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from Common 4집 - Like Water For Chocolate (2000)
*Singing in Spanish*
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* |
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from Common 4집 - Like Water For Chocolate (2000)
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! 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.. |
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from Common 4집 - Like Water For Chocolate (2000)
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.. 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.. |
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from Common 4집 - Like Water For Chocolate (2000)
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) |
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from Common 4집 - Like Water For Chocolate (2000)
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.. |
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from Common 4집 - Like Water For Chocolate (2000)
Alright.....Okay (4x)
Alright......We'll make it funky for you now 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 *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 *Repeat 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 *Repeat |
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from Common 4집 - Like Water For Chocolate (2000)
Uhh..
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? |
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from Common 4집 - Like Water For Chocolate (2000)
F/ vinia mojica
[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 'cause'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 'cause 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* |
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from Common 4집 - Like Water For Chocolate (2000)
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 *"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 Immortilized 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 *Repeat 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 *Repeat |
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from Common 4집 - Like Water For Chocolate (2000)
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 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 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 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 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 {hey girl, come on over here, check it out) Make your next move your best move, choose me 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 (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 |
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from Common 4집 - Like Water For Chocolate (2000)
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 *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 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 *Repeat 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? *Repeat (x2) (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 |
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from Common 4집 - Like Water For Chocolate (2000)
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 minimes try 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 go into God like Mase did Leavin crowds complacent I move em above clouds whether on some ?surface the earth? shit Or thug style you can feel it in your body Yeah y'all you can feel it in your body |
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from Common 4집 - Like Water For Chocolate (2000)
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} 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} 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*} .. 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.. |
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from Common 4집 - Like Water For Chocolate (2000)
God bless...
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... Searchin for a love, throughout the ghetto Young girls is thick, righteousness is narrow I got my third, eye on 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 car, any rock, or any broad He found Geto Heaven in himself and God Geto Heaven... Standin in some Geto Heaven Geto Heaven... Standin in some Geto Heaven Geto... 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 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... 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 ?half? helped me see Lonnie's ?fath? On my behalf, let's take whole steps to a ?ho tep? 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 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... |
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from Common 4집 - Like Water For Chocolate (2000)
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. I'm thinkin' of Assata, yes. Listen to my Love, Assata, yes. Your Power and Pride is beautiful. May God bless your Soul. 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- |
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from Common 4집 - Like Water For Chocolate (2000)
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 |
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from Common 5집 - Electric Circus (2002)
(feat. Sonny of P.O.D.)
[Common] Yo! [Chorus] (x8) Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! [Common] Blood and magic dripping from me True thugs and addicts I grip an entry Enter this game with tricks and envy I forget game to remain an emcee Rooms in this mind that's still empty, only fufilled through prophecy You stoppin me, you see I'm tryin to catch this plane You must be slow nigga, catch your brain It's fresh, but it is some stress and pain Got hos?, Ho nigga respect the game I talked to cab drivers about the fast lane And Islam, masters and shakras? and beyond Think about the hustle and somehow I see by But what led it to the concrete, BS be strong You was at your hardest when you didn't even try Live like a bitch, to bitch you gonna die [Chorus] (x4) Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! [Common] Mercury and retrograde, I'm trying to get niggas in the ghetto paid While they watch pornos and Escalades, away from floats and the dope in sex parades Somebody screamin in my mind, I'm tryin to find if it's me Or voices on the master, they desgin to be free Same revolt, can't be found on TV, or radio, its livin in me Hey lady, that smoke is bothering me If I put it in your eye, ashes you would cry All this rap talk is blowing my high I just came to chill and build with my guy I try to walk but I stumble off the humble path This story of a pimp stick that became a staff You got it, you gotta know where to aim the Mag Art and oppinions are made to clash [Chorus] (x4) Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! [Common] Out of body hard to explain, like the pyramids and gods I remain I know pain, like Kurt Cobain, or ain't I playin hurt the whole game Dig it to the Earth's brain for worst gain Focused like young blood on his first chain I used to write shit to please niggas Now I write shit to freeze niggas Whether iced out, or American Pie sliced out I sit in the room with the lights out Whether diced out, or with their hair spliced out I sit alone in the room with the lights out screamin [Chorus] (x8) Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! |
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from Common 5집 - Electric Circus (2002)
Let's do it now, it's me and you
Close my eyes Erotica, I'm seein' you Listen to me wishin' I could be with you To share my love and ecstasy with you Are you alone? Is your shorty sleep? Hold on. That's okay, ignore the beep For you, my love is immortal deep You are my queen but I can't ignore the freak Let's let our bodies talk and our auras speak Hold on, gotta get the toiletries As our waters reach distances unheard of I'm in the room nestled sweet and I observe love Only for you, I ask God to show me the truth What he showed me was you Wherever I go, my soul leads to you Days gone, nights lonely for you Erotica - Wet dreams are on my mind Erotica - Can I come in your mind? Erotica - Oh yes, our love must shine Erotica - Wish on star 69 Erotica - Wish on star 69 Erotica-ca-ca - Wish on star 69 Erotica-ca-ca Wish on star 69, erotica... So much I wish you were here with me now My bad, I just hit redial I want you to come and never leave now Is your mind and your right hand free now? Our love-reach deep down inside of it As the candle burns where desire's lit Makin' love knows no distance or environment When we (ahh), feel the most high in it I feel you touchin' me and I begin to rise from it Your love is stuck in me Our minds are so alive and thick Picture my hands on your waist As I stare in your face Your mouth half open Your love I can taste Embracin' you Life: I let go Gotta switch phones 'cause this one is ghetto Another level of love we create when we take it to And when it's made, Erotica, it's made for you Erotica - Wet dreams are on my mind Erotica - Can I come in your mind? Erotica - Oh yes, our love must shine Erotica - Wish on star 69 Erotica - Wish on star 69 Erotica-ca-ca - Wish on star 69 Erotica-ca-ca Slave to your loneliness ""Slave to your loneliness..."" Inside of loneliness ""Inside this (alt we bear)"" With love of loneliness ""With thoughts of loneliness"" Enslaved by loneliness I want you to come Inside your mind And find a place Nasty and kind This is where our desires grind And where they peak Is most divine A place and time I hope we reach together You are my queen And freak forever I feel you in-side my stomach My body shakes... Erotica - Wet dreams are on my mind Erotica - Can I come in your mind? Erotica - Oh yes, our love must shine Erotica - Wish on star 69 Erotica - Wish on star 69 Erotica-ca-ca - Wish on star 69 Erotica-ca-ca (*repeats and fades out*) |
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from Common 5집 - Electric Circus (2002)
She rested her head upon my chest
Sensed liberation in between breaths Wonder if sex is what she found it in Peace, found it laying down with men Wasn't there to judge her, many ways I loved her It was more than bodies we shared with each other We laid under the cover of friends A place where many lovers began I began, to feel her body shake in my hand Body language, it's so hard trying to understand Usually after sex, it's a good feel Took by silence, emotion stood still I could feel, her tears spill, from her grille Hurt from before that began to build She told me hold me, a story she assembled it Telling it, trying not to remember it It was a story of innocence taken Thought she could redeem, through love making When she was eight she was raped by her father And tried to escape through multiple sex partners Felt pitiful, she had only learned, To love through the physical, inside it burned My heart turned, I thought of what this man did She forgave him, she grew to understand it Her soul was tired and never really rested Only with men through aggression Said it was a blessing and it happened for a reason By speaking it, she found freedom Between me and you [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Sometimes I wish a, careless whisper Serenade her, without speaking a word Because of you I'm stronger, I'm afraid no longer I feel so alive in me, you have liberated me She laid, I watched her breathe Happy to be here, not afraid to leave I couldn't conceive her not being here Death in her face her not having fear Less than a year she was diagnosed with it Memories of that year, so close and vivid Happiness, would only visit, once in a while To watch an adult, becoming a child Somehow, I knew she'd make it The life of one so given early would God take it? Hurt she placed in, hope and prayer Hurt she placed in chemo and lost hair I stare with my eyes closed Wonder when the body leave does the mind go Watching Jordan became less important Seeing this disease eat away my aunt's organs According to doctors there's no cure We went through doubt, and cases of insure Wish I knew then how to heal with herbs Knew a part of her I could heal with words But the Creator was sending for her What seemed like the end was the beginning for her Like that, she didn't want us to remember her No more medication did she want us to give to her It spread from her liver to her lungs to her last breath Only to be freed through death Between me and you [Chorus] He spoke with his eyes, tear-filled A lump in his throat, his fear built My whole life it was in steel This ain't the way that men feel A feeling, he said he wish he could kill A feeling, not even time could heal This is how real life's supposed to be? For it to happen to someone close to me? So far we'd come, for him to tell me As he did, insecurity held me I felt like he failed me To the spirit, yelled help me I'd known him for like what seemed forever About going pro we dreamed together Never knew it would turn out like this For so long he tried to fight this Now there was no way for him to ignore it His parents found out and hated him for it How could I judge him? Had to accept him if I truly loved him No longer he said had he hated himself Through sexuality he liberated himself Between me and you [Chorus] Liberation Peace |
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from Common 2집 - Resurrection (1994)
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 slime 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 Imaginations 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 is lost 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 hoe but not a hoe nigga, ain't scared of no nigga But it's my turn to go I gotta go And I'm gone with the storm |
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from Common 2집 - Resurrection (1994)
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 the shit was creative But once the man got you well he altered the native Told her if she got an energetic 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 |
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from Common 2집 - Resurrection (1994)
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 |
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from Common 2집 - Resurrection (1994)
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 |
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from Common 2집 - Resurrection (1994)
[featuring no i.d.]
("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 |
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from Common 2집 - Resurrection (1994)
*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 |
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from Common 2집 - Resurrection (1994)
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 |
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from Common 2집 - Resurrection (1994)
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 chills big bootay But then the booty up, I told the bitch she better 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 past MC's with 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 |
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from Common 2집 - Resurrection (1994)
"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... be at calm, 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 dickses 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 pros hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the dreaded To folks with butters, high rollers and rollers Players with plat studs with stocking caps I be rocking 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 show no 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 one niggaz catch when bumpin I probably would get bumped more if I was a gangster But I am a gangsta, call me the gangsta of love!!! I love good 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) |
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from Common 2집 - Resurrection (1994)
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 feet you'll get defeated like Kunta Kinte, I'm kin to, align 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 me true statues had to move they 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 |
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from Common 2집 - Resurrection (1994)
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 |
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from Common 2집 - Resurrection (1994)
Marks I erase like racism, I'm as large as a bigot
Groove 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 his wife 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 Started a missionary way on my life, the mic I rust 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 viles Anti-Nazi 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 Sometime when I'm alone in my room 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 the 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 sweet and buying us fruit Like Kareem I got the hook up, brothers look out because they look Rest in peace to ?Heavena?, 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 thourough? 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, now get your glock out the black face Got tall flavor with fat taste, the rat 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 dinner 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 write rhymes on the incline Splat guts plus fat nuts and lay up like a crib line I'm slamming, jamming on the one I'm a bad man, you're just a good son, come on |
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from Common 5집 - Electric Circus (2002)
(feat. Sonny of P.O.D.)
[Common] Yo! [Chorus] (x8) Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! [Common] Blood and magic dripping from me True thugs and addicts I grip an entry Enter this game with tricks and envy I forget game to remain an emcee Rooms in this mind that's still empty, only fufilled through prophecy You stoppin me, you see I'm tryin to catch this plane You must be slow nigga, catch your brain It's fresh, but it is some stress and pain Got hos?, Ho nigga respect the game I talked to cab drivers about the fast lane And Islam, masters and shakras? and beyond Think about the hustle and somehow I see by But what led it to the concrete, BS be strong You was at your hardest when you didn't even try Live like a bitch, to bitch you gonna die [Chorus] (x4) Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! [Common] Mercury and retrograde, I'm trying to get niggas in the ghetto paid While they watch pornos and Escalades, away from floats and the dope in sex parades Somebody screamin in my mind, I'm tryin to find if it's me Or voices on the master, they desgin to be free Same revolt, can't be found on TV, or radio, its livin in me Hey lady, that smoke is bothering me If I put it in your eye, ashes you would cry All this rap talk is blowing my high I just came to chill and build with my guy I try to walk but I stumble off the humble path This story of a pimp stick that became a staff You got it, you gotta know where to aim the Mag Art and oppinions are made to clash [Chorus] (x4) Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! [Common] Out of body hard to explain, like the pyramids and gods I remain I know pain, like Kurt Cobain, or ain't I playin hurt the whole game Dig it to the Earth's brain for worst gain Focused like young blood on his first chain I used to write shit to please niggas Now I write shit to freeze niggas Whether iced out, or American Pie sliced out I sit in the room with the lights out Whether diced out, or with their hair spliced out I sit alone in the room with the lights out screamin [Chorus] (x8) Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! |
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from Common 5집 - Electric Circus (2002)
Artist: Common
Album: Electric Circus Song: Star 69 (PS with Love) Typed by: rick2234@aol.com * * send corrections to the typist Let's do it now, it's me and you Close my eyes Erotica, I'm seein' you Listen to me wishin' I could be with you To share my love and ecstasy with you Are you alone? Is your shorty sleep? Hold on. That's okay, ignore the beep For you, my love is immortal deep You are my queen but I can't ignore the freak Let's let our bodies talk and our auras speak Hold on, gotta get the toiletries As our waters reach distances unheard of I'm in the room nestled sweet and I observe love Only for you, I ask God to show me the truth What he showed me was you Wherever I go, my soul leads to you Days gone, nights lonely for you Erotica - Wet dreams are on my mind Erotica - Can I come in your mind? Erotica - Oh yes, our love must shine Erotica - Wish on star 69 Erotica - Wish on star 69 Erotica-ca-ca - Wish on star 69 Erotica-ca-ca Wish on star 69, erotica... So much I wish you were here with me now My bad, I just hit redial I want you to come and never leave now Is your mind and your right hand free now? Our love-reach deep down inside of it As the candle burns where desire's lit Makin' love knows no distance or environment When we (ahh), feel the most high in it I feel you touchin' me and I begin to rise from it Your love is stuck in me Our minds are so alive and thick Picture my hands on your waist As I stare in your face Your mouth half open Your love I can taste Embracin' you Life: I let go Gotta switch phones 'cause this one is ghetto Another level of love we create when we take it to And when it's made, Erotica, it's made for you Erotica - Wet dreams are on my mind Erotica - Can I come in your mind? Erotica - Oh yes, our love must shine Erotica - Wish on star 69 Erotica - Wish on star 69 Erotica-ca-ca - Wish on star 69 Erotica-ca-ca Slave to your loneliness "Slave to your loneliness..." Inside of loneliness "Inside this (alt we bear)" With love of loneliness "With thoughts of loneliness" Enslaved by loneliness I want you to come Inside your mind And find a place Nasty and kind This is where our desires grind And where they peak Is most divine A place and time I hope we reach together You are my queen And freak forever I feel you in-side my stomach My body shakes... Erotica - Wet dreams are on my mind Erotica - Can I come in your mind? Erotica - Oh yes, our love must shine Erotica - Wish on star 69 Erotica - Wish on star 69 Erotica-ca-ca - Wish on star 69 Erotica-ca-ca (*repeats and fades out*) |
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from Common 6집 - Be (2005)
I want to be as free as the spirits of those who left
나는 떠나버린 이들의 영혼처럼 자유롭고 싶어 I'm talking Malcom, Coltrane, my man Yusef 예를 들면 Malcolm X, Coltrane, 내 친구 Yusef Through death through conception 죽음과 생각을 통해서 New breath and resurrection 새로 숨을 쉬며 부활해 For moms, new steps in her direction 그것은 엄마들에겐, 앞으로 내딛는 새로운 발걸음 In the right way 올바른 방법으로 Told inside is where the fight lay 싸움이 벌어지는 곳에서 속으로 말을 하고 And everything a nigga do may not be what he might say 우리가 하는 것이 말대로 돌아가지 않을 수 있어 Chicago nights stay, stay on the mind 시카고의 밤은, 밤은 마음 속에 머물러 But I write many lives and lay on these lines 하지만 난 많은 생명을 적어 이 가사에 담아 Wave the signs of the times 시간의 징조를 표현해 Many say the grind's on the mind 많은 이들이 성공은 마음 속에 있다 하지 Shorties blunted-eyed and everyone wanna rhyme 눈을 반쯤 감은 이들, 모두들 라임을 하고 싶어해 Bush pushing lies, killers immortalized Bush는 거짓말을 하고, 킬러는 죽지 않네 We got arms but won't reach for the skies 무기는 있지만 하늘까지 가질 못해 Waiting for the Lord to rise 하느님이 다시 나타나시길 기다리는 수 밖에 I look into my daughter's eyes 내 딸의 눈을 바라보고 And realize that I'ma learn through her 그녀를 통해 배울 것이 있음을 깨닫지 The Messiah, might even return through her 메시아는, 어쩌면 그녀의 몸으로 돌아올지도 If I'ma do it, I gotta change the world through her 해야한다면, 그녀를 통해 세상을 바꾸겠어 Furs and a Benz, gramps wantin 'em 모피코트와 Benz, 할아버지들은 그걸 원하지 Demons and old friends, pops they hauntin' him 악마와 옛친구, 아버지들은 그를 찾지 The chosen one from the land of the frozen sun 얼어붙은 태양의 대지에서 선택받은 이 When drunk nights get remembered more than sober ones 그곳은, 술취한 밤이 정신 말짱할 때보다 더 많은 곳 Walk like warriors, we were never told to run 전사처럼 걸어가, 도망가는 법은 배우지 않았어 Explored the world to return to where my soul begun 내 영혼이 시작한 곳으로 돌아가기 위해 세상을 탐험해 Never looking back or too far in front of me 절대 뒤, 혹은 너무 멀리 보지 않을 것 The present is a gift 현재 이 순간은 선물 and I just wanna BE 난 단지 이렇게 있고 싶을뿐 |
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from Common - The Corner [single] (2005)
Verse 1:(Common)
Memories on corners with the fo's and the mo's Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes Got uncles that smoke, and some put blow up they nose To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows In they socks and they soles, niggaz holdin' they rolls Corners leave souls opened and closed, hopin' for mo' We know where to go, niggaz rollin' in droves They shoot the wrong way, cuz they ain't know and they goes The streets ain't safe cuz they ain't knowing the code By the foes I was told, either focus or fold Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors So we can cop clothes and roll in a Rolls Now I roll in a Olds, with windows that don't roll Down the roads where cars get broken and stole These are the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove On the corners Hook: (Kanye West) I wish I could give you this feelin' I wish I could give this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? (Spoken: The Last Poets) We overstated, we underrated, we educated The corner was our time when time stood still and Gators and snakeskins and Yellow and pink and Powder blue profiles glorifying them Verse 2: (Common) Street lights and deep nights, cats tryin' to eat right Ridin' no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet right Desires of street life, cars and weed types Its hard to breathe nights, days are thief-like The beasts roam the streets, the police is Greek-like Game that is deep, we speak and believe hype Banged in the streets has cop left for deep life (?) Its steep life, coming up where niggaz is sheep-like Rappers and hoopers, we strive to be like G's with three strikes, seeds that need light Cheese and recite, needs and BE strife The corner, where struggle and greed fight We write songs about wrong cuz its hard to see right Look to the sky, hoping it will bleed light Reality's a bitch, and I heard that she bites The corner Hook: (Kanye West) I wish I could give you this feelin' I wish I could give this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? (Spoken: The Last Poets) The corner was our magic, our music, our politics Fires raised as tribal dances and war cries Broke out on different corners Power to the people Black power Black is beautiful Verse 3: (Common) Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burgers As cats with gold permanents, move they bags as herbalists The dirt isn't just fertile, its people workin' and earnin' this The curb getters go where the cats flow and the current is Its so hot that niggaz burn to live The furnace is, whether money movin', the determined live We talk shit, play lotto, and buy German beers Its so black packed with action that's affirmative The corners Hook: (Kanye West) I wish I could give you this feelin' I wish I could give this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? (Spoken: The Last Poets) The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge Our Taj Mahal, our monument Our testimonial to freedom, to peace, and to love Down on the corner |
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from Common - The Corner [single] (2005)
Verse 1:(Common)
Memories on corners with the fo's and the mo's Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes Got uncles that smoke, and some put blow up they nose To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows In they socks and they soles, niggaz holdin' they rolls Corners leave souls opened and closed, hopin' for mo' We know where to go, niggaz rollin' in droves They shoot the wrong way, cuz they ain't know and they goes The streets ain't safe cuz they ain't knowing the code By the foes I was told, either focus or fold Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors So we can cop clothes and roll in a Rolls Now I roll in a Olds, with windows that don't roll Down the roads where cars get broken and stole These are the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove On the corners Hook: (Kanye West) I wish I could give you this feelin' I wish I could give this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? (Spoken: The Last Poets) We overstated, we underrated, we educated The corner was our time when time stood still and Gators and snakeskins and Yellow and pink and Powder blue profiles glorifying them Verse 2: (Common) Street lights and deep nights, cats tryin' to eat right Ridin' no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet right Desires of street life, cars and weed types Its hard to breathe nights, days are thief-like The beasts roam the streets, the police is Greek-like Game that is deep, we speak and believe hype Banged in the streets has cop left for deep life (?) Its steep life, coming up where niggaz is sheep-like Rappers and hoopers, we strive to be like G's with three strikes, seeds that need light Cheese and recite, needs and BE strife The corner, where struggle and greed fight We write songs about wrong cuz its hard to see right Look to the sky, hoping it will bleed light Reality's a bitch, and I heard that she bites The corner Hook: (Kanye West) I wish I could give you this feelin' I wish I could give this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? (Spoken: The Last Poets) The corner was our magic, our music, our politics Fires raised as tribal dances and war cries Broke out on different corners Power to the people Black power Black is beautiful Verse 3: (Common) Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burgers As cats with gold permanents, move they bags as herbalists The dirt isn't just fertile, its people workin' and earnin' this The curb getters go where the cats flow and the current is Its so hot that niggaz burn to live The furnace is, whether money movin', the determined live We talk shit, play lotto, and buy German beers Its so black packed with action that's affirmative The corners Hook: (Kanye West) I wish I could give you this feelin' I wish I could give this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? (Spoken: The Last Poets) The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge Our Taj Mahal, our monument Our testimonial to freedom, to peace, and to love Down on the corner |
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from Common - The Corner [single] (2005)
Verse 1:(Common)
Memories on corners with the fo's and the mo's Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes Got uncles that smoke, and some put blow up they nose To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows In they socks and they soles, niggaz holdin' they rolls Corners leave souls opened and closed, hopin' for mo' We know where to go, niggaz rollin' in droves They shoot the wrong way, cuz they ain't know and they goes The streets ain't safe cuz they ain't knowing the code By the foes I was told, either focus or fold Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors So we can cop clothes and roll in a Rolls Now I roll in a Olds, with windows that don't roll Down the roads where cars get broken and stole These are the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove On the corners Hook: (Kanye West) I wish I could give you this feelin' I wish I could give this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? (Spoken: The Last Poets) We overstated, we underrated, we educated The corner was our time when time stood still and Gators and snakeskins and Yellow and pink and Powder blue profiles glorifying them Verse 2: (Common) Street lights and deep nights, cats tryin' to eat right Ridin' no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet right Desires of street life, cars and weed types Its hard to breathe nights, days are thief-like The beasts roam the streets, the police is Greek-like Game that is deep, we speak and believe hype Banged in the streets has cop left for deep life (?) Its steep life, coming up where niggaz is sheep-like Rappers and hoopers, we strive to be like G's with three strikes, seeds that need light Cheese and recite, needs and BE strife The corner, where struggle and greed fight We write songs about wrong cuz its hard to see right Look to the sky, hoping it will bleed light Reality's a bitch, and I heard that she bites The corner Hook: (Kanye West) I wish I could give you this feelin' I wish I could give this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? (Spoken: The Last Poets) The corner was our magic, our music, our politics Fires raised as tribal dances and war cries Broke out on different corners Power to the people Black power Black is beautiful Verse 3: (Common) Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burgers As cats with gold permanents, move they bags as herbalists The dirt isn't just fertile, its people workin' and earnin' this The curb getters go where the cats flow and the current is Its so hot that niggaz burn to live The furnace is, whether money movin', the determined live We talk shit, play lotto, and buy German beers Its so black packed with action that's affirmative The corners Hook: (Kanye West) I wish I could give you this feelin' I wish I could give this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? (Spoken: The Last Poets) The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge Our Taj Mahal, our monument Our testimonial to freedom, to peace, and to love Down on the corner |
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from Common - The Corner [single] (2005)
Verse 1:(Common)
Memories on corners with the fo's and the mo's Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes Got uncles that smoke, and some put blow up they nose To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows In they socks and they soles, niggaz holdin' they rolls Corners leave souls opened and closed, hopin' for mo' We know where to go, niggaz rollin' in droves They shoot the wrong way, cuz they ain't know and they goes The streets ain't safe cuz they ain't knowing the code By the foes I was told, either focus or fold Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors So we can cop clothes and roll in a Rolls Now I roll in a Olds, with windows that don't roll Down the roads where cars get broken and stole These are the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove On the corners Hook: (Kanye West) I wish I could give you this feelin' I wish I could give this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? (Spoken: The Last Poets) We overstated, we underrated, we educated The corner was our time when time stood still and Gators and snakeskins and Yellow and pink and Powder blue profiles glorifying them Verse 2: (Common) Street lights and deep nights, cats tryin' to eat right Ridin' no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet right Desires of street life, cars and weed types Its hard to breathe nights, days are thief-like The beasts roam the streets, the police is Greek-like Game that is deep, we speak and believe hype Banged in the streets has cop left for deep life (?) Its steep life, coming up where niggaz is sheep-like Rappers and hoopers, we strive to be like G's with three strikes, seeds that need light Cheese and recite, needs and BE strife The corner, where struggle and greed fight We write songs about wrong cuz its hard to see right Look to the sky, hoping it will bleed light Reality's a bitch, and I heard that she bites The corner Hook: (Kanye West) I wish I could give you this feelin' I wish I could give this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? (Spoken: The Last Poets) The corner was our magic, our music, our politics Fires raised as tribal dances and war cries Broke out on different corners Power to the people Black power Black is beautiful Verse 3: (Common) Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burgers As cats with gold permanents, move they bags as herbalists The dirt isn't just fertile, its people workin' and earnin' this The curb getters go where the cats flow and the current is Its so hot that niggaz burn to live The furnace is, whether money movin', the determined live We talk shit, play lotto, and buy German beers Its so black packed with action that's affirmative The corners Hook: (Kanye West) I wish I could give you this feelin' I wish I could give this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? (Spoken: The Last Poets) The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge Our Taj Mahal, our monument Our testimonial to freedom, to peace, and to love Down on the corner |
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from Common 5집 - Electric Circus (2002)
(feat. Sonny of P.O.D.)
[Common] Yo! [Chorus] (x8) Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! [Common] Blood and magic dripping from me True thugs and addicts I grip an entry Enter this game with tricks and envy I forget game to remain an emcee Rooms in this mind that's still empty, only fufilled through prophecy You stoppin me, you see I'm tryin to catch this plane You must be slow nigga, catch your brain It's fresh, but it is some stress and pain Got hos?, Ho nigga respect the game I talked to cab drivers about the fast lane And Islam, masters and shakras? and beyond Think about the hustle and somehow I see by But what led it to the concrete, BS be strong You was at your hardest when you didn't even try Live like a bitch, to bitch you gonna die [Chorus] (x4) Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! [Common] Mercury and retrograde, I'm trying to get niggas in the ghetto paid While they watch pornos and Escalades, away from floats and the dope in sex parades Somebody screamin in my mind, I'm tryin to find if it's me Or voices on the master, they desgin to be free Same revolt, can't be found on TV, or radio, its livin in me Hey lady, that smoke is bothering me If I put it in your eye, ashes you would cry All this rap talk is blowing my high I just came to chill and build with my guy I try to walk but I stumble off the humble path This story of a pimp stick that became a staff You got it, you gotta know where to aim the Mag Art and oppinions are made to clash [Chorus] (x4) Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! [Common] Out of body hard to explain, like the pyramids and gods I remain I know pain, like Kurt Cobain, or ain't I playin hurt the whole game Dig it to the Earth's brain for worst gain Focused like young blood on his first chain I used to write shit to please niggas Now I write shit to freeze niggas Whether iced out, or American Pie sliced out I sit in the room with the lights out Whether diced out, or with their hair spliced out I sit alone in the room with the lights out screamin [Chorus] (x8) Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! |
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from Common 5집 - Electric Circus (2002)
Artist: Common
Album: Electric Circus Song: Star 69 (PS with Love) Typed by: rick2234@aol.com * * send corrections to the typist Let's do it now, it's me and you Close my eyes Erotica, I'm seein' you Listen to me wishin' I could be with you To share my love and ecstasy with you Are you alone? Is your shorty sleep? Hold on. That's okay, ignore the beep For you, my love is immortal deep You are my queen but I can't ignore the freak Let's let our bodies talk and our auras speak Hold on, gotta get the toiletries As our waters reach distances unheard of I'm in the room nestled sweet and I observe love Only for you, I ask God to show me the truth What he showed me was you Wherever I go, my soul leads to you Days gone, nights lonely for you Erotica - Wet dreams are on my mind Erotica - Can I come in your mind? Erotica - Oh yes, our love must shine Erotica - Wish on star 69 Erotica - Wish on star 69 Erotica-ca-ca - Wish on star 69 Erotica-ca-ca Wish on star 69, erotica... So much I wish you were here with me now My bad, I just hit redial I want you to come and never leave now Is your mind and your right hand free now? Our love-reach deep down inside of it As the candle burns where desire's lit Makin' love knows no distance or environment When we (ahh), feel the most high in it I feel you touchin' me and I begin to rise from it Your love is stuck in me Our minds are so alive and thick Picture my hands on your waist As I stare in your face Your mouth half open Your love I can taste Embracin' you Life: I let go Gotta switch phones 'cause this one is ghetto Another level of love we create when we take it to And when it's made, Erotica, it's made for you Erotica - Wet dreams are on my mind Erotica - Can I come in your mind? Erotica - Oh yes, our love must shine Erotica - Wish on star 69 Erotica - Wish on star 69 Erotica-ca-ca - Wish on star 69 Erotica-ca-ca Slave to your loneliness "Slave to your loneliness..." Inside of loneliness "Inside this (alt we bear)" With love of loneliness "With thoughts of loneliness" Enslaved by loneliness I want you to come Inside your mind And find a place Nasty and kind This is where our desires grind And where they peak Is most divine A place and time I hope we reach together You are my queen And freak forever I feel you in-side my stomach My body shakes... Erotica - Wet dreams are on my mind Erotica - Can I come in your mind? Erotica - Oh yes, our love must shine Erotica - Wish on star 69 Erotica - Wish on star 69 Erotica-ca-ca - Wish on star 69 Erotica-ca-ca (*repeats and fades out*) |
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Yeah... ohhh... (3x)
[Bilal - Chorus] Ohhh... Everything's gone be alright If you play your cards right Everything's gone be alright... [Common - Verse 1] It's do or die, your looking through the eye of a revolver I revolve around the world, a problem solver Alter your ego, and the way your walkin' Talk to people, still I stay regal Read through the bullshit Sometime to make peace, you need a full clip Roll dice with niggas who got bricks at a good price Talk shit, give good advice, rollin' through the 'hood right It's the good life, like T.I. said Gettin' it, how could I not be fed Get bread, get dough, get fed, get mo' In the old school Lincoln, thinking I sit low Let problems burn slow away I yearn for the day that it won't go gray Remember we were kings, back in the day Still can be, depending on the cards you play [Bilal - Chorus 1 (repeat 2x)] If you play (if you play), your cards right (cards right) Everything... gone be alright (well... alright (3x)) [Common - Verse 2] I ain't playin' with a full deck The government won't let me get a full check I'm taxin' marks, I got more heart than clubs The black spade, givin' 'em darker love Make 'em strip, like poker poker mag in his face You tried to smoke my ace, you know the stakes It's high like the ace is Get your squad face down like cards, before they get a facelift You get robbed, better yet jacked for diamonds Leave you victimless, like Jack in "Shining" Blocked your bluff, now your respect is stolen Took your chips, led my guys in Texas Hold 'Em Rolled the strips of Vegas, with money boss players Stacey Adams of different flavors, we major Gangstas and hustles, living moviestar life Dealt a bad hand, but I played my cards right [Bilal - Chorus 1 (repeat 2x)] If you play (if you play), your cards right (cards right) Everything... gone be alright (well... alright (3x)) [Bilal - Chorus 2 (repeat 2x)] Ohh... If you play (if you play), your cards right (cards right) Everything's... gone be alright (well... alright (3x)) [Bilal - Accapella] Yeah... Ohhh... Everything's gone be alright, if you play your cards right Everything's gone be alright... |
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from Common 7집 - Finding Forever (2007)
Now let's start the show show Step out of the cold cold We come from the Go Go To the top of the globe globe The pimps and the hoes hoes The Folks and the Stones Stones Whoever you ride fo' we back for some mo' Get back to the show show you know Ladies and gentlemen the C O double M O N Synonym for fresh truth is the emb lem Hardcore since I was next door to Clem and them Cold as the winter when fake niggaz was shiverin Shakin in they Timberlands you was played as Bennigans Hot for a minute now you just a 'remember him I been a Master since P was No Limit in Stick a sayin no gimmick and no mimickin Q infinitin down old blocks are bendin in Yellin Fuck Tha Police like Ren and them Pelican brief these niggaz on who I be Before the paper and the fame niggaz knew Rashid Noble like Dru Al many have come but few have been chose to be a true MC You sing along wit it inside you knowin it's wack Young who I don't need a openin act Now let's start the show show Step out of the cold cold We come from the Go Go To the top of the globe globe The pimps and the hoes hoes The Folks and the Stones Stones Whoever you ride fo' we back for some mo' Get back to the show show you know Let let le le le le le let's go It's a festival in hip hop we do it non stop Pop your bottles Chicago niggaz do it in staccato Choppin notes for my homies fuck a motto And Farragamo shoes givin dudes the model Think fast drive slow survival is the throttle Your live show is hollow shoulda kept it local Rappin over vocals soundin soft as JoJo With twelve monkeys on stage it's hard to see who's a gorilla You was better as a drug dealer Feel the passion of this B boy rational Half of it is what you say and half is style Guess it's time for you to stop cashin now It's over folks tell your guys to put the glasses down Masters now verses touch the youth like a Catholic priest Performances keep me stackin the sheets Now let's start the show show Step out of the cold cold We come from the Go Go To the top of the globe globe The pimps and the hoes hoes The Folks and the Stones Stones Whoever you ride fo' we back for some mo' Get back to the show show you know 'And you say Chi City let's go Chicago 'Yo y'all can make more noise than that Get live y'all get live y'all ah get live y'all Ah get live y'all ay y'all can get louder than that Louder LOUDER |
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from Common 7집 - Finding Forever (2007)
Yeah, this for the people
This is street radio, for unsung hero Ridin in they regal, tryin' to stay legal My daughter found Nemo, I found the new Premo 'Ye you know how we do, we do it for the people And the struggles of the brothas and the folks With lovers under dope, experiment to discover hopes Scuffle for notes, the rougher I wrote, times was harder Went from rocky starter to a voice of a martyr While white folk focus on dogs and yoga My people on the low end tryin to ball and get over Lyrics are like liquor for the fallen soldiers From the bounce to the ounce, it's all our culture Everyday we hustlin, tryin' to get them custom rims Law we ain't trustin them, thick broads we lustin them Sick and tired of punchin it, I look on the bus at them When I see them struggling, I think how I'm touchin them The days, have come Now we, are one Just take, your time And then, you'll find This is street radio, for unsung hero Ridin in they regal, tryin to stay legal My daughter found Nemo, I found the new primo Yeah you know how we do, we do it for the people The people said that I was sharp on TV At the Grammy's, though they tried to India.Arie me Got back stage, and I bumped into Stevie He said no matter what, the people gonna see me Can't leave rap alone the streets need me Hunger in they eyes, is what seems to feed me Inside peace mixed with beef seem to breed me Nobody believe, until I believe me Now I'm on the rise doin business with my guys Visions realize, music affected lives A gift from the skies, to be recognized I'm keeping my eyes on the people, that's the prize The days, have come Now we, are one Just take, your time And then, you'll find This is street radio, for unsung hero Ridin in they regal, tryin to stay legal My daughter found Nemo, I found the new primo Yeah you know how we do, we do it for the people From Englewood to a single hood in Botswana I see the I in We my nigga, yours is my drama Standin in front of the judge with no honor My raps ignite the people like Obama The karma of the streets is needs and takes Sometimes we find peace in beats and breaks Put the bang in the back so the seats can shake Rebel Cadillac music for the people's sake The People The days, have come Now we, are one Just take, your time And then, you'll find |
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from Common 7집 - Finding Forever (2007)
It's this thing now that's drivin' me wild I gotta see what's up before it gets me down It's this thing now that's drivin' me wild I gotta see what's up before it gets me down It's this thing now that's drivin' me wild I gotta see what's up before it gets me down No it's not a mystery it's everything She was the type to watch Oprah and the Today Show Be on the treadmill like 'Okay go Had a body A body that you can't pay fo That mean she had some Ds on her but they wasn't fake though Had a drive for a drive for Rodeo She spent pesos on those Lebeaus Spin class at the gym strip tease on a pole She was so obsessed with her body and clothes To every party she goes tryin hard to be chose They say it's hard for a pimp but extra hard for these Readin Us and People Mag tryna get the scoop Chasin a actor for a Bentley Coupe She been through the ball player from the Clippers then came the pumps All thinkin she number one where she was just a jumpoff Doin all she can for a man and a baby Drivin herself crazy like the astronaut lady It's this thing now that's drivin' me wild I gotta see what's up before it gets me down It's this thing now that's drivin' me wild I gotta see what's up before it gets me down It's this thing now that's drivin' me wild I gotta see what's up before it gets me down No it's not a mystery it's everything He had paper since we was in we was in high school Pop was a doc mom taught at my school Lock with the rocks in his ears he kept jewels One of the Diddy types da D D Dame Dash dudes Pushed a Maserati Sport readin the Robb Report Wanted to be Mike but he was never live at sports Since golf is in he was on the drivin course To live the rap life is what he was strivin for Spendin cash at the bar to get credit Drinkin Chaundon just because Big said it They say Ye is but dude was big headed Rocked the fur in the summer so somebody'd pet it He had a fetish for shoes that's athletic Pathetic on his MySpace page half nekkid It's a shame what they do for fame and to be respected Joe you coulda got it if you never woulda stressed it It's this thing now that's drivin' me wild I gotta see what's up before it gets me down It's this thing now that's drivin' me wild I gotta see what's up before it gets me down It's this thing now that's drivin' me wild I gotta see what's up before it gets me down No it's not a mystery it's everything They was one of them couples people said they were the it Unbreakable like Bobby and Whit Or Ryan and Reese or Kimora and Russ Relationships can be dead but look live to us I guess we all been through it where we try too much Losin yourself and you're lyin and stuff Wishin for the diamond cuffs in search of a ring Where love is not a mystery it's everything It's this thing now that's drivin' me wild I gotta see what's up before it gets me down It's this thing now that's drivin' me wild I gotta see what's up before it gets me down It's this thing now that's drivin' me wild I gotta see what's up before it gets me down No it's not a mystery it's everything Gets me down Gets me down Gets me down Gets me down Gets me down Gets me No it's not a mystery it's everything |
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from Common 7집 - Finding Forever (2007)
Once the love was strong Now it's long long gone Cause the pain pain now as a storm I would make growing old Cause I want you cause I want you I want you I want you I've been thinking bout I've been thinking bout I've been thinking bout you lately Thoughts take me to when we were close Addicted to your love feel I need another dose I know it's a feeling that should be long gone Things seem to come up when I hear our song Golden brown girl it seemed so long Since I heard your voice where did the king go wrong Emotions that that they linger on I guess cause I never knew a love so strong So many hot girls I need your warm The taste of your mouth girl I need your warm Good food and love I need your warm This here was made before we were born A dreamer so I'm a keep dreaming on It's kind of like The Breakup with Jen and Vince Vaughn Once the love was strong Now it's long long gone Cause the pain pain now as a storm I would make growing old Cause I want you cause I want you I want you I want you Cause I want you cause I want you I want you I want you They say you don't know know know what you got Till what u got is gone Yeah I write such and such yo a lot but the feelings not as strong We were like 2 birds that were able to fly I try to pick the right words to say to the sky Some days I would try but wasn't able to cry I never been good at saying goodbye I take a deep breath when the times is hard When I reminisce over you my God I spent many years trying to be the heartthrob I guess it's only right that I got my heart robbed The scent of a room that reminds me of you A hint of perfume it reminds me of you Take a look at the moon it reminds me of you Hope the stars and the gods align me and you Once the love was strong Now it's long long gone Cause the pain pain now as a storm I would make growing old Cause I want you cause I want you I want you I want you Cause I want you cause I want you I want you I want you We do what we do and we do what we live I love this way cause I got it as a kid With so much to give from it I never hid The love that I wrote on the mirror it got smeared My friends say it was a change for the better But I say girl you changed my forever Relationships they can be as strange as the weather Rain or sun we can sing this together Cause I want you cause I want you I want you I want you Cause I want you cause I want you I want you I want you |
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from Common 7집 - Finding Forever (2007)
La la la la la and e'rybody say say La la la la la I know you I know you I know you're thinking thinking that it must be I'm a raw flow cause it never get rusty I ain't gotta say it man dawg trust me Bust somebody head T L C where was we Still rock the prada fore that rock the Starter Niggas out in Georgetown and Magic way harder Thinking back to the projects and they way they tore em all up Like when I do a project and come back and tear the mall up South side South side South side South side South side South side South side Side of the Chi The broads the cars the half moon the stars I'm like Jeff Fort the way I get behind bars Burn cd's with no regard for the stars Come to the grip with conflict diamonds and the arts Back in 94 they call me Chi town's Nas Now them niggas know I'm one of Chi town's gods We even yo you're still talking no cause A conscious nigga with mac like Steven Jobs South side South side South side South side South side South side South side Side of the Chi Your fly is open McFly The crowd is open I think I know why I'm back from the future seen it with my own eyes And yep I'm still the future of the Chi Back in college I had to get my back up off the futon I knew that I couldn't cop a coup with no coupons Look at that neutron on his green like two dimes People asking him Do you have any grey poupon South side South side South side South side South side South side South side Side of the Chi You in the building but the buildings falling You wouldn't be ballin if your name is Baldwin My mind get flooded I think about New Orleans Back in school ya'll niggas you should call in August Summer sun it goes down but I'm still revolving Southside bout to walk it out I still get crawling If rap was Harlem I be James Baldwin With money in the bank like G Rap we're calling South side South side South side South side South side South side South Side of Side With niggas masked up like Phantom of the Opera Dreaming of the day they push a phantom to the operas Can't wait till they say Yeah he ran up at the Oscars Poppa I heard his life is like a movie Like when Em' played him and Mekhi played a rasta Mexican don't love it like it was for La Raza But this is for the mobstere Holla We some true chi town legends accept no imposters South side South side South side South side South side South side South side Side of the Chi Uh the un American idol tower like the Eiffel Lean wit it rock wit it back like the disciples Know when to use a bible and when to use a rifle You rap like you should be on the back of a motorcycle Caught a case of robbery and Beat It like Michael Your career is a typo mine was written like a haiku I write to Do the Right Thing like Spike do Do crime fixed is crucial and trauma is psycho South side South side South side South side South side South side South side of side La la la la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la la La la la la la la la We're coming from the scratches spice it up Ya might have to spice it up Spice it up spice it up Take your life and Yo we're coming from the We're coming from the and this concludes our Chicago show Please stay tuned |
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from Common 7집 - Finding Forever (2007)
[Chorus]
It's only right that I address this. Gotta be in it to win it. I never come lame type chillin in the game. Now get busy [Verse One] Raised by game Where niggas ain't fazed by fame. Come to the crib, get banged, they take your chain. Stay in your lane Broke back ain't the way of the game. My brainstorm is like a stay in the rain. My favorite was Kane, now I'm dope with weight in the game You was hot but can ya stand the flame. Ghetto pain and windows crack. The fist is like a symbol for black Can tell the real by how the interact In the middle of whack my soul stick to a track Kickback records get kicked to the back I want big cribs and my man Ronnie to get his Child in a good school and know what her gift is It's global warming, the world is shifting Watching Sweet Sixteen, Bithin-ass rich kids who don't know in life you gotta go the distance Whether yoga or doja, we all get lifted in the game. [Chorus] [Verse Two] I never kissed that ass of the masters I'm the black molasses Thick and I last Past these rap bastards They try to box me in like Cassius Clay Hey I'm like Muhammad when he fasted Opposing the fascist Got cuts and got gashes, scratches over third eyelashes Punchlines are like jab hits to rappers Whose careers now ashes It's too many slashes in their name Came in the game From weak lines to clothing lines to an actress I seen em dashing smash hits I yell run nigga run While I cook up classics The weak hearted, become Babylon puppets Making it hard for real hustlers Touch the sky now and then, with a lady friend Give thanks to the most that's how the day begins in the game. [Chorus] [Verse Three] I just wanna be like Akeelah, an achiever from the streets of the Chi where some get high for leisure Selling weed out of cleaners From rocks to barber shops and beamers Chicks with blond weaves and strong legs like Serena The demeanor of the Ghetto, to never stay settled Aldermen and corrupt men play Pharaoh Good bring business to the hood like Harold's Find your own, walking by themselves in the street The young die of cancer I stopped eating meat Greet the gods on 87th street like peace Even though it's , got em facing the east The game ain't tasting as sweet Cats flow is still, and his complacent with beats My radio station is deep , so eff em Progression, counting paper and blessings in the game |
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from Common 7집 - Finding Forever (2007)
Can't come around They gon' wanna bring you down No one knows just what's inside Doing dope and doing time Why they messing with your mind Black maybe I heard a white man's yes Is a black maybe I was delivered in this world As a crack baby Hard for me to pay attention And I act crazy Gotta get over from the tip I watch the fat lady sing and song On how we guerillas in warfare And I'm the kingest kong They say we dreamin wrong Them same strips that them older cats lingered on Now the walgreens is gone Hope is killed fiends are born We leanin on a wall that ain't that ain't stable Its hard to turn on the hood that made you To leave We afraid to the same streets that raised you Can aid you What other black births came suit the rage up in harlem and the southside Brothers is starving with there mouth wide open Floating across state got the workout plans so they can move weight The fate of the black man woman and child maybe Can't come around They gon' wanna bring you down No one knows just what's inside Doing dope and doing time Why they messing with your mind Black maybe Can't come around They gon' wanna bring you down No one knows just what's inside Doing dope and doing time Why they messing with your mind Black maybe He had game since he used to hoop at chattum Neither the ghetto nor defenders could trap him The stones had his back and they'd pat him He was living a life they couldn't fathom Colleges getting at him with all type of scholarships Even if he went they knew he'd leave college quick For the pros the one from the hood that was chose The black rose that grew in the jungle But humble stud still had rumble in his blood Women all around giving him trouble love You know the love when you up they down Cause you wrap a ball they round Your win is their crown Dudes in the circle he known for years Shared beers and cheers but chose different careers when paper and fame came they ain't know how to react Them same studs shot him in the back Now that's black maybe Can't come around They gon' wanna bring you down No one knows just what's inside Doing dope and doing time Why they messing with your mind Black maybe Can't come around They gon' wanna bring you down No one knows just what's inside Doing dope and doing time Why they messing with your mind Black maybe When we talk about black maybe We talk about situations Of people of color and because you are that color You endure obstacles and opposition And not all the time from from other nationalities Sometimes it come from your own kind Or maybe even your own mind You get judged you getlaughed at you get looked at wrong You get sighted for not being strong The struggle of just being you The struggle of just being us black maybe black maybe Can't come around They gon' wanna bring you down No one knows just what's inside Doing dope and doing time Why they messing with your mind Black maybe |
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from Common 7집 - Finding Forever (2007)
Ohhh ohhhh I wanna get closerrrrrr to you baby Ohhhh ohhhh ohhhh Ohhhh ohhhh ohhhh You have come so far You've got so far to go Yeah You have come so far You've got so far to go OHHHHHHHHHHH Sweetheart you know that you most Important at least on the West Coast Huh I'm just trippin it's somethin about your throat You think different and understand how I float Got cribs on both Coasts But I'm a Chicago getter You Get Down but you ain't a Golddigger You got the soul with the figure to match Your girlfriend said Yo that dude is a catch Creative with the gifts plus he hit it from the back Ugh And places we ain't supposed to We make the music baby you on the vocals International lover I never stay local Go to places that you never been Beautiful outside even better when it's in You have arrived girl you can come again C'mon You have come so far You've got so far to go Say it again You have come so far You've got so far to go OHHHHHHHHHHH You sexy I know brothers try to spit to you But I'm the only one that can get to you Lifting you my drive is shifting you I opened you free it's like a gift to you I truly am thickly and thankful And as long I'm in your town I'mma stay Faithful Heh You know I can't escape you No matter how far you're still my star You was there when the marks tried to steal my car Snappin' with me that's just how real you are Sophisticated woman you understand a man You don't call all the time just to see where I am Put a G in your hand make sure you're livin' alright Makin' love is me and I'mma give it all night Turn over in the morning make it warmer and better Long as we can be we can come together C'mon You have come so far You've got so far to go I don't believe you heard me baby You have come so far You've got so far to go Go on go on then Go on go on girl Go on go on go on baby Go on baby Go on baby Go on baby Go on Ahhhhhhhhhh You have come so far You've got so far to go You have come so far You've got so far to go You have come so far You've got so far to go You have come so far You've got so far to go |
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from Common 7집 - Finding Forever (2007)
Oo we you break my heart but I'll be there beside you Oo we you break my heart but I'll be there beside you Oo we you break my heart but I'll be there beside you With lots of love to give you love to give you you love to give you love to give It was a dream day Met her on spring break look like the type that be like no habla engle she said you look like you rap where's your bling'e and yours clothes is tight but you dont seem gay I said naw thats dude from NSYNC'e She wasnt married kept her ring on her pinky She said you know I dont be datin' rappers I said I got my SAG card baby I'm an actor Oo we you break my heart but I'll be there beside you Oo we you break my heart but I'll be there beside you Oo we you break my heart but I'll be there beside you With lots of love to give give it uh give give it uh give give it uh give give it uh give give it uh give give it uh See her again at All Star weekend she didnt have tickets and she ain't into hoopers she was there to kick it with her roommate who was a video vixen spend so much on outfits she's about to get evicted said 'I'm married to this rap shit looking for a mistress' you can be by my side like flavor and deelicious long as you ain't scared of the kitchen and the dishes she said 'you one of them fishes I know your mind switches and Oo we you break my heart but I'll be there beside you Oo we you break my heart but I'll be there beside you Oo we you break my heart but I'll be there beside you With lots of love to give give it uh give give it uh give give it uh give give it uh give give it uh give give it uh Time revolve we fell in love as crazy as Nas and them broads were textin cuz I stop calling them I met the parents watch the game with her father and questions of marriage and I start dodging them what happen to me happens to lots of men get deep in love and then your needing some oxygen as far as wives I was thinking like Solomon she said 'there you go breakin my heart again Oo we you break my heart but I'll be there beside you she said 'don't break my heart Oo we you break my heart but I'll be there beside you she said 'don't break my heart Oo we you break my heart but I'll be there beside you With lots of love to give give it uh give give it uh give give it uh give give it uh give give it uh give give it uh Oo we you break my heart but I'll be there beside you Oo we you break my heart but I'll be there beside you Oo we you break my heart but I'll be there beside you With lots of love to give give it uh give give it uh give give it uh give give it uh give give it uh give give it uh |
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from Common 7집 - Finding Forever (2007)
Baby you understand me now If sometimes you see that I'm mad No one can always be an angel When everything goes wrong you see some bad Well I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh Lord please don't let me be misunderstood Yeah uh Misunderstood We do this for the people that walk that path Tryna get to their dream yeah uh oh He stood on the corner with the rest of them Though he knew that this corner wasn't the best of him Hard streets and a life that crested him Dirt police domestic beefs that's festerin He knew the President wadn't addressin him Though dead presidents was undressin him Two kids from hot sex no protection and People don't see how AIDS is affectin 'em It get hard to get the get the God question in Can't find a job so you robbin and hustlin He killed marks and sold dope for cousin 'em Can't believe they would be the ones bucking him He on the ground he could feel God touching him He heard the sound of his moms sayin trust in him At heaven's gate saying please Lord let me in Or send me back to tell my people to be better men Misunderstood Cause we are Misunderstood Misunderstood Don't let me be misunderstood I'm just human oh She dancin she dance she dance for them Her body move but her mind was manic'n Thinkin I don't know where they hands have been Relationships with men have been so damagin She thought back to when she was at Howard and Dreams of doing scenes with Terrence Howard and Broadway plays and dancin with Alv and them The ones that make it always ain't the talented Some dreams get lost never to be found again At first strippin seemed so empowerin Most every girl wanna do it now and then But bein meat every day is devourin Cats puttin paper where she put powder and Life would break her now she powderin She was high when she fell down and then Crowd surrounding and heart was poundin and She fell into a deep sleep the siren sounded and Seen bright lights in the midst of clouds and then Talked to God feeling like his child again Said Lord let me live so I can make you proud again Misunderstood misunderstood Misunderstood Misunderstood I'm just human The life we lead will always lead us And we pray that he will never leave us It's the price we pay I guess that's the reason Why my grandma sang we all need Jesus The life we lead will always lead us And we pray that he will never leave us It's the price we pay I guess that's the reason Why my grandma sang we all need Jesus Misunderstood don't let me be misunderstood Misunderstood don't let me be misunderstood I'm just human |
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from Common 7집 - Finding Forever (2007)
Victory won in a world of hennessy and guns Too young for the marches but I remember these drums The stark reality of wars and battles we Fought for ours parted in ghetto tragedy I talk to my aunt named Mattie Lee And recognized importance of family Hand me a joint good music and room to breathe Those that doubt Com' will soon believe Can't judge the weave my lady had one I'm more like a fool for soul and passion The price of gas rises And street life is pumpin' fast lives and I watched Crash and realized that we're all survivors No religion or race could ever describe us My guys do dirt move dirt but never really talk about it Forever begins jus' because I thought about it Living Once Again We Living Then you're gone We Living Then you're gone Living Then you're gone Living Then you're gone Ashes and snow falls I wonder when the roll call for heaven gon' come Forever gon' come It's a cold world and I can never go numb Look fear in the eyes say I'm never gon' run Sooner than later I know the cheddar gon' come For now I write the world letters to better the young On tree by jury together we hung Now we let our chains hang and gang bang to maintain Afghanistan goin' through the same thing It trickles down at each other we aim pain I shoot for stars peace and exclusive cars Through the wire I learned to earn hard Watched gangstas turn God in the midst of War No matter how much I elevate I kiss the floor It was in the wind when she said Dilla was gone That's when I knew we lived forever through song Living Once Again We Living Then you're gone Living Then you're gone Living Then you're gone Living Then you're gone Living Once Again We Living Then you're gone Living Then you're gone Living Then you're gone Living Then you're gone Origin is forever Well well well We are back in the studio again Look at that Hey I don't need no cue cards They got the engineers holdin' up cue cards What that say What that say Oh they say just talk don't sing' Son I bet you feel like you and I've been here Forever 30 years old red eyes Beholding red eyes I see my world's tears Yeah origin is forever Every peak will have 2 values Hopeful eyes in the comfort Of true protection and admiration of the chime That's forever Forever is to strive A place of endearment Forever Forever is what I leave My I self contribution Damn what I'm gon' leave Ok I leave my one and only grain of spiritual sand To universal scales of humanity All humanity Forever is finding a solution to a solution Tsunamis Hurricanes Following the trails of the African slave ships War War and more War Floods Columbine Global Warming Earthquakes Another somebody's done me wrong son Virginia Tech there's not a hole but to Heck We're still did you place your one grain of spiritual sand forever Confusion need a solution Blend and stir stir and blend the part of humanity Sift the ingredients of acknowledgment apology amendment atone We gonna work with the four A's here Forever part Common good is forever God's memory is forever |
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from Entourage (앙투라지) by Entourage [ost] (2007)
La, la, la, la, la ? and e`rybody say
La, la, la, la, la ? I know you, I know you... I know you`re thinking, thinking that it must be Armor All flow cause it never get rusty I aint gotta say it, man dawg trust me Bust somebody head, T.L.C. where was we? Still rock the prada `fore that, rock the Starter Niggas out in Georgetown, and Magic way harder Thinking back to the projects, and they way they tore `em all up Like when I do a project, and come back and tear the mall up [Chorus] We coming from the.. South (side), South (side) South (side), South (side) South (side), South (side) South (side), Side of the Chi The broads, the cars, the half moon, the stars I`m like Jeff Fort the way I get behind bars Burn cd`s with no regard for the stars Come to the grip with conflict, diamonds and the arts Back in `94 they call me Chi-town`s Nas Now them niggas know I`m one of Chi-town`s gods We even yo, you`re still talking no cause A conscious nigga with mac like Steven Jobs [Chorus] Your fly is open, McFly The crowd is open I think I know why I`m back from the future seen it with my own eyes And yep, I`m still the future of the Chi Back in college I had to get my back up off the futon I knew that I couldn`t cop a coup with no coupons Look at that neutron on his green like two dimes People asking him, “Do you have any grey poupon?” [Chorus] You in the building but the buildings falling You wouldn`t be ballin` if your name is Baldwin My mind get flooded I think about New Orleans Back in school, ya`ll niggas you should call in August Summer sun it goes down but I`m still revolving Southside `bout to walk it out, I still get crawling If rap was Harlem, I be James Baldwin With money in the bank like G. Rap, we`re calling [Chorus] With niggas masked up like Phantom of the Opera Dreaming of the day they push a phantom to the operas Can`t wait till they say, “Yeah, he ran up at the Oscars.” Poppa, I heard his life is like a movie Like when Em` played him and Mekhi played a rasta Mexican don`t love it like it was for La Raza But this is for the mobsters, Holla We some true chi-town legends, accept no imposters [Chorus] Uh, the un-American idol, tower like the Eiffel Lean wit it, rock wit it, back like the disciples Know when to use a bible, and when to use a rifle You rap like you should be on the back of a motorcycle Caught a case of robbery, and `Beat It` like Michael Your career is a typo, mine was written like a haiku I write to `Do the Right Thing` like Spike do Do crime fixed is crucial and trauma is psycho [Chorus] La, la, la, la, la, la, la-la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la We`re coming from the...Hey! *scratches*.. spice it up (la, la , la..) Ya might have to spice it up Spice it up, spice it up, Take your life and... Yo, we`re coming from the...Hey! We`re coming from the...Hey! ...and this concludes our Chicago show Please stay tuned |
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from Black Star - Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star (2002)
"What'd you do last night?" "We did umm, two whole cars It was me, Dez, and Main Three right? And on the first car in small letters it said 'All you see is..' and then you know big, big, you know some block silver letters that said '..crime in the city' right?" "It just took up the whole car?" "Yeah yeah, it was a whole car and shit..." [spanish speaking woman] Escuchela.. la ciudad respirando (translation of spanish: Listen to it.. the city breathing) * woman repeats 3X * [spanish speaking woman] Escuchela.. [Mos Def] The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis Shinin, like who on top of this? People was tusslin, arguin and bustlin Gangstaz of Gotham hardcore hustlin I'm wrestlin with words and ideas My ears is picky, seekin what will transmit the scribes can apply to transcript, yo This ain't no time where the usual is suitable Tonight alive, let's describe the inscrutable The indisputable, we New York the narcotic Strength in metal and fiber optics where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips for profits, thirsty criminals take pockets Hard knuckles on the second hands of workin class watches Skyscrapers is collosus, the cost of living is preposterous, stay alive, you play or die, no options No Batman and Robin, can't tell between the cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless With no conscience, back streets stay darkened Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened My eagle talons STAY sharpened, like city lights stay throbbin You either make a way or stay sobbin, the Shiny Apple is bruised but sweet and if you choose to eat You could lose your teeth, many crews retreat Nightly news repeat, who got shot down and locked down Spotlight to savages, NASDAQ averages My narrative, rose to explain this existance Amidst the harbor lights which remain in the distance So much on my mind that I can't recline Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathin Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening Sigh before we die like the last train leaving [Talib Kweli] Breathin in deep city breaths, sittin on shitty steps we stoop to new lows, hell froze the night the city slept The beast crept through concrete jungles communicatin with one another And ghetto birds where waters fall from the hydrants to the gutters The beast walk the beats, but the beats we be makin You on the wrong side of the track, lookin visibly shaken Taken them plungers, plungin to death that's painted by the numbers with Krylon applied pressure, cats is playin God but havin children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it we played against each other like puppets, swearin you got pull when the only pull you got is the wool over your eyes Gettin knowledge in jail like a blessing in disguise Look in the skies for God, what you see besides the smog is broken dreams flying away on the wings of the obscene Thoughts that people put in the air Places where you could get murdered over a glare But everything is fair It's a paradox we call reality So keepin it real will make you casualty of abnormal normality Killers Born Naturally like, Mickey and Mallory Not knowing the ways'll get you capped like an NBA salary Some cats be emceeing to illustrate what we be seeing Hard to be a spiritual being when shit is shakin what you believe in For trees to grow in Brooklyn, seeds need to be planted I'm asking if y'all feel me AND THE CROWD LEFT ME STRANDED My blood pressure boiled and rose, cause New York niggaz actin spoiled at shows, to the winners the spoils go I take the L, transfer to the 2, head to the gates New York life type trife the Roman Empire state [Mos Def and crew] So much on my mind I just can't recline Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline Yo don't the bass ride out like an ancient mating call I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathin Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening Sigh before we die like the last train leaving [spanish speaking woman] Escuchela.. respirando ?? [Common] Yo...on The Amen, Corner I stood lookin at my former hood Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldn't mask it Mixin down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered I coreograph seven steps to heaven And hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leavened Veteran of a cold war It's Chica-I-go for What I know or, what's known So some days I take the bus home, just to touch home From the crib I spend months gone Sat by the window with a clutched dome listenin to shorties cuss long Young girls with weak minds, but they butt strong Tried to call, or at least beep the Lord, but didn't have a touch-tone It's a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on Some of this land I must own Outta the city, they want us gone Tearin down the 'jects creatin plush homes My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones Surrounded by hate, yet I love home Ask my God how he thought travellin the world sound Found it hard to imagine he hadn't been past downtown It's deep, I heard the city breathe in its sleep Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep [Mos Def and crew] So much on my mind I just can't recline Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline Yo how the bass ride out like an ancient mating call I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening Kiss the Ide's goodbye, I'm on the last train leaving |
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from Brown Sugar (브라운 슈가) by Robert Hurst [ost] (2002)
Right here what we gonna do is go back
Way back Ooh... Way back, yeah I met him when I was a A little girl, he gave He gave me poetry And he was my first But in my heart I knew I Wasn't the only one 'Cause when the tables turned He had to break up Whenever I got lonely Or needed some advice He gave me his shoulder His words were very nice But that is all behind me 'Cause now there is no other My love is his and his is mine A friend became the Love of my life You are my friend (yea) Love of my life I can depend Love of my life Without you, baby It feels like I sampled true love But the shit didn't clear Hot dam and i can't be stopped cause i'm lyte mc and i'm light as a rock Well my name is Badu and i rock your world, I'm also known as the Gucci girl. Well i'm super cute and play ain't bad 30 26 36 and 1/2. Hope you realize i got them hazel eyes that'll hypnotize knock you to yo knees make you eat cheese you be so helpless you be beggin me please A freak-freak, y'all, and ya don't stop To the beat y'all and ya don't stop A freak-freak How could it be that it was All just so simple then A teen age lover who said He's just a friend He moved around and we kept In touch through his friend Mike The world was young and he knew We couldn't rush but Whenever I got lonely Or needed some advice He gave me his shoulder His words were very nice But that is all behind me 'Cause now there is no other My love is his and his is mine A friend became the Love of my life You are my friend Love of my life On you I can depend, yeah, yeah Love of my life Without you, baby Feels like I sampled true love, yeah But the shit didn't clear Y'all know how I met her We broke up and got back together To get her back I had to sweat her Thought she roll with bad boys forever in many ways Them boys may be better, to grow I had to let her (Never) She needed cheddar and I understood that Lookin' for cheese, that don't make her a hood rat (Rat) In fact she's a queen to me, her light beams on me I love it when she sings to me It's like that now Love of my life You know you rock my world and Love of my life You be boy and I'll be girl and Love of my life We don't stop until the break of dawn, ooh... Love of my life Ooh, you know you rock my world and Love of my life You be boy and I'll be girl and Love of my life Yeah... |
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from Common 5집 - Electric Circus (2002)
[Intro]
Yeah, for the world! Keep going so you can(yo you can rock on) We keep going so you can (yo you can rock on) We keep going so you can (yo you can rock on) We keep going [Verse 1] Nigga breath can tell by how you rap you don't believe Ain't hungry no mo' so off me you feed I hustle at a speed between greed and need On the streets where intuition and weed are breed Shoot the gift and viff, at the myths uplift My rhyme the clip its like the boom bip to tip(q) In gangways where cats that rhyme the same way Spending nites over Egypt to learn a brave day Paint a picture of the ghetto like JJ You the Ray J Of this rap world I travel the globe with a black girl name Becky Grand like Auto Theft 3 Style so developed the law cant arrest me You walk with blood on your shirt Like Jesse Jackson trying to test the reaction of the people See thru trying to out act Don Cheadle I speak to original Hebrew s you know how we do And bleed thru the needle with truth That needs no preview to proof its in the people And how they react still in the business of smacking Rappers is wack you had a dope track I guess opposites attract my mind state is black Black like bernie mack no cowards soul power in the words we rap [Verse 2] Picks with fist, thick grease, dark nipples My guy buy ice I search for the dark crystal Racing for paper these broads is starter pistols I spit thru gang wars and strange doors Out the sky flames pour the beats claims war I see niggaz with flags who they waving them for? I'm the nigga that you put the chain on the door for The nigga that you started changing the laws for Orator of hard-core and more My raps the portal for the blue collar Than made a hit and came up on a few dollars I'd rather listen to silence then you holla Borrowed your persona from the late that made dear mama My realness is my armor that I wear up in this boy For truth your a decoy Common Sense is like the future of the Bee-boy I fall down and get up like Don McClerken Hit puss and listen to it whistle while I'm trerkin Break it down like herb The nympho of info I'm fucking what you heard You ain't ready for war your stuck in the reserves I mastered my high so I'm bucking at the birds I been wanted to fly so now I do it with the words For those in the fast-lane I show you how to merge Get your own you see its like home grown herb black economics The people we serve with Soul Power |
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from Common 5집 - Electric Circus (2002)
[Common]
Yeah! Yeah! [Common] Nigga deep in the rhythm, experience speak Some keepin’ the wisdom, the life hustlers seek I seeking it with em, i’m dope the streets need me to hit em With some of that (revolutionary rap) Revolutionary blunted rap My peoples want hits, I hit it from the back Under the cherry moon, I hold notes and carry tunes My guise pack heat enough to bury June, on my feet Im getting married soon, walking in the clouds like Mary Bethune Fumes of a real nigga seep into your room Or through fifthteens of the your jeep that you boom Son so many cats, they call me high noon Offerings to Osun hoping war is over soon Guard your grill like George Foreman Time to build, as far as building im the doorman, opening doors My blood I expose on the floors, tell them the game aint only the score Hold on to your life as I carry these styles To have you tapping your head like Darius Miles You aint supposed to rhyme, better off with a clothing line In this business of pimps, many hoes get signed Opposed to shine so me holding the blinds Mixing golden seal and wine, holding a nine In the age of aquaruis... [Chorus] (Singing) The water that arrives (ba-ba ba ba) To purify the world (du-ba ba ba) Flying through the night (du ba-ba ba ba) So watch out here he comes ( du-du ba ba ba) Aquarius! (echoes) [Common] Between churches and liquor stores, my mic leaks With raps, all over your head like Tweet Playing with yourself, thinking the game is just wealth Hot for a minute, watch your name just melt Same spot where it’s joyous, where the pain is felt As you build and destroy yo remain yourself They say im slept on, now im bucking in dreams And rhyme with the mind of a hustler scheme Or the struggle of feinds, I flow over water thats as troubled as teens For the love of the team, trying to double the dream Be greatful like the chruch psalm my grandmother sings Im rubbing my rings across the domes of clones Punchlines like Roy Jones with poems While you and your dogs foam at the mouth Thinking rap is the only way out The black human genius will never play out I take you way out, where you never been before Been it since birth, sent to replish the Eatrh That truck that you roll is like a miniature hearse I deaded your shit before you finished a verse From niggas to gods from bitches to earths From Nat to Truck Turner that lives in my verse Realness is an act that you cannot rehearse Holla back, but listen first We in the age of aquarius... [Chorus] x2 Aquarius! x2 |
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from Common 5집 - Electric Circus (2002)
(feat. Omar and Dart Chillz)
[Common] My eyes watch God from a place Where times is hard, hard times we embrace Everybody want a yard, cuz a yard means space Being broke is odd and leaves an odd taste In the mouth of the metropolitan The hustle is hollarin' Beautiful minds grind, grind for the dollarin' Whether dice scholarin' or white collarin' We all taught hustle to prophet like Solomon The young play corners, Sean Jean modelin' They get it from they momma, black music is fatherin' Blue and whites flash lights like parliment In court non-whites, wishin' they had Cocharan Tell your guy and them, yo the blocks hot again Aunties walking to liquor stores in moccasains My guy got a gig, on the side he barberin' Married a foreign chick so she could get a green card up in the hustle [Chorus] [Common] Just put it in your back and hustle The paper's stacked so hustle [Omar] Gon'! - Gon' get it and get me that Gon'! - Gon' get it and get me that [Common] Just move, and shake, and grind and hustle It's on your mind so hustle [Omar] Gon'! - Gon' get it and get me that Gon'! - Gon' get it and get me that [Dart Chillz] First to the third, I'm close to the curb Toast to the bird, now I'm posted to serve Heard is a verb when you pour dirt on the floor Bill collecters and the roaches working your nerves It's a ghetto truck for a ghetto boy To get in them ghetto streets and get him a ghetto toys So he can come so just work murder rate is increasin' I don't give a fuck long as my coke is decent And my rims blind the whole damn precinct Everytime you see a head in my lap you know she sinked I know I'm dead in this trap, that's not how we think Fifty shells all around on the ground, can't catch a weak blink Five went through me, two stayed in me to do my duty Only thing that subdued me Two weeks, same corner, new freaks New geese, all white AND 1's new sneaks [Chorus] [DJ Joe Sinista scratches bridge] "Can't knock the hustle!" "The Hustle!" "I'm in" "Im in" "I'm in too deep" "deep to sleep!" "Can't knock the hustle!" "The hustle!" "Caught up in the hustle!" "I'm gettin' high" "Can't knock the hustle!" "The Hustle!" "I'm in" "Im in" "I'm in too deep" "deep to sleep!" "Can't knock the hustle!" "The hustle!" "Gotta hustle up!" "I got to have it, have it...have it" (echos out) [Common] Some rhyme, some throw shows, some sow clothes Some hobo at the junction inbetween cars Some enter in functions inbetween stars Some teach, some preach saying they seen God Some put they money up, against me odds Flippin' real estate yo, stocks and bonds Dreams of rollin El Derado's bumpin' El DeBarge Whatever the dreams, stay on ya deem the world is ours, its the hustle [Chorus] - repeat 2X [DJ Joe Sinista] "Gotta hustle up!" "Stay hustlin'!" "Gotta hustle up!" "Stay hustlin'!" "Gotta hustle up!" "Stay hustlin'!" "Gotta hus-" "hustle up!" "Stay hustlin' hustlin' hustlin'!" (echoes out) |
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from Common 5집 - Electric Circus (2002)
[Intro]
[Common:] It’s just a fly love song, what [Mary J:] Mmmmm [Common:] It’s just a fly love song, what [Verse: Common] Are we living in a dream world? Are your eyes still green girl? I know your sick and tired of arguing But you can’t keep it bottled in Jealousy, we got to swallow it Your heart and mind baby follow it Smile, happiness you could model it And when you feel opposite I just want you to know Your whole being is beautiful Im going to do the best I can do Cause i’m the best when i’m with you [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] Come close to me baby Let your love hold you I know this world is crazy What’s it without you [Verse: Common] Put down your bags love I know in the past love Has been sort of hard in you But I see the God in you I just want to nurture it Though this love may hurt a bit We dealing wit this water love You even give my daughter love I want to build a tribe wit you Protect and provide for you Truth is I can’t hide from you The pimp in me May have to die with you [Chorus] [Bridge] I know what you’re thinking, you’re on my mind You’re right, you’re right, you’re right You promise so fast you just might take flight Hope your not tired, tonight, tonight [Verse: Common] You help me to discovery me I just want you to put trust in me I kind of laugh when you cuss at me The aftermath is you touching me It’s destiny to we connected girl You and i we can affect the world I’m tired of the fast lane I want you to have my last name [Chorus] [Bridge] (2x) |
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from Common 5집 - Electric Circus (2002)
Artist: Common f/ Laetitia Sadier
Album: Electric Circus Song: New Wave Typed by: mejiac19@aol.com Yeah! The war zone. Who you fighting for? [Verse 1: Common] It’s funk to rhythm and punk to rock loud like shot that come from a glock Pick up your mind, run from the spot Revolution jumping in the parking lot Shit is so hot that the sun watch Children by the window with the gun cocked they could get robbed and stop the luck (?) Monkeys dance around for MTV spots I lock into a.... rock into a rhythm of street and ancient wisdom Experiment in stereo loud so crank the system For the humble on the path I paint a vision How far will a nigga go just for attention And to be remembered, you forgot the mission Listen! [Chorus: Laetitia Sadier] All traces of life in our gats we carry that’s used to dress humanity (Common: it’s a New Wave, Come on!) [Sung in French] All traces of life in our gats we carry that’s used to dress humanity (Common: it’s a New Wave, Dig it!) [Sung in French] This life is precious it’s goddamn? marvelous before it ever ends (Common: it’s a New Wave, Come on!) This life is precious it’s goddamn? marvelous before it ever ends (Common: Come on! Come on!) [Verse 2: Common] I lay terror in this era like Che Guevera for the people to make or wait it’s better in a room called real I stay forever Everyday I lose something I gain forever Meditate on how I can change the weather My brainstorm for some it’s like (?) umbrella where bullets and lies both spray together My mind scream like Al Green |
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from Common 5집 - Electric Circus (2002)
Let's do it now, it's me and you
Close my eyes Erotica, I'm seein' you Listen to me wishin' I could be with you To share my love and ecstasy with you Are you alone? Is your shorty sleep? Hold on. That's okay, ignore the beep For you, my love is immortal deep You are my queen but I can't ignore the freak Let's let our bodies talk and our auras speak Hold on, gotta get the toiletries As our waters reach distances unheard of I'm in the room nestled sweet and I observe love Only for you, I ask God to show me the truth What he showed me was you Wherever I go, my soul leads to you Days gone, nights lonely for you Erotica - Wet dreams are on my mind Erotica - Can I come in your mind? Erotica - Oh yes, our love must shine Erotica - Wish on star 69 Erotica - Wish on star 69 Erotica-ca-ca - Wish on star 69 Erotica-ca-ca Wish on star 69, erotica... So much I wish you were here with me now My bad, I just hit redial I want you to come and never leave now Is your mind and your right hand free now? Our love-reach deep down inside of it As the candle burns where desire's lit Makin' love knows no distance or environment When we (ahh), feel the most high in it I feel you touchin' me and I begin to rise from it Your love is stuck in me Our minds are so alive and thick Picture my hands on your waist As I stare in your face Your mouth half open Your love I can taste Embracin' you Life: I let go Gotta switch phones 'cause this one is ghetto Another level of love we create when we take it to And when it's made, Erotica, it's made for you Erotica - Wet dreams are on my mind Erotica - Can I come in your mind? Erotica - Oh yes, our love must shine Erotica - Wish on star 69 Erotica - Wish on star 69 Erotica-ca-ca - Wish on star 69 Erotica-ca-ca Slave to your loneliness ""Slave to your loneliness..."" Inside of loneliness ""Inside this (alt we bear)"" With love of loneliness ""With thoughts of loneliness"" Enslaved by loneliness I want you to come Inside your mind And find a place Nasty and kind This is where our desires grind And where they peak Is most divine A place and time I hope we reach together You are my queen And freak forever I feel you in-side my stomach My body shakes... Erotica - Wet dreams are on my mind Erotica - Can I come in your mind? Erotica - Oh yes, our love must shine Erotica - Wish on star 69 Erotica - Wish on star 69 Erotica-ca-ca - Wish on star 69 Erotica-ca-ca (*repeats and fades out*) |
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from Common 5집 - Electric Circus (2002)
[Common]
Yeah! Hah! Yeah, we got, come on Y'all cats know the abstract nigga with the attitude Pass the booze, and let's build on it I'm rolling in a Cadillac with the grill fronted I ain't even smoke no mo' but I feel blunted Yo I'm tokin on the freedom Stepping to the A.M., cats be tokin in the P.M. Tell the players I'm the G.M. Told my team let me get my plays straight, I'ma feed them They need me like I need them See the streets is bleedin Had to meet with my mind and ? to be defined and Stay on my climb I'm grind - ing, 'til I get blue balls Everyday, same shit new star Don't make me act like where I come from because he grew tall There's a place that to run from it if you neu - tral Hustlers and vogues, customers and smokes I kiss the sky feeling high off the stuff that I wrote [Chorus] (x2) I want to ride in my car, smoke my weed Keep my head high, let the chrome spin I got the right to feel hood I got the right to feel high I got the right to feel hood I got the right to feel high [Common] I'm the only cat in hip hop that can go into a thrift shop Connect, get up to the ghetto and get props If you gonna get that kick-a-box Make sure that ? not If you gonna get that glock don't be scared to big shot Hip Hop is changin, y'all want me to stay the same? Sorta like Barkley on how I see the game I recognize game like a scout Ayo, I'm bound to wreck your lady as I turn your lady out I ain't about that Messing with no other man's women Because of jealousy then a man go under Understand a man and his mental Listening to Joan Mitchell With the fan and the window Can it be so simple then? I rock Rockports, you rock Timberlands I want a Rover, but I'm thinking long range I ain't switch over, I just made my own lane [Chorus] [Common] Like a pimp to a hoe I connect to the track I feel it in my neck and my back A thug came to me, said it changed his life Said the love of his life, he used to bang to the light I'm trying to do better I ain't claiming Mister Right I'm a grown man, I'm too old to fist-fight I stay on point like trick dice Tweeking like the sound man who need to switch mike Sounding bitch like I know the block is hot, but we just can't get ice When our children's children sit nice? I sing the song to make the fiend's strong King Kong ain't got shit on me I train days to rip emcees, I'm peaking But I still gotta get that cheese You on some monkey ball damn chimpanzees Mobbin through the Chi-Town to feel the breeze yo [Chorus] |
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from Common 5집 - Electric Circus (2002)
(feat. Jill Scott)
[Chorus: Jill Scott] Can you speak your words of bedtime I was just saying to myself the other day Most of believing the magician But you're bewitching Because of this I must say I (I) I (oh I) I Appreciate what you give to me Yeah (I) I (oh I) I Appreciate what you give to me [Verse 1: Common] People say I got soul look at all the records I hold The lives I've affected, connect and control With me in your basement, your mama got blown I provide the vibe to keep the strippers on poles Through me the black experience is glorious told From a school that's old bold, so I rock gold And platinum, so cats I hold notes and cash for them On streets I rap for them, in ghettos I blast for them Mash with them, at the party and all Peep the universal language that's embodying all Put the Billie Holiday, Bob Marley in y'all Y'all feel most high when I be in y'all System, with the rhythm I up jump the boogie Shame I rely on record labels to push me Since the bush, I been y'all way to escape Through eight-tracks wax CDs and tapes I am music [Chorus] [Verse 2] You can feel me all over alive, I help culture survive, I opened the eyes of many Styles y'all wrote in the skies, with your lows and highs, open your mind to hear me In the streets I beat cops and obsolete On every station it's hot you can't stop my heat I taught J and Dre how to rock the beat On what's going on today yo, I gots to speak I take the stand, yo you could feel me bam Whether in Larry Graham or Steely Dan Live I be killing it man For how long I survived yo I'm realer than man Got a soft side but I'm still a man For me women cry and children dance, I'm trying to eat I could'a got a mil and ran But like Sly for the fam still I stand I am music [Chorus] [Verse 3] I been here since the beginning Beginning of time yo beginning of time Deep in the mind of the ancient ones Everybody love me like they do the sun I shine at times yo at times I'm dark You can't categorize me, my mind's a art Inside my heart, it ain't about climbing charts I'm the one you roll with when your ride is smart The change that came, the change that comes I change with chords and I kick it with drums Get blow with horns and did it on the one Riffed for guitars, for the Lord I sung Spun around the world at parties and weddings Wherever I go I create the setting You know me from lessons or your pops collections Whether whole or half stepping I'm a blessing Yo I am music [Chorus 2X] |
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from Common 5집 - Electric Circus (2002)
Erykah Badu and Common ( deeply):
Verse 1: Everyone hides thier face, sets behind a mask they wear. Jimi was a rock star searching for that magic place That he could touch in the sky just to get his people high. ohhhhhhhhh (jack!) oh oh ohhhhhh oh oh oh oh ohhhhhhhhh (jack!)(repeat) Verse 2: Life is so, colorful reds, blues and dreams. Jimi lives in a purple haze, in a psychadelic maze. Playing the streets like and instrument: pulling strings wherever he went. Angel sent from the sky just to get his people high. ohhhhhhhhhh (jack!) ohhhhhhh oh oh oh oh ohhhhhhhh (jack!)(repeat) Women all around (ehh da da daaa da) Fast cars and sound (ehh da da daaa da) And freedom he was bound (ehh da da daaa da) Couldn't see the ground (ehh da da daaa da) Jimi come out why dont you set me free?! (set me free) Sooooo high born to fly getting high off his own supply ? Everybody follows the same lord Using his light to guide the way ? ?...try things but few die so young something among Jimi was stung Everyone hides thier face Sets behind a mask they wear (back ground: Jimi come out why dont you set me free?)Till end |
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from Common 5집 - Electric Circus (2002)
Common (talking)
phone rang, screen said caller ID said blocked, but for some reason i decided to answer it. on the other end was a french accent. he told me we needed to rap quick, cause he had did some bad shit, and would be gone for years, spending these last two days, with his momma and his kids when he spoke I wasn't trying to hear it ,cause I knew he was a real good person, and this didn't seem like it was in his spirit. he couldnt believe as much as i couldnt, what he done . he said now its time for him to turn himself in. no longer could he run, from life, from God. start thinkin, why is doing right is so hard. I got back to him when we was inLondon discussin the new testament and how our lives related to it, and how we could make the best of it. my voice became destined, so I asked him why you gotta go. he said you know turn to Matthew 24 he said no one knows the hour, nor do they know the day, but the kingdom is near, don't let anything lead you to stray. as long as God is with you, everything will be okay. so right about then,we decided to pray. Bilal just lyin back makin the smoke disperse a ray.... deep into clouds (deep into clouds) it's makin things appear to me so clearly.... deep in the clouds (deep in the clouds) just lyin back makin the smoke disperse a ray... deep in the clouds (deep in the clouds) it's makin things appear to me so clearly... deep into clouds (yeah,) Ceelo your time is a terrible to waste!!! for it's not one of the...possesions that you can brang to space (yeah, it don't matter) its a challenge, but the chance of seeing, is quite a dream to chase (yes it is) I hope I remind God of him when he sees my face (yeah) he gon see it! Omar (keeps on ) the feeling just keeps on lifting me higher (ever) and its everflowing it's, everflowing (keeps on ) when every thing, puts a smile on my face(ever-flowing, ever-flowing) and i recognize the strong goal but i keep on going, i keep on going (he keeps on going....in the background) i keep on going on!! (he keeps on going echo) Jill Scott hey mighty love, watching over me.... a smile........brillant..... all over .....constantly..... warm .....comforting..... perfect...like ...no..thing no hate..no confusion...no strain simply peace.... simply simply...simply...simply Mary J. Blidge No fear! Heaven is to me no fear of destruction understanding who he is his name is christ!!(yeah) heaven, heaven is to me wisdom, understanding, knowledge (ohh understanding) Erykah Badu streets of gold and pearly gates halos wings all dressed in white-haaaahhhahh, haaaaahhhuuah! angels sing and cymbols glare no ones rich no one's poor haaahhhhuuahh haauaahhaa people dreaming they live free making love while they in love haaaahhhuuahhh haahhuuahh won-der-ful dream wake me when you're home haa! haahhhaa haaaaaaiiiiahahah! Papa Lynn (talkin) Heaven, heaven is being pops heaven is spending the day with your grandchildren listenin to they voices whenand they laughing and play and then at the end of the day we hug we kiss and slowly they walk away and then suddenly they turn and rush back to me and hug me round the knees yeah, that's heaven to me |
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from Common - "Come Close" Remix (Closer) (2003)
[Intro]
[Common:] It’s just a fly love song, what [Mary J:] Mmmmm [Common:] It’s just a fly love song, what [Verse: Common] Are we living in a dream world? Are your eyes still green girl? I know your sick and tired of arguing But you can’t keep it bottled in Jealousy, we got to swallow it Your heart and mind baby follow it Smile, happiness you could model it And when you feel opposite I just want you to know Your whole being is beautiful Im going to do the best I can do Cause i’m the best when i’m with you [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] Come close to me baby Let your love hold you I know this world is crazy What’s it without you [Verse: Common] Put down your bags love I know in the past love Has been sort of hard in you But I see the God in you I just want to nurture it Though this love may hurt a bit We dealing wit this water love You even give my daughter love I want to build a tribe wit you Protect and provide for you Truth is I can’t hide from you The pimp in me May have to die with you [Chorus] [Bridge] I know what you’re thinking, you’re on my mind You’re right, you’re right, you’re right You promise so fast you just might take flight Hope your not tired, tonight, tonight [Verse: Common] You help me to discovery me I just want you to put trust in me I kind of laugh when you cuss at me The aftermath is you touching me It’s destiny to we connected girl You and i we can affect the world I’m tired of the fast lane I want you to have my last name [Chorus] [Bridge] (2x) |
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from Common - "Come Close" Remix (Closer) (2003)
[Intro]
[Common:] It’s just a fly love song, what [Mary J:] Mmmmm [Common:] It’s just a fly love song, what [Verse: Common] Are we living in a dream world? Are your eyes still green girl? I know your sick and tired of arguing But you can’t keep it bottled in Jealousy, we got to swallow it Your heart and mind baby follow it Smile, happiness you could model it And when you feel opposite I just want you to know Your whole being is beautiful Im going to do the best I can do Cause i’m the best when i’m with you [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] Come close to me baby Let your love hold you I know this world is crazy What’s it without you [Verse: Common] Put down your bags love I know in the past love Has been sort of hard in you But I see the God in you I just want to nurture it Though this love may hurt a bit We dealing wit this water love You even give my daughter love I want to build a tribe wit you Protect and provide for you Truth is I can’t hide from you The pimp in me May have to die with you [Chorus] [Bridge] I know what you’re thinking, you’re on my mind You’re right, you’re right, you’re right You promise so fast you just might take flight Hope your not tired, tonight, tonight [Verse: Common] You help me to discovery me I just want you to put trust in me I kind of laugh when you cuss at me The aftermath is you touching me It’s destiny to we connected girl You and i we can affect the world I’m tired of the fast lane I want you to have my last name [Chorus] [Bridge] (2x) |
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from Common - "Come Close" Remix (Closer) (2003)
[Intro]
[Common:] It’s just a fly love song, what [Mary J:] Mmmmm [Common:] It’s just a fly love song, what [Verse: Common] Are we living in a dream world? Are your eyes still green girl? I know your sick and tired of arguing But you can’t keep it bottled in Jealousy, we got to swallow it Your heart and mind baby follow it Smile, happiness you could model it And when you feel opposite I just want you to know Your whole being is beautiful Im going to do the best I can do Cause i’m the best when i’m with you [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] Come close to me baby Let your love hold you I know this world is crazy What’s it without you [Verse: Common] Put down your bags love I know in the past love Has been sort of hard in you But I see the God in you I just want to nurture it Though this love may hurt a bit We dealing wit this water love You even give my daughter love I want to build a tribe wit you Protect and provide for you Truth is I can’t hide from you The pimp in me May have to die with you [Chorus] [Bridge] I know what you’re thinking, you’re on my mind You’re right, you’re right, you’re right You promise so fast you just might take flight Hope your not tired, tonight, tonight [Verse: Common] You help me to discovery me I just want you to put trust in me I kind of laugh when you cuss at me The aftermath is you touching me It’s destiny to we connected girl You and i we can affect the world I’m tired of the fast lane I want you to have my last name [Chorus] [Bridge] (2x) |
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from Common - "Come Close" Remix (Closer) (2003)
(feat. Omar and Dart Chillz)
[Common] My eyes watch God from a place Where times is hard, hard times we embrace Everybody want a yard, cuz a yard means space Being broke is odd and leaves an odd taste In the mouth of the metropolitan The hustle is hollarin' Beautiful minds grind, grind for the dollarin' Whether dice scholarin' or white collarin' We all taught hustle to prophet like Solomon The young play corners, Sean Jean modelin' They get it from they momma, black music is fatherin' Blue and whites flash lights like parliment In court non-whites, wishin' they had Cocharan Tell your guy and them, yo the blocks hot again Aunties walking to liquor stores in moccasains My guy got a gig, on the side he barberin' Married a foreign chick so she could get a green card up in the hustle [Chorus] [Common] Just put it in your back and hustle The paper's stacked so hustle [Omar] Gon'! - Gon' get it and get me that Gon'! - Gon' get it and get me that [Common] Just move, and shake, and grind and hustle It's on your mind so hustle [Omar] Gon'! - Gon' get it and get me that Gon'! - Gon' get it and get me that [Dart Chillz] First to the third, I'm close to the curb Toast to the bird, now I'm posted to serve Heard is a verb when you pour dirt on the floor Bill collecters and the roaches working your nerves It's a ghetto truck for a ghetto boy To get in them ghetto streets and get him a ghetto toys So he can come so just work murder rate is increasin' I don't give a fuck long as my coke is decent And my rims blind the whole damn precinct Everytime you see a head in my lap you know she sinked I know I'm dead in this trap, that's not how we think Fifty shells all around on the ground, can't catch a weak blink Five went through me, two stayed in me to do my duty Only thing that subdued me Two weeks, same corner, new freaks New geese, all white AND 1's new sneaks [Chorus] [DJ Joe Sinista scratches bridge] "Can't knock the hustle!" "The Hustle!" "I'm in" "Im in" "I'm in too deep" "deep to sleep!" "Can't knock the hustle!" "The hustle!" "Caught up in the hustle!" "I'm gettin' high" "Can't knock the hustle!" "The Hustle!" "I'm in" "Im in" "I'm in too deep" "deep to sleep!" "Can't knock the hustle!" "The hustle!" "Gotta hustle up!" "I got to have it, have it...have it" (echos out) [Common] Some rhyme, some throw shows, some sow clothes Some hobo at the junction inbetween cars Some enter in functions inbetween stars Some teach, some preach saying they seen God Some put they money up, against me odds Flippin' real estate yo, stocks and bonds Dreams of rollin El Derado's bumpin' El DeBarge Whatever the dreams, stay on ya deem the world is ours, its the hustle [Chorus] - repeat 2X [DJ Joe Sinista] "Gotta hustle up!" "Stay hustlin'!" "Gotta hustle up!" "Stay hustlin'!" "Gotta hustle up!" "Stay hustlin'!" "Gotta hus-" "hustle up!" "Stay hustlin' hustlin' hustlin'!" (echoes out) |
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from Common - "Come Close" Remix (Closer) (2003)
[Common]
Yeah! Yeah! [Common] Nigga deep in the rhythm, experience speak Some keepin’ the wisdom, the life hustlers seek I seeking it with em, i’m dope the streets need me to hit em With some of that (revolutionary rap) Revolutionary blunted rap My peoples want hits, I hit it from the back Under the cherry moon, I hold notes and carry tunes My guise pack heat enough to bury June, on my feet Im getting married soon, walking in the clouds like Mary Bethune Fumes of a real nigga seep into your room Or through fifthteens of the your jeep that you boom Son so many cats, they call me high noon Offerings to Osun hoping war is over soon Guard your grill like George Foreman Time to build, as far as building im the doorman, opening doors My blood I expose on the floors, tell them the game aint only the score Hold on to your life as I carry these styles To have you tapping your head like Darius Miles You aint supposed to rhyme, better off with a clothing line In this business of pimps, many hoes get signed Opposed to shine so me holding the blinds Mixing golden seal and wine, holding a nine In the age of aquaruis... [Chorus] (Singing) The water that arrives (ba-ba ba ba) To purify the world (du-ba ba ba) Flying through the night (du ba-ba ba ba) So watch out here he comes ( du-du ba ba ba) Aquarius! (echoes) [Common] Between churches and liquor stores, my mic leaks With raps, all over your head like Tweet Playing with yourself, thinking the game is just wealth Hot for a minute, watch your name just melt Same spot where it’s joyous, where the pain is felt As you build and destroy yo remain yourself They say im slept on, now im bucking in dreams And rhyme with the mind of a hustler scheme Or the struggle of feinds, I flow over water thats as troubled as teens For the love of the team, trying to double the dream Be greatful like the chruch psalm my grandmother sings Im rubbing my rings across the domes of clones Punchlines like Roy Jones with poems While you and your dogs foam at the mouth Thinking rap is the only way out The black human genius will never play out I take you way out, where you never been before Been it since birth, sent to replish the Eatrh That truck that you roll is like a miniature hearse I deaded your shit before you finished a verse From niggas to gods from bitches to earths From Nat to Truck Turner that lives in my verse Realness is an act that you cannot rehearse Holla back, but listen first We in the age of aquarius... [Chorus] x2 Aquarius! x2 |
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from Dave Chappelle's Block Party (2006)
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.. |
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from Talib Kweli 2집 - The Beautiful Struggle (2004)
(Intro: Talib Kweli)
Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods (come on) Precious metals round our necks and arms (yea) We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods (come on) Precious metals round our necks and arms (yea) We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods (Hook: Anthony Hamilton) Whatever in your heart is where you want to be My hood is the ghetto Even when you look Its never what you see My hood is the ghetto I've been down before up is just a reach Cause my hood is the ghetto Catch a second wind Then begin again My hood is the ghetto (Verse 1: Common) Black magic in the hood, its tragic but understood Crack addicts, crack windows, crack wood Even whats bad becomes good, status becomes stood Upon the pedestal welcome to the ghetto show Federal buildings, pissy hallways filled with children pushing children Fiends lips peeling, shit seems real and What's real is the estate of mind that we're in The situation feels great My man peels weight, so he can fill plates You might get love but you still feel hate Through and chain plates, we communicate Chicago to brooklyn nigga real ones do relate (Verse 2: Talib Kweli) If lyrics sold then truth be told I'll probably be just as rich and famous as jay-z Truthfully I wanna rhyme like common sense Next best thing I do a record with common sense Cause its the music, its blues, its jazz, its acoustics Soul, rock and roll the hip hop we be producing yea It's the gear, it's the flare, it's the stare Nowadays they'll shot you where they used to shoot the fair Remember the lost soldiers, pour a beer, shoot the air We got our own elected officials, no matter who the mayor I know you know what I'm talking about From New York to the South, take off your shoes when you walk in the house (Hook) (Verse 3: Talib Kweli) Yo I grew up where they're playing skele in the parking lot And sell paintings of Aaliyah, BIG and Pac up in the barbershop Buildings too big so you don't really see the stars a lot But rapping, drinking, and going to prison you see them bars a lot I feel the spirit in the dark and hear it in my heart And always keep my ears to the block till I dearly depart Hip hop is really the art We have to express the part of ourselves that make us want to martyr ourselves It ain't harder to tell when somebody stick you up and put the hammer to you They want them dead presidents like Stickman and Mutulu With a gun to your jaw, these kids don't run anymore Kicks is a hundred or more (Verse 4: Common) A man in front of the store, begging for money and mercy I told him say a prayer under his breath, he cursed me Niggaz is thirsty, I heard it's a drought Up early, serving from their grandmother's house Sometime the ghetto feels desolate, yo the eyes of the hood yo is desperate Effected by the deficit, times and lessons get hard Either get by or get god, but but you try to get by It's like the block keep blocking You try to make moves, its like the car just keep stopping We shorties in the court, need cochran yea I tell them why the weed seeds popping, in the game you need options No time for feet watching, me and kwe keep rocking for the ghetto Hook times 2 |
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from Common 6집 - Be (2005)
I want to be as free as the spirits of those who left
나는 떠나버린 이들의 영혼처럼 자유롭고 싶어 I'm talking Malcom, Coltrane, my man Yusef 예를 들면 Malcolm X, Coltrane, 내 친구 Yusef Through death through conception 죽음과 생각을 통해서 New breath and resurrection 새로 숨을 쉬며 부활해 For moms, new steps in her direction 그것은 엄마들에겐, 앞으로 내딛는 새로운 발걸음 In the right way 올바른 방법으로 Told inside is where the fight lay 싸움이 벌어지는 곳에서 속으로 말을 하고 And everything a nigga do may not be what he might say 우리가 하는 것이 말대로 돌아가지 않을 수 있어 Chicago nights stay, stay on the mind 시카고의 밤은, 밤은 마음 속에 머물러 But I write many lives and lay on these lines 하지만 난 많은 생명을 적어 이 가사에 담아 Wave the signs of the times 시간의 징조를 표현해 Many say the grind's on the mind 많은 이들이 성공은 마음 속에 있다 하지 Shorties blunted-eyed and everyone wanna rhyme 눈을 반쯤 감은 이들, 모두들 라임을 하고 싶어해 Bush pushing lies, killers immortalized Bush는 거짓말을 하고, 킬러는 죽지 않네 We got arms but won't reach for the skies 무기는 있지만 하늘까지 가질 못해 Waiting for the Lord to rise 하느님이 다시 나타나시길 기다리는 수 밖에 I look into my daughter's eyes 내 딸의 눈을 바라보고 And realize that I'ma learn through her 그녀를 통해 배울 것이 있음을 깨닫지 The Messiah, might even return through her 메시아는, 어쩌면 그녀의 몸으로 돌아올지도 If I'ma do it, I gotta change the world through her 해야한다면, 그녀를 통해 세상을 바꾸겠어 Furs and a Benz, gramps wantin 'em 모피코트와 Benz, 할아버지들은 그걸 원하지 Demons and old friends, pops they hauntin' him 악마와 옛친구, 아버지들은 그를 찾지 The chosen one from the land of the frozen sun 얼어붙은 태양의 대지에서 선택받은 이 When drunk nights get remembered more than sober ones 그곳은, 술취한 밤이 정신 말짱할 때보다 더 많은 곳 Walk like warriors, we were never told to run 전사처럼 걸어가, 도망가는 법은 배우지 않았어 Explored the world to return to where my soul begun 내 영혼이 시작한 곳으로 돌아가기 위해 세상을 탐험해 Never looking back or too far in front of me 절대 뒤, 혹은 너무 멀리 보지 않을 것 The present is a gift 현재 이 순간은 선물 and I just wanna BE 난 단지 이렇게 있고 싶을뿐 |
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from Common 6집 - Be (2005)
Verse 1:(Common)
Memories on corners with the fo's and the mo's Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes Got uncles that smoke, and some put blow up they nose To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows In they socks and they soles, niggaz holdin' they rolls Corners leave souls opened and closed, hopin' for mo' We know where to go, niggaz rollin' in droves They shoot the wrong way, cuz they ain't know and they goes The streets ain't safe cuz they ain't knowing the code By the foes I was told, either focus or fold Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors So we can cop clothes and roll in a Rolls Now I roll in a Olds, with windows that don't roll Down the roads where cars get broken and stole These are the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove On the corners Hook: (Kanye West) I wish I could give you this feelin' I wish I could give this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? (Spoken: The Last Poets) We overstated, we underrated, we educated The corner was our time when time stood still and Gators and snakeskins and Yellow and pink and Powder blue profiles glorifying them Verse 2: (Common) Street lights and deep nights, cats tryin' to eat right Ridin' no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet right Desires of street life, cars and weed types Its hard to breathe nights, days are thief-like The beasts roam the streets, the police is Greek-like Game that is deep, we speak and believe hype Banged in the streets has cop left for deep life (?) Its steep life, coming up where niggaz is sheep-like Rappers and hoopers, we strive to be like G's with three strikes, seeds that need light Cheese and recite, needs and BE strife The corner, where struggle and greed fight We write songs about wrong cuz its hard to see right Look to the sky, hoping it will bleed light Reality's a bitch, and I heard that she bites The corner Hook: (Kanye West) I wish I could give you this feelin' I wish I could give this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? (Spoken: The Last Poets) The corner was our magic, our music, our politics Fires raised as tribal dances and war cries Broke out on different corners Power to the people Black power Black is beautiful Verse 3: (Common) Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burgers As cats with gold permanents, move they bags as herbalists The dirt isn't just fertile, its people workin' and earnin' this The curb getters go where the cats flow and the current is Its so hot that niggaz burn to live The furnace is, whether money movin', the determined live We talk shit, play lotto, and buy German beers Its so black packed with action that's affirmative The corners Hook: (Kanye West) I wish I could give you this feelin' I wish I could give this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? (Spoken: The Last Poets) The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge Our Taj Mahal, our monument Our testimonial to freedom, to peace, and to love Down on the corner |
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from Common 6집 - Be (2005)
Chorus]
(Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go, go (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 Uh, on the count of three everybody run back to your fantasy, now 어, 셋을 세면 모두다 네 환상 속으로 다시 돌아와, 이제 (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go, go (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 And on the count of three everybody run back to your fantasy, now 그리고 셋을 세면 모두다 네 환상 속으로 다시 돌아와, 이제 (Common) (Go) She was a bad (uh), the type at the club niggaz would grab her (가) 그녀는 지독했지 (어), 클럽에서 남자들이 가다가 붙잡을 타입 (Go) Fantasized when I had her, in the bathroom sweatin' with her ass up (가) 그녀를 가졌을 땐 공상에 잠겼었지, 화장실에서 그녀의 엉덩이를 보면서 땀을 흘리는 걸 (Go) The body of a dancer, we had chemistry cuz she was a Cancer (가) 댄서 같은 몸매, 그녀는 게자리였으니 궁합도 잘 맞았지 Thought forever it would last for, but forever move faster, so I had to 영원히 남을 거라고 생각했지만, 영원도 빠르게 지나가더군, 그래서 난 (Go) Still I gotta pause when I think about her in dem draws (갔지) 하지만 속옷을 입은 그녀를 생각만 하면 여전히 잠시 조용해져 (Go) And a ooh baby she liked it raw and like rain when she came it poured (가) 그리고 우 베이비, 그녀는 거친걸 좋아했고, 마치 비처럼 그녀가 오면 땀이 쏟아졌지 (Go) And like a car that I can't afford I would want it then want some more (가) 그리고 내가 살 수 없는 차처럼 원하는 게 끝이 없었어 The positions our frames explored let me know she was secure, back for more I wanna 우리가 알아낸 자세는 그녀가 안전하다는 걸 알려줘(?), 더 많은 걸 위해 돌아왔지 [Chorus] (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go, go (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 Uh, on the count of three everybody run back to your fantasy, now 어, 셋을 세면 모두다 네 환상 속으로 다시 돌아와, 이제 (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go, go (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 And on the count of three everybody run back to your fantasy, now 그리고 셋을 세면 모두다 네 환상 속으로 다시 돌아와, 이제 (Common) (Go) Freaky like the daughter of a pastor, said I was bait for her to master (가) 목사의 딸처럼 별나, 난 그녀가 길들여야할 미끼였지 (Go) Little red corvette now she was faster, wet dreams Le'maire cream the bathroom (가) 작고 빨간 Corvette 이제 그녀는 더 빨라, 끈적한 꿈, 크림, 화장실 (Go) We made love and then laughter, and anyway I wanted I could have her (가) 우린 사랑을 나누고 웃었지, 어쨌든 난 그녀를 가지고 싶었어 Said there were some girls that did attract her, a new chapter she was after so I said let's 정말로 그녀를 끌어들이는 여자가 있다고 하더군, 새로운 챕터를 열고 싶어하길래 난 말했지 (Go) To a place that you wanna be, uh get what you want from her and me uh (가자) 네가 가고 싶은 곳으로 uh 그녀와 내게서 원하는 것을 가져가 uh (Go) Free love I wanna see uh, hot sex in the third degree uh (가) 자유로운 사랑을 보고 싶어 uh, 3도 화상을 입을 정도의 화끈한 섹스 uh (Go) You gettin' served while servin' me uh, dirty words encourage me to (가) 나를 기쁘게 해주면 너도 기뻐지는 거야 uh, 외설적인 단어가 내게 흔들리지 Rock steady and sturdily on, you turnin' me no turnin' back the further we 않을 힘을 계속 주지, 너는 나를 돌아설 수 없게 하고 있어, 이렇게 멀리 갈 수록 [Chorus] (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go, go (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 Uh, on the count of three everybody run back to your fantasy, now 어, 셋을 세면 모두다 네 환상 속으로 다시 돌아와, 이제 (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go, go (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 And on the count of three everybody run back to your fantasy, now 그리고 셋을 세면 모두다 네 환상 속으로 다시 돌아와, 이제 |
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from Common 6집 - Be (2005)
(sample) Faithful to the end
끝까지 굳은 믿음으로 (Common) We got to be 우린 반드시 (sample) Faithful to the end 끝까지 굳은 믿음으로 (Common) I want to be 난 원하지 (sample) Faithful to the end 끝까지 굳은 믿음으로 (Common) Yes, its for the people, God moves, yeah 그래, 사람들을 위해, 신은 움직여, 그래 [Verse 1] I was rollin' around, in my mind it occurred 그냥 할일없이 시간을 때우다, 갑자기 생각났어 What if God was a her? 만약 신이 여자였다면 어떨까? Would I treat her the same? Would I still be runnin' game on her? 그래도 주님을 똑같이 생각할까? 계속 그분을 따를까? In what type of ways would I want her? 어떤 방식으로 그녀를 원하게 될까? Would I want her for her mind or her heavenly body? 주님의 마음 혹은 환상적인 몸매? Couldn't be out gettin' bogus with someone so godly 물론 주님 같은 분하고 이상한 걸 상상할 수야 없지 If I was wit' her would I still be wantin' my ex? 하지만 그랬다면, 내가 헤어진 여자친구를 그리워할까? The lies, the greed, the weed, the sex 거짓말, 욕심, 마리화나, sex Wouldn't be ashamed to give her part of my check 그런데도 다른 편의 뺨을 돌리는건 부끄러운 일 아닐까? Wearin' her cross, I mean the heart on my neck 그녀의 십자가를 목걸이로 해, 바로 내 목에서 심장까지 Her I would reflect on the streets of the Chi' 그녀와 Chicago의 거리를 바라보겠지 Ride wit' her, 'cause I know for me she'd die 언제나 그녀와 함께, 날 위해서 희생도 할 수 있는 분이니 Through good and bad call on her like I'm chirpin' her 어떤 일이 있어도, 새가 지저귀듯 그녀를 불러 Couldn't be jealous 'cause other brothers worship her 다른 남자들이 그녀를 추앙한다고 질투할 순 없지 Walk this earth for her, glory, I'm grateful 내가 이 땅을 걷는 것도 그녀 덕분, 감사해 To be in her presence I try to stay faithful 그녀의 존재를 생각하며 난 믿음을 다지지 [Chorus] (sample) Faithful to the end 끝까지 굳은 믿음으로 (sample) Faithful to the end 끝까지 굳은 믿음으로 (sample) Faithful to the end 끝까지 굳은 믿음으로 (sample) I'd like to be her very best friend 그녀의 친한 친구가 되고 싶어 [Verse 2] He worked with her, she was his lady's best friend 한 남자가 있었지, 같이 일하는 여자는 남자의 애인의 친구 Even if they don't try some ladies test men 서로가 시험 같은 걸 보려고 하는게 아니더라도 And this was a test that was bigger than him 그 상황은 그를 압도하는 시험이었지 Some believe its the nature that is given to men 몇몇은 그건 남자의 본성이라고 말해 He had a good gig, a wife, a kid, a decent home 그에겐 직장, 아내, 자식에 멋진 집이 있었지만 One reason or another couldn't find peace at home 왜인진 몰라도, 평화를 얻을 수 없었어 She asked, "Why do men always have to stray?" 그녀는 물어 "왜 남자들은 한 곳을 바라보지 못할까요?" He said, "I'm bad, not as bad as Eric Benet" 그는 "난 나빠요, Eric Benet 만큼은 아니지만" "I used to take 'em out to eat but they wasn't really eatin' "가족을 데리고 외식을 하기도 했지만 사실 식사 같은 기분이 아니었어요 Mighta got a little head but I wasn't really cheatin'" 뭐 다른 여자랑 만났을 수도 있지만 그건 바람이 아니라고요" It's hard when your lady don't believe what you say 아내가 자기 말을 믿지 못하는 건 힘든 일 And what you did in the past you gotta live with today 과거에 한 일은 항상 지고가야할 짐 She asked if they could spend the night together 그녀가 혹시 하룻밤만 같이 보낼 수 없냐고 묻자 He thought, and said, "I'm tryin' to get my life together" 그가 생각하고 답하길 "전 제대로 살고 싶어요" Went home to his lady, these were his confessions 집에 가서 아내를 만나, 이렇게 고백했지 "Baby you a blessin' and my best friend" "여보 당신은 축복이자 나의 가장 친한 친구야" [Chorus] (Bilal with his voice overlapping) Faithful to the end 끝까지 굳은 믿음으로 (Bilal) Faithful to the end 끝까지 굳은 믿음으로 (John Legend singing) (John Legend & Bilal) I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be so faithful 난 언제나, 언제나, 언제나 믿겠어 (John Legend & Bilal) I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be so faithful 난 언제나, 언제나 믿겠어 (Repeat 3x) (Bilal) So 정말 (Bilal) So 정말 (Bilal) So 정말 (John Legend) So 정말 (John Legend) So 정말 (John Legend) So 정말 (John Legend & Bilal) So faithful 정말 믿음직하게 (Bilal) So 정말 (Bilal) So 정말 (Bilal) So 정말 (John Legend) So 정말 (John Legend) So 정말 (John Legend & Bilal) That's what I'm gonna do 그래 그럴거야 (John Legend) Faithful to the end 끝까지 굳은 믿음으로 (John Legend) That's what I'm gonna do 그래 그럴거야 (John Legend) Faithful to the end 끝까지 굳은 믿음으로 (John Legend) That's what I'm gonna do 그래 그럴거야 (John Legend) Faithful to the end 끝까지 굳은 믿음으로 (John Legend) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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from Common 6집 - Be (2005)
[Common]
She walk into the court her knees buckle Saying for a man to survive he needn't hustle Seen and been through struggle her whole life Made a transition from being his ho to his wife Stifling, the night upend the ATF bust in Her daddy was a hustla so she love them Looked at the jury how can they judge him, she screamed [sample] Before you lock my love away, before you lock my love away Before you lock my love away, before you lock my love away Please let me testify [Common] Fear in her chest her face in tears, had her mans back he was facing years In her name though the place was his They trying to take everything except the kids But years she been through stumbling fights While he trying to hustle that white Up all night wondering if hes alive Seeing him tried she bubbled inside and screamed [sample] Before you lock my love away, before you lock my love away Before you lock my love away, before you lock my love away Please let me testify [Common] The judge called for order the court reporter makin her words shorter His lawyer sat next to him, she could see how the trial was affecting him It hurt for her eyes to connect with him, using her lies for protecting him They arrested him for murder, and gun possession As they read back her confession she screamed [sample] Before you lock my love away, before you lock my love away Before you lock my love away, before you lock my love away Please let me testify [Common] The court awaited as the foreman got the verdict from the bailiff Emotional outbursts tears and smeared makeup He stated, he was guilty on all charges She's shaking like she took it the hardest A spin artist, she brought her face up laughing That's when the prosecutor realized what happened All that speaking her mind testifying and crying When this bitch did the crime- the queenpin... [sample] Before you lock my love away, before you lock my love away Before you lock my love away, before you lock my love away Please let me testify You accuse me of a, you accuse me of a, you accuse Please let me testify, please let me testify You accuse me of a, you accuse me of a, you accuse Please let me testify, please let me testify |
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from Common 6집 - Be (2005)
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus] How beautiful love can be 사랑이란 얼마나 아름다운지 On the streets love is hard to see 거리에선 사랑을 보기 쉽지 않지 It's a place I got to be 내가 있어야할 곳 Loving you is loving me 널 사랑하는 것은 날 사랑하는 것 How beautiful love can be 사랑이란 얼마나 아름다운지 On the streets love is hard to see 거리에선 사랑을 보기 쉽지 않지 Gotta reach that frequency 주파수를 잡아내야해 Loving you is loving me 널 사랑하는 것은 날 사랑하는 것 [Verse 1] Yeah, you know what love is 그래, 사랑이 뭔지 알지 Even found it on the ground where the thugs live thug들이 사는 땅에서도 찾을 수 있지 My man had to dig deep to find his 내 친구는 그의 것을 찾기 위해 땅을 팠어 Couldn't sleep 'cause on the real he had five kids 현실에선 다섯 아이의 아버지, 잠을 이룰 수 없었어 Live nig's, real niggaz express and taste it 진짜배기들은, 그걸 표현하고 맛을 봐 At crap games, black dames and big faces 가짜들에겐, 흑인 여자와 큰 얼굴 Cases in court, fam' showin' love and support 재판을 받을때, 가족들이 사랑과 도움을 줘 You and your baby's mom thought that love was a sport 너와 네 아내는 사랑이 스포츠였다 생각했지 As men we were taught to hold it in 남자로써 우린 그걸 붙잡도록 배웠지 That's why we don't know how 'til we're older men 그래서 늙을 때까지 제대로 모르는 거야 If love is a place I'ma go again 만약 사랑이 장소라면 난 다시 가겠어 At least now, now I know to go within 적어도 이젠, 어디로 갈지 알 수 있어 At time it can take ya for a spin 가끔 니 머리 속을 돌게도 만들지 Heartbreak hotel then you're home again 슬픔의 호텔, 그리고 집으로 돌아와 I've seen love make a nigga soul pretend 가끔 사랑은 남자의 영혼을 가장하게 만들어 Like a story that he don't want to end Yo 마치 끝나지 않길 바라는 이야기처럼 Yo [Chorus] [Verse 2] It's all love where we come from 우리가 온 곳에선 사랑이 가득하지 In the hood love we was told to run from 게토에선 사랑에게서 도망치라 하지 That same hood where the guns sung 총성이 울려퍼지던 그곳 We holla love, hopin' it would come one 우린 사랑을 외쳐, 언젠가 오길 바라면서 Crack got so many lives undone 코카인은 많은 목숨을 끝내버렸지 From lack of love many hide some run 사랑의 부족함에 많은 이들이 숨고 몇몇은 도망가 I knew this girl with a son who dreamt of actin' in plays 연극배우가 되고 싶어하는 아들을 둔 여자를 알고 지냈지 Demonstration with her man had her trapped in a maze 남자와의 관계는 그녀를 미로에 빠뜨려 Tryin' to find herself again, much of that she'd have gave 다시 제정신을 차리려했지만, 벌써 많이 사라진 자기자신 Love can free us, to it some of us react as a slave 사랑은 우릴 자유롭게 할 수 있고, 몇몇은 노예로 만들어 Funny, we love 'em more when they're relaxed in a grave 우습지, 누가 무덤에 누우면 더 사랑하게 되니 Wonder if a thug is raw, is he actin' afraid? thug도 그런가 몰라, 두려워하는 건가? Everybody loves sun, why do I attract shade? 모두 태양을 사랑하는데, 왜 그늘에 끌리나? Heard of the love of money, but compassion it pays 돈에 대한 사랑, 거기엔 동정이 들어가 Talk about it with my youth so she'd understand 내 젊은 시절에 대해 얘기해줄게, 남자에게 What it is to be loved by a man Uh 사랑받는게 어떤건지 알 수 있게 Uh [Chorus] [Verse 3] Some say that I'm a dreamer 'cause I talk about it often 몇몇은 내가 너무 자주 말해서 몽상가라고 하지 Seen the hardest nigga soften wit' his homie in a coffin 관에 누운 친구를 바라보며 부드러워지는 녀석도 있었어 We walk and stand in, fall in it 우린 걷고 그 안에 서고, 그 속으로 빠져 With the right companion we all in it 딱맞는 파트너와 함께 모두 그곳에 있어 Mary sang a song about it, having broad limits Mary는 그것에 관한 노래를 했지 In the game of life, it's the scrimage 삶의 게임, 언제나 싸움이 가득해 Reminiscing on letters I wrote in my small days 어릴 때 썼던 편지들을 회상하네 A letter to the people, love always Yeah 사람들에게 보냈던 편지를, '사랑해' 그래 |
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from Common 6집 - Be (2005)
[Chorus]
[Common sample] And you say Chi city We don't stop naw we don't quit [Repeat 4X] I rap with the passion of Christ, nigga cross me Took it outta space and niggas thought they lost me I'm back like a chiropract wit b-boy survival rap This ain't '94 Joe we can't go back The game need a makeover My man retired, I'ma "Takeover" Tell these halftime niggas, "Break's over" I'm raw hustlas getcha bakin' soda Too many rape the culture Leave rappers with careers and their faith over It's a war goin' on, you can't fake bein' a soldier In the basement listenin' to tapes of Ultramagnetic to the fact the messiah's black I turn the TV down we could take it higher than that I wonder if these wack niggas realize they wack And they the reason my people say they tired of rap Inspired by black Muslims and Christian Pushin' Cutlasses, dope, and other traditions In the conditions of the city, the city, the city, the city, the city, the city, c'mon [Chorus] A black figure, in the middle of chaos and gun fire So many raps about rims, I'm surprised niggas ain't become tires On the street you turn code and then go screech I tell 'em, "Fuck 'em!" like I do the police The beast in runnin' rampant I'm in between sheets tryna have sex that's tantric But the ghetto, tryna make a get up stand up anthem You spit hot garbage son of Sanford What you rappin' for to get fame or get rich? I slap a nigga like you And tell him Rick James bitch Witcha Hollywood stories on porches We prolly heard stories on who became rich And whatever light they hit, we wanna hit the same switch You didn't know where to aim it, you still remain bitch I'm forever puttin' words together Some'll sever mothers from daughters and fathers from sons The name Com has never been involved in Run Unless it's DMC or runnin' these broads to bein' free I'm harder than the times, you hardly scary Holdin' gats inside, you cats is Halle Berry They ask me where hip hop is goin', it's Chicagoin' Poetry's in motion like a picture, now showin' It's the city, the city y'all, the city, the city y'all C'mon |
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from Common 6집 - Be (2005)
(feat. Kanye West)
I walked in the crib, got 2 kids, and my baby momma late (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh). So I had to did what I had to did, 'cause I had to give (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough). I'm up all night gettin' my money right, until the blue and whites (popo, popo, popo). Now the money coming slow, but at least a ***** know slow motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh) You love to hear the story, again and again about these young brothers from the city of wind. Like juice and gin in the city we blend amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims. Y'all know the spreewells and trucks that's detailed, heartless females that wanna ride in 'em felt the southside in them with raw hides and denim, bent minds collide with them. A system that tries victims, we livin' in. My man in the fast lane pivotin', on the block ******* sellin' like m & m, on the block get jump off like Kim 'n 'em, on the block is how you can feel it in your skin-nin-nin. Shorties get the game with no instructions of asemblin', odds right it seems like the fight is dim in him. Call my man cuzin like I'm kin to him, he tryin' to stay straight, the streets is bendin' him. (Yo) I walked in the crib, got 2 kids, and my baby momma late (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh). So I had to did what I had to did, 'cause I had to give (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough). (Yo) I'm up all night gettin' my money right, until the blue and whites (popo, popo, popo). Now the money coming slow, but at least a ***** know slow motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh) It's all good in the hood like rats and gyms, fullbacks and tims, blacks and rims. Whether on ball courts, attires are ball shorts, we never fall short. With us it's all force like air ones. Some wave some air guns, the day of the fair ones it's over fo'. Cats is colder than four below, wha'sup? I go toe to toe wondering if it's for the art or for the dough. Though I know to grow a ***** gotta learn to let go, though I know the dough I gotta bring back to the ghetto. Aeros or Tarot cards pointin' to the grind, po' livin' and mo' prisons pointin' to my mind. Shine the light up! Clench my fists tight, holdin' it right up. Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter. Situations, the jaws get tighter, my man trying to get his way to higher (Yo..yo..yo) I walked in the crib, got 2 kids, and my baby momma late (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh). So I had to did what I had to did, 'cause I had to give (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough). I'm up all night gettin' my money right, until the blue and whites (popo, popo, popo). Now the money coming slow, but at least a ***** know slow motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh) Yo.. hey yo I, I know I could make it right if I can just swallow my pride, but I can't run away or put my gun away. You can't front on me! I, no I can't let it ride.. no no not tonight, no I can't run away or put my gun away. You can't front on me! |
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from Common 6집 - Be (2005)
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, you know how me and 'Ye do [Verse 1] Real People walk in the streets, the streets is talkin' Often it's beef this city never does People walk and talk in they sleep Cold sweats and wet dreams On how to get green our faith is all in a jeep Black souls raw and they deep Hypes tryna talk with no teeth Shorties sayin' ball or retreat A lesson we all speak at one point or another Whatchu expect from one who smoke a joint with his mother Anointed hustlers in a fatherless region Through the pain wish they know that God was just teachin' We want decent homes So dreams we say out loud like speakerphones just to keep em on It's like a colored song that keep keepin' on I guess knowin' I'm weak is when I'm really bein' strong Somehow through the dust I could see the dawn Like the Bishop Magic Juan, that's why I write freedom songs For the real people [Verse 2] I wonder is the spirits of Bob Marley and Haile Selassie Watch me as the cops be tryna and pop and lock me They cocky, plus they mentality is Nazi The way they treat blacks I wanna snap like paparazzi We're the children of a better God searchin' for better jobs We could cop ghetto cars tryin' not to catch a charge They say the dope game is sour Now they doin' homework that's when they follow you for hours Come to your crib and devour all that you work for Must be more than paper these niggaz hurt for Through the purple haze I circle days I rhyme that work for pays Tryna reverse the slave's mind and insert the brave mentality Heard that it's drama at home Can a dude break free and still get honored at home I was told by a chief it's the games nature When you're glowin' some will love and some will hate ya It's real people [Verse 3] Black men walking wit white girls on they arms I be mad at em as if I know they moms Told to go beyond the surface, a person's a person When we lessen our women our condition seems to worsen The weary cursin' the sky Talkin' to themselves givin' the version of why help and hurt in they eye I live across from it, some of it I do be in I be showin' niggaz lives Like UPN It's real people Yeah. For you and yours Good music Forever Yeah Rock on We keep on Uh.. Yeah Yeah, yeah The real... |
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from Common - The Corner (2005)
Verse 1:(Common)
Memories on corners with the fo's and the mo's Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes Got uncles that smoke, and some put blow up they nose To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows In they socks and they soles, niggaz holdin' they rolls Corners leave souls opened and closed, hopin' for mo' We know where to go, niggaz rollin' in droves They shoot the wrong way, cuz they ain't know and they goes The streets ain't safe cuz they ain't knowing the code By the foes I was told, either focus or fold Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors So we can cop clothes and roll in a Rolls Now I roll in a Olds, with windows that don't roll Down the roads where cars get broken and stole These are the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove On the corners Hook: (Kanye West) I wish I could give you this feelin' I wish I could give this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? (Spoken: The Last Poets) We overstated, we underrated, we educated The corner was our time when time stood still and Gators and snakeskins and Yellow and pink and Powder blue profiles glorifying them Verse 2: (Common) Street lights and deep nights, cats tryin' to eat right Ridin' no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet right Desires of street life, cars and weed types Its hard to breathe nights, days are thief-like The beasts roam the streets, the police is Greek-like Game that is deep, we speak and believe hype Banged in the streets has cop left for deep life (?) Its steep life, coming up where niggaz is sheep-like Rappers and hoopers, we strive to be like G's with three strikes, seeds that need light Cheese and recite, needs and BE strife The corner, where struggle and greed fight We write songs about wrong cuz its hard to see right Look to the sky, hoping it will bleed light Reality's a bitch, and I heard that she bites The corner Hook: (Kanye West) I wish I could give you this feelin' I wish I could give this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? (Spoken: The Last Poets) The corner was our magic, our music, our politics Fires raised as tribal dances and war cries Broke out on different corners Power to the people Black power Black is beautiful Verse 3: (Common) Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burgers As cats with gold permanents, move they bags as herbalists The dirt isn't just fertile, its people workin' and earnin' this The curb getters go where the cats flow and the current is Its so hot that niggaz burn to live The furnace is, whether money movin', the determined live We talk shit, play lotto, and buy German beers Its so black packed with action that's affirmative The corners Hook: (Kanye West) I wish I could give you this feelin' I wish I could give this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? (Spoken: The Last Poets) The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge Our Taj Mahal, our monument Our testimonial to freedom, to peace, and to love Down on the corner |
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from Common - The Corner (2005)
Verse 1:(Common)
Memories on corners with the fo's and the mo's Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes Got uncles that smoke, and some put blow up they nose To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows In they socks and they soles, niggaz holdin' they rolls Corners leave souls opened and closed, hopin' for mo' We know where to go, niggaz rollin' in droves They shoot the wrong way, cuz they ain't know and they goes The streets ain't safe cuz they ain't knowing the code By the foes I was told, either focus or fold Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors So we can cop clothes and roll in a Rolls Now I roll in a Olds, with windows that don't roll Down the roads where cars get broken and stole These are the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove On the corners Hook: (Kanye West) I wish I could give you this feelin' I wish I could give this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? (Spoken: The Last Poets) We overstated, we underrated, we educated The corner was our time when time stood still and Gators and snakeskins and Yellow and pink and Powder blue profiles glorifying them Verse 2: (Common) Street lights and deep nights, cats tryin' to eat right Ridin' no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet right Desires of street life, cars and weed types Its hard to breathe nights, days are thief-like The beasts roam the streets, the police is Greek-like Game that is deep, we speak and believe hype Banged in the streets has cop left for deep life (?) Its steep life, coming up where niggaz is sheep-like Rappers and hoopers, we strive to be like G's with three strikes, seeds that need light Cheese and recite, needs and BE strife The corner, where struggle and greed fight We write songs about wrong cuz its hard to see right Look to the sky, hoping it will bleed light Reality's a bitch, and I heard that she bites The corner Hook: (Kanye West) I wish I could give you this feelin' I wish I could give this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? (Spoken: The Last Poets) The corner was our magic, our music, our politics Fires raised as tribal dances and war cries Broke out on different corners Power to the people Black power Black is beautiful Verse 3: (Common) Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burgers As cats with gold permanents, move they bags as herbalists The dirt isn't just fertile, its people workin' and earnin' this The curb getters go where the cats flow and the current is Its so hot that niggaz burn to live The furnace is, whether money movin', the determined live We talk shit, play lotto, and buy German beers Its so black packed with action that's affirmative The corners Hook: (Kanye West) I wish I could give you this feelin' I wish I could give this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? (Spoken: The Last Poets) The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge Our Taj Mahal, our monument Our testimonial to freedom, to peace, and to love Down on the corner |
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from Common - The Corner (2005)
Verse 1:(Common)
Memories on corners with the fo's and the mo's Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes Got uncles that smoke, and some put blow up they nose To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows In they socks and they soles, niggaz holdin' they rolls Corners leave souls opened and closed, hopin' for mo' We know where to go, niggaz rollin' in droves They shoot the wrong way, cuz they ain't know and they goes The streets ain't safe cuz they ain't knowing the code By the foes I was told, either focus or fold Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors So we can cop clothes and roll in a Rolls Now I roll in a Olds, with windows that don't roll Down the roads where cars get broken and stole These are the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove On the corners Hook: (Kanye West) I wish I could give you this feelin' I wish I could give this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? (Spoken: The Last Poets) We overstated, we underrated, we educated The corner was our time when time stood still and Gators and snakeskins and Yellow and pink and Powder blue profiles glorifying them Verse 2: (Common) Street lights and deep nights, cats tryin' to eat right Ridin' no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet right Desires of street life, cars and weed types Its hard to breathe nights, days are thief-like The beasts roam the streets, the police is Greek-like Game that is deep, we speak and believe hype Banged in the streets has cop left for deep life (?) Its steep life, coming up where niggaz is sheep-like Rappers and hoopers, we strive to be like G's with three strikes, seeds that need light Cheese and recite, needs and BE strife The corner, where struggle and greed fight We write songs about wrong cuz its hard to see right Look to the sky, hoping it will bleed light Reality's a bitch, and I heard that she bites The corner Hook: (Kanye West) I wish I could give you this feelin' I wish I could give this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? (Spoken: The Last Poets) The corner was our magic, our music, our politics Fires raised as tribal dances and war cries Broke out on different corners Power to the people Black power Black is beautiful Verse 3: (Common) Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burgers As cats with gold permanents, move they bags as herbalists The dirt isn't just fertile, its people workin' and earnin' this The curb getters go where the cats flow and the current is Its so hot that niggaz burn to live The furnace is, whether money movin', the determined live We talk shit, play lotto, and buy German beers Its so black packed with action that's affirmative The corners Hook: (Kanye West) I wish I could give you this feelin' I wish I could give this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? (Spoken: The Last Poets) The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge Our Taj Mahal, our monument Our testimonial to freedom, to peace, and to love Down on the corner |
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from Common - Go! (2005)
Chorus]
(Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go, go (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 Uh, on the count of three everybody run back to your fantasy, now 어, 셋을 세면 모두다 네 환상 속으로 다시 돌아와, 이제 (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go, go (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 And on the count of three everybody run back to your fantasy, now 그리고 셋을 세면 모두다 네 환상 속으로 다시 돌아와, 이제 (Common) (Go) She was a bad (uh), the type at the club niggaz would grab her (가) 그녀는 지독했지 (어), 클럽에서 남자들이 가다가 붙잡을 타입 (Go) Fantasized when I had her, in the bathroom sweatin' with her ass up (가) 그녀를 가졌을 땐 공상에 잠겼었지, 화장실에서 그녀의 엉덩이를 보면서 땀을 흘리는 걸 (Go) The body of a dancer, we had chemistry cuz she was a Cancer (가) 댄서 같은 몸매, 그녀는 게자리였으니 궁합도 잘 맞았지 Thought forever it would last for, but forever move faster, so I had to 영원히 남을 거라고 생각했지만, 영원도 빠르게 지나가더군, 그래서 난 (Go) Still I gotta pause when I think about her in dem draws (갔지) 하지만 속옷을 입은 그녀를 생각만 하면 여전히 잠시 조용해져 (Go) And a ooh baby she liked it raw and like rain when she came it poured (가) 그리고 우 베이비, 그녀는 거친걸 좋아했고, 마치 비처럼 그녀가 오면 땀이 쏟아졌지 (Go) And like a car that I can't afford I would want it then want some more (가) 그리고 내가 살 수 없는 차처럼 원하는 게 끝이 없었어 The positions our frames explored let me know she was secure, back for more I wanna 우리가 알아낸 자세는 그녀가 안전하다는 걸 알려줘(?), 더 많은 걸 위해 돌아왔지 [Chorus] (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go, go (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 Uh, on the count of three everybody run back to your fantasy, now 어, 셋을 세면 모두다 네 환상 속으로 다시 돌아와, 이제 (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go, go (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 And on the count of three everybody run back to your fantasy, now 그리고 셋을 세면 모두다 네 환상 속으로 다시 돌아와, 이제 (Common) (Go) Freaky like the daughter of a pastor, said I was bait for her to master (가) 목사의 딸처럼 별나, 난 그녀가 길들여야할 미끼였지 (Go) Little red corvette now she was faster, wet dreams Le'maire cream the bathroom (가) 작고 빨간 Corvette 이제 그녀는 더 빨라, 끈적한 꿈, 크림, 화장실 (Go) We made love and then laughter, and anyway I wanted I could have her (가) 우린 사랑을 나누고 웃었지, 어쨌든 난 그녀를 가지고 싶었어 Said there were some girls that did attract her, a new chapter she was after so I said let's 정말로 그녀를 끌어들이는 여자가 있다고 하더군, 새로운 챕터를 열고 싶어하길래 난 말했지 (Go) To a place that you wanna be, uh get what you want from her and me uh (가자) 네가 가고 싶은 곳으로 uh 그녀와 내게서 원하는 것을 가져가 uh (Go) Free love I wanna see uh, hot sex in the third degree uh (가) 자유로운 사랑을 보고 싶어 uh, 3도 화상을 입을 정도의 화끈한 섹스 uh (Go) You gettin' served while servin' me uh, dirty words encourage me to (가) 나를 기쁘게 해주면 너도 기뻐지는 거야 uh, 외설적인 단어가 내게 흔들리지 Rock steady and sturdily on, you turnin' me no turnin' back the further we 않을 힘을 계속 주지, 너는 나를 돌아설 수 없게 하고 있어, 이렇게 멀리 갈 수록 [Chorus] (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go, go (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 Uh, on the count of three everybody run back to your fantasy, now 어, 셋을 세면 모두다 네 환상 속으로 다시 돌아와, 이제 (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go, go (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 And on the count of three everybody run back to your fantasy, now 그리고 셋을 세면 모두다 네 환상 속으로 다시 돌아와, 이제 |
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from Common - Go! (2005)
Chorus]
(Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go, go (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 Uh, on the count of three everybody run back to your fantasy, now 어, 셋을 세면 모두다 네 환상 속으로 다시 돌아와, 이제 (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go, go (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 And on the count of three everybody run back to your fantasy, now 그리고 셋을 세면 모두다 네 환상 속으로 다시 돌아와, 이제 (Common) (Go) She was a bad (uh), the type at the club niggaz would grab her (가) 그녀는 지독했지 (어), 클럽에서 남자들이 가다가 붙잡을 타입 (Go) Fantasized when I had her, in the bathroom sweatin' with her ass up (가) 그녀를 가졌을 땐 공상에 잠겼었지, 화장실에서 그녀의 엉덩이를 보면서 땀을 흘리는 걸 (Go) The body of a dancer, we had chemistry cuz she was a Cancer (가) 댄서 같은 몸매, 그녀는 게자리였으니 궁합도 잘 맞았지 Thought forever it would last for, but forever move faster, so I had to 영원히 남을 거라고 생각했지만, 영원도 빠르게 지나가더군, 그래서 난 (Go) Still I gotta pause when I think about her in dem draws (갔지) 하지만 속옷을 입은 그녀를 생각만 하면 여전히 잠시 조용해져 (Go) And a ooh baby she liked it raw and like rain when she came it poured (가) 그리고 우 베이비, 그녀는 거친걸 좋아했고, 마치 비처럼 그녀가 오면 땀이 쏟아졌지 (Go) And like a car that I can't afford I would want it then want some more (가) 그리고 내가 살 수 없는 차처럼 원하는 게 끝이 없었어 The positions our frames explored let me know she was secure, back for more I wanna 우리가 알아낸 자세는 그녀가 안전하다는 걸 알려줘(?), 더 많은 걸 위해 돌아왔지 [Chorus] (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go, go (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 Uh, on the count of three everybody run back to your fantasy, now 어, 셋을 세면 모두다 네 환상 속으로 다시 돌아와, 이제 (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go, go (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 And on the count of three everybody run back to your fantasy, now 그리고 셋을 세면 모두다 네 환상 속으로 다시 돌아와, 이제 (Common) (Go) Freaky like the daughter of a pastor, said I was bait for her to master (가) 목사의 딸처럼 별나, 난 그녀가 길들여야할 미끼였지 (Go) Little red corvette now she was faster, wet dreams Le'maire cream the bathroom (가) 작고 빨간 Corvette 이제 그녀는 더 빨라, 끈적한 꿈, 크림, 화장실 (Go) We made love and then laughter, and anyway I wanted I could have her (가) 우린 사랑을 나누고 웃었지, 어쨌든 난 그녀를 가지고 싶었어 Said there were some girls that did attract her, a new chapter she was after so I said let's 정말로 그녀를 끌어들이는 여자가 있다고 하더군, 새로운 챕터를 열고 싶어하길래 난 말했지 (Go) To a place that you wanna be, uh get what you want from her and me uh (가자) 네가 가고 싶은 곳으로 uh 그녀와 내게서 원하는 것을 가져가 uh (Go) Free love I wanna see uh, hot sex in the third degree uh (가) 자유로운 사랑을 보고 싶어 uh, 3도 화상을 입을 정도의 화끈한 섹스 uh (Go) You gettin' served while servin' me uh, dirty words encourage me to (가) 나를 기쁘게 해주면 너도 기뻐지는 거야 uh, 외설적인 단어가 내게 흔들리지 Rock steady and sturdily on, you turnin' me no turnin' back the further we 않을 힘을 계속 주지, 너는 나를 돌아설 수 없게 하고 있어, 이렇게 멀리 갈 수록 [Chorus] (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go, go (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 Uh, on the count of three everybody run back to your fantasy, now 어, 셋을 세면 모두다 네 환상 속으로 다시 돌아와, 이제 (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 그리고 셋을 세면 (Go) go, go, go, go, go, go (가) 가, 가, 가, 가, 가, 가 And on the count of three everybody run back to your fantasy, now 그리고 셋을 세면 모두다 네 환상 속으로 다시 돌아와, 이제 |
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