferson
Movin on up — progressive
One time for your brain, cell
And when I get through, you say — aww hell man!
Styles that I free won’t, stop til the end
Paper I go on and go on with the pen
Get a max of funk, attack or sunk *huff, huff*
One blow, and emcees are gone with the wind
Kickin the dumber rhyme, I’m not a print
but I’m fresh, heatin up like the summertime, summer rhyme
I’m a dime a dozen, but I keep you buzzin
like a bee, a dozen attempts is in the toilet
Cause I flush the dime and I’m not a Leader
cause I Busta Rhyme, a rhyme
If I kick with Rakim, you +Run For Cover+ brother
But I kick it with Petey cause I’m just another mother (sucker)
Blo Pop time (it’s Blo Pop time)
It’s Blo Pop time (it’s Blo Pop time)
In the mix, the dimension, J.B., and Chico
It’s seven, not six, my shirt extra-large
but I wear, I wear I wear it well like DeBarge
to the finish, makin ya eye pop, like you ain’t spinach
Then it’s, time to let you know
We count it up, one two three and fo’

[I] UHH! Count it up
[C] Nah we gon’ count it down
[I] Nah man, we’re gonna count it up
[C] Mmmm, let’s get back to that umm, food tip though, the breakfast tip
[I] Food tip? Well you just check
[C] Cause you know what we need
[I] What can I have?

[Common] You can have your Life
[I’mmens] You can have your Bran
[Common] You can have your Puffs
[I’mmens] You can have your Pebbles
[Common] You can have your Krunch
[I’mmens] And you can have your Loops
[*both*] But you still gotta get your Two Scoops!

[Common]
Around and round and upside down and upside down we go
WHOAHHHHH! I’ma sneak in the front row
Not Jethro, I’m not a Jethro, on skid row
I don’t wear Monie’s hat, but I was a Monkey +in the Middle+
Hey diddle diddle, you can Kibble a Bit
I take a squat, and booty MC’s be sayin OOOOHHH SHIT!
Yo, I turn Bucktown into Fucktown
You’re just a field goal kid, and I’m a touchdown
With the next point to the next joint, so tell Spike about it
I’m all that, that your bitch be writin home about it
Shout it out, praise the Lord, hallelujah!
This could be love, but umm, don’t let em fool ya
Cause when I do ya, come down come down after me come
Yeah sorry Sugar Plums but umm, I gotta run
Run Jesse Run, keep hope alive
I’m down with the b-boys, FUCK the Jackson 5
You jive-ass turkey, a-pit-apitta-a-aperk be
You can get ill, but don’t, HURT ME, HURT ME
Or urk me, cause see I’ll outsmart you like the Urkel
B-boys at the school of hard knocks, in a circle
Pass the sess blunt, yeah stud, you ain’t know?
I wanna go bang, I said, bang-o, bang-oh bang-oh
or bojangle jingle jangle on the jaw
Hip-hip, hooray, oh now you wanna be all lovable?
Don’t push or pull, or you’ll see, I’ma wreck it out
MC’s be checkin in but they don’t be checkin out
I leave em out on the canvas
So click your heels twice and take your ass back to KANSAS..

Album : Can I Borrow a Dollar?

Watermelon

I express like an interstate
Hyper when I venilate
My rap pieces penetate and infiltrate your mental state
Just to reitterate
That I innovate
Bonin’ broads when they men-estruate
I speand a great time with the rhyme
More than I did any female
I derailed your train of thought
Because your brain was caught
On some other man’s thinking
Now your third eye is blinking
My rhymes be kicking like a brother’s breath be stinking
I get funky for sure while you’re *sniff* unsure
If you got beef, chief, then let that shit unthaw
This track was a broad
I’d be bonin the shit out of it
Bang, bang, bang then see what I can get out of her
probably some scratch clothes and some J’s
I got six thousand ways to rhyme
Choose one
I stand out like a nigga on a hockey team
I got goals, and I can like a pop machine
I come clean
Like a fiend in Chi I’m down with rehab
My stutter styles crazy
Cause that’s right, we bad, we bad
Pryor to Richard I was that crazy nigga
Cause I kick ass
And when i wreck other rappers be like whiplash!

Verse Two:

It’s like I come I come to the party in a b-boy stance
I rock on the mic and make the gils want to dance
It’s like I come I come to the party in a b-boy stance
I rock on the mic and make the gils want to dance
Me without a lyric, is like a nigga without a beeper
I’m a blow this shit out, cuz I’m the joint like reefer
If Barry White was in the mob
I still would be deeper
Cause i had lyrics back when i used to run with Keyvin
MC’s step to me, butt-ass naked like "What’s up?"
I said, "You know you done fucked up
Now I’m sayin, "You know you done fucked up"
Everybody that here be say I’m Jams like the NBA
Cause I’m on fire
If I was a Michelan I wouldn’t tire
It’s funny how time flies
Well I’m as fly as time
I don’t believe in role models
But if I do, then I’m mine
I make brothers say "True"
They be you and be like fiction
I want ’spect and dead presidents
Like Richard Nixon
I’m a coach not a player
Not a gay mc, I’m straighter
My style is similiar to AIDS
You can f with it now
But catch you later
You can’t touch this, cuz this is what I’m feelin bro
I’m the man, you need me I’ll be on the fifth flo’
Just chillin
Even if it’s played out it’s not the word to play so peace
I’m out to Dirty Burgers I’ma give my change to Reese

Album : Resurrection

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