歌：Common

作詞：Common

作曲：Common

発売：2009-10-24 12:21:30

CHORUS: scratch
Resurrection(repeat)

I stagger in the gathering
Passed by a pattern that be scattering over the global
My vocals be traveling, unraveling my abdomen
I wish that madeline
Was back on Video LP
I went against all odds
And got an even Steven
Proceeded reading not believing everything I'm reading
But my brain was bleedin, needing a feeding
And excercise I didn't seek the best of buys
It's a lot of text that lies I analyze where I rest my eyes
And chastise the best of guys with punchlines
I'm nestle when it's crunchtime
For your mind like one time
If poetry was pussy I'd be sunshine
Cause I deliver like the Sun Times
Confined in one's mind are dumb rhymes
I combined I'm hype like I'm unsigned
My diet I unswined
Eating beef, sometimes I'm trying to cut back on that shit
This rap shit is truly out of control
My style is too developed to be arrested
It's the freestyle, now I'm out on parole
They tried to hold my soul
In a holding cell so I would sale
But I bonded with a break and had enough to make bail
While misdemeanor / mister meaner fell on his knee
Asked No for his I.D.
And the judge thought it was a two of me
Motion for a recess to retest my fingerprints
They relinquish sence cause I was guilty in a sense

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I ride the rhthym like a schwin bike when in a dim light
I use insight to enlight then write some shit that's skin tight
Words of wisdom wail from my wind pipe
I send light like Ben's kite, I been bright
I get open like a gym night and in fights I send rights
Don't hook with skins my friends like
I spend nights up in dykes
In spite, I been indicted a freak of all trades
I do do do I got it made
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 niggas
Now my speech and thoughts quicker
Cruise the south side streets with no heat and no sticker
U.A.C. got my back and we don't get no thicker
U.A.C. got my back and we don't get no thicker
U.A.C. got my back and we don't, now check it
I'm a hoe but not a hoe nigga, aint scared of no nigga
When it's my turn to go, I gotta go and I'm gone with the storm

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