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I like to welcome everybody to the LP, One Day It'll All Make Sense, by me. What I want to do to you... nah, really it's for you, is open my mental window, hoping that you will climb in, or if not, at least look in. I want to take you to places that I have been and to the places that I want to go. I mean this is music, it ain't all that I got, but it does mean a lot to me, I injected my whole being into it, and I've been doing it for a while, it's like my whole life has become a style. I want to get into it... yeah.
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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*) |
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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 Immature 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) |
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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 t'ree hunderd 'n' fi'teen dolla's ain't worth your soul t'ree hunderd 'n' fi'teen dolla's ain't worth your soul t'ree hunderd 'n' fi'teen dolla's 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.. |
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"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 * |
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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 |
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[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 |
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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 |
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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*) |
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[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) |
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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) |
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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) |
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[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 |
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