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from Common 9집 - The Dreamer, The Believer (2011)
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from Common 8집 - Universal Mind Control (2008)
What do you see when you look at me
And I am just standing there Shit that makes all much work?? Thats whats in my blood And I wont stop untill I cut Cause my life just burned out So I keep down in a wollen town?? Till I reach the top What a world What a world [x4] A little boy from Chicago had ?? to be a star |
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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 John Legend, The Roots - Wake Up Everybody (Feat. Common and Melanie Fiona) [single] (2010)
Wake up everybody No more sleepin' in bed No more backward thinkin' Time for thinkin' ahead The world has changed So very much From what it used to be There is so much hatred War and poverty, whoa, oh Wake up, all the teachers Time to teach a new way Maybe then they'll listen To what'cha have to say 'Cause they're the ones who's coming up And the world is in their hands When you teach the children Teach 'em the very best you can The world won't get no better If we just let it be, na, na, na The world won't get no better We gotta change it, yeah Just you and me Wake up, all the doctors Make the old people well They're the ones who suffer And who catch all the hell But they don't have so very long Before the Judgment Day So wont'cha make them happy Wake up, all the builders Time to build a new land I know we can do it If we all lend a hand The only thing we have to do Is put it in our mind Surely things will work out They do it every time The world won't get no better If we just let it be, na, na, na The world won't get no better We gotta change it, yeah Just you and me It's the god hour [..] Were we belong I try to write a song [..] We're more than consumers [..] Wake up, everybody Wake up, everybody Need a little help, y'all Yes I do, need a little help Need a little help, y'all ay Wake up everybody Wake up everybody Wake up everybody |
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from The Roots - Wake Up! (2010)
Wake up everybody No more sleepin' in bed No more backward thinkin' Time for thinkin' ahead The world has changed So very much From what it used to be There is so much hatred War and poverty, whoa, oh Wake up, all the teachers Time to teach a new way Maybe then they'll listen To what'cha have to say 'Cause they're the ones who's coming up And the world is in their hands When you teach the children Teach 'em the very best you can The world won't get no better If we just let it be, na, na, na The world won't get no better We gotta change it, yeah Just you and me Wake up, all the doctors Make the old people well They're the ones who suffer And who catch all the hell But they don't have so very long Before the Judgment Day So wont'cha make them happy Before they pass away Wake up, all the builders Time to build a new land I know we can do it If we all lend a hand The only thing we have to do Is put it in our mind Surely things will work out They do it every time The world won't get no better If we just let it be, na, na, na The world won't get no better We gotta change it, yeah Just you and me It's the god hour [..] Were we belong I try to write a song [..] We're more than consumers [..] Wake up, everybody Wake up, everybody Need a little help, y'all Yes I do, need a little help Need a little help, y'all ay Wake up everybody Wake up everybody Wake up everybody |
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from Common - Universal Mind Control (UMC) [single] (2008)
Pharrell:
ayo all they wanna do is dance thats all they wanna do Common: Uh Uh Get Get it [x3] This is that automatic I stay fresh like I'm wrapped in plastic. Beat goes fast, exceed galactic. Southside boy we Cadillac it Charismatic, Asiatic, I hustle for mathematics Cameras, action, change the status Actor type of your favorite actress Gucci - Rock It Coochies - Pop It Movie - Watch It Booties - Drop it Body - Move it Showin - Groovin Stylin and Being Fly. I touch the masses like a Catholic expensive rap shit my futures backlit Interact with the cat who max and stacks my van-ac to trash yall react so lets go uh [Chorus:] This is that new shit. Keep em' standing in line. That Universal Mind Control, now move your behind. You know you like it, it's calling your name. Nigga, this is that new shit and it don't feel the same. its got that dang digga dang dang dang dang. dang digga dang dang dang dang. Bawitdaba da bang a dang digga digga. Bawitdaba da bang a dang dang. Some pop, some lock, some move robotic. Like Cash Money, I stay in pocket. UMC Ra Ra Ra Rock, don't stop it. Chick's exotic, mix hypnotic. Superhero-ro Boy I'm bionic. You a fad, on some other level Supersonic. Girl you bout it, you can strip like comic and transe the melodic techno-tronic. Beats - Rockin Seats - Droppin Seeds - Poppin Streets - Rockin Freakin, Shakin, Money makin, Stylin and being fly. I'm the one the lady ladies chose to strip and pose to, shake off they clothes to chose to the one that go coast to coastal mr. global focal lets go uh [Chorus:] This is that new shit. Keep em' standing in line. That Universal Mind Control, now move your behind. You know you like it, it's calling your name. Nigga, this is that new shit and it don't feel the same. Its got that dang digga dang dang dang dang. dang digga dang dang dang dang. Bawitdaba da bang a dang digga digga. Bawitdaba da bang a dang dang. Get Get it (x3) I am a renegade I've never been afraid. Fresh and I'm gettin' paid The future-future of this Age! From the Chi, so I talk this way. Twista hate at the Grand marquee. Rock the faucet like everday. To the top and I'm on my way. Let's go, uh! [Chorus:] This is that new shit. Keep em' standing in line. That Universal Mind Control, now move your behind. You know you like it, it's calling your name. Nigga, this is that new shit and it don't feel the same. its got that dang digga dang dang dang dang. dang digga dang dang dang dang. Bawitdaba da bang a dang digga digga. Bawitdaba da bang a dang dang |
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from Common 8집 - Universal Mind Control (2008)
Pharrell:
ayo all they wanna do is dance thats all they wanna do Common: Uh Uh Get Get it [x3] This is that automatic I stay fresh like I'm wrapped in plastic. Beat goes fast, exceed galactic. Southside boy we Cadillac it Charismatic, Asiatic, I hustle for mathematics Cameras, action, change the status Actor type of your favorite actress Gucci - Rock It Coochies - Pop It Movie - Watch It Booties - Drop it Body - Move it Showin - Groovin Stylin and Being Fly. I touch the masses like a Catholic expensive rap shit my futures backlit Interact with the cat who max and stacks my van-ac to trash yall react so lets go uh [Chorus:] This is that new shit. Keep em' standing in line. That Universal Mind Control, now move your behind. You know you like it, it's calling your name. Nigga, this is that new shit and it don't feel the same. its got that dang digga dang dang dang dang. dang digga dang dang dang dang. Bawitdaba da bang a dang digga digga. Bawitdaba da bang a dang dang. Some pop, some lock, some move robotic. Like Cash Money, I stay in pocket. UMC Ra Ra Ra Rock, don't stop it. Chick's exotic, mix hypnotic. Superhero-ro Boy I'm bionic. You a fad, on some other level Supersonic. Girl you bout it, you can strip like comic and transe the melodic techno-tronic. Beats - Rockin Seats - Droppin Seeds - Poppin Streets - Rockin Freakin, Shakin, Money makin, Stylin and being fly. I'm the one the lady ladies chose to strip and pose to, shake off they clothes to chose to the one that go coast to coastal mr. global focal lets go uh [Chorus:] This is that new shit. Keep em' standing in line. That Universal Mind Control, now move your behind. You know you like it, it's calling your name. Nigga, this is that new shit and it don't feel the same. Its got that dang digga dang dang dang dang. dang digga dang dang dang dang. Bawitdaba da bang a dang digga digga. Bawitdaba da bang a dang dang. Get Get it (x3) I am a renegade I've never been afraid. Fresh and I'm gettin' paid The future-future of this Age! From the Chi, so I talk this way. Twista hate at the Grand marquee. Rock the faucet like everday. To the top and I'm on my way. Let's go, uh! [Chorus:] This is that new shit. Keep em' standing in line. That Universal Mind Control, now move your behind. You know you like it, it's calling your name. Nigga, this is that new shit and it don't feel the same. its got that dang digga dang dang dang dang. dang digga dang dang dang dang. Bawitdaba da bang a dang digga digga. Bawitdaba da bang a dang dang |
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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 1집 - Can I Borrow a Dollar? (1992)
featuring Immenslope
[Immens] Yo man.. I'm hungry man [Common] Ay whatchu want man? You want some breakfast or somethin? [Immens] I want a lil lil somethin.. yeah yea milk and cereal or somethin Somethin man! Just a little breakfast food y'know? [Common] Mmm I don't know man (ay) let's see what I got in my cabinet [Immens] Hold on let me see what I got in my cabinet Somebody hit me with a little, baseline or groove, knahmsayin? Yeah, breakfast food, UHH! [C] When you wish [I] When you wish [C] Upon a star [I] Upon a star [C] To follow what? [I] To follow what? [C] And where you are! [I] And where you are! [C] Party over here, party over there [I] Where? [Common] Look! I made ya look, ya dirty crook Then picked your pocket, watch me book.. .. like Guiness I'm a Menace, so call me hip-hop's Dennis So open wide, and say (AHHHHH) And I'ma slide my yolk, in your throat, and watch ya choke on the Uh the Ah the Uh the Daddy Long-Stroke [Immenslope] Stroke Long Daddy Money, if my name was Sunny I'd share a scoop, Runnin shit like Rebels You can call me Barney, cause I took your Fruity - Pebbles Dibble like an office on Top Cat, top that, I'm fat troop Drop the loop, then a scooper hoop ya like a hula To school a fool I present, a church to repent I get you Guess'n like jeans, you're just a hill of beans I'm all that jazz, and I kick, kick, kick, kick.. [Common] The razzamatazz oh please oh please just give me just one more blast I +Gett Off+ like Prince, but I don't have to show my ass Pass the rest, like a test, if you slip then you'll get ripped with your handicapped pass route, and Tales From the Crypt I whip on that ass like base ba-bay The Sense is good-GOOBELY-goo, ask Gravy [Immenslope] Or LaMont, or Rollo, down at the, Apollo Come follow me now (BO! Where's Sue?) I don't know Even En Vogue, be tellin me ya don't go When it's time for show (yea) everyone says ho (ho) ho (ho) couldn't be a slider cause I never slip, kick it like a Damme Van flip So don't come with your judo, cause you're just a Menudo emcee gettin chewed like vegetables [Common] Ahhhhh cabbage is a cabbage, a lettuce is a lettuce I'ma tear this whole joint into scraps I bust raps, perhaps caps, and trap the wack tracks Givin the max, for the minimum, not the minimum for the max Get more sex than Wilt the Stilt so you can call me the Stiltest You're takin shorts like Arnold, so what chu talkin bout, Willis? [I] Bout Willis? [C] Yeah Willis [I] Willis ain't talkin about nuthin! [C] It's Different Strokes [I] Let's get back to umm, breakfast foods [I] because it's, early in the mornin.. [Common] Well you can have your Wheaties [Immens] You can have your Flakes [Common] You can have your Kix [Immens] And you can have your Trix [Common] You can have your POUNDcakes [Immens] You can have your Loops [*both*] But you still gotta get your Two Scoops! [Immenslope] To keep the hot raw, I'm rollin, rollin Bowlin - spare me! Fuss ya hushed mouth mush Lush alcohol's excessive like a Jefferson Movin on up -- progressive One time for your brain, cell And when I get through, you say -- aww hell man! Styles that I free won't, stop til the end Paper I go on and go on with the pen Get a max of funk, attack or sunk *huff, huff* One blow, and emcees are gone with the wind Kickin the dumber rhyme, I'm not a print but I'm fresh, heatin up like the summertime, summer rhyme I'm a dime a dozen, but I keep you buzzin like a bee, a dozen attempts is in the toilet Cause I flush the dime and I'm not a Leader cause I Busta Rhyme, a rhyme If I kick with Rakim, you +Run For Cover+ brother But I kick it with Petey cause I'm just another mother (sucker) Blo Pop time (it's Blo Pop time) It's Blo Pop time (it's Blo Pop time) In the mix, the dimension, J.B., and Chico It's seven, not six, my shirt extra-large but I wear, I wear I wear it well like DeBarge to the finish, makin ya eye pop, like you ain't spinach Then it's, time to let you know We count it up, one two three and fo' [I] UHH! Count it up [C] Nah we gon' count it down [I] Nah man, we're gonna count it up [C] Mmmm, let's get back to that umm, food tip though, the breakfast tip [I] Food tip? Well you just check [C] Cause you know what we need [I] What can I have? [Common] You can have your Life [Immens] You can have your Bran [Common] You can have your Puffs [Immens] You can have your Pebbles [Common] You can have your Krunch [Immens] And you can have your Loops [*both*] But you still gotta get your Two Scoops! [Common] Around and round and upside down and upside down we go WHOAHHHHH! I'ma sneak in the front row Not Jethro, I'm not a Jethro, on skid row I don't wear Monie's hat, but I was a Monkey +in the Middle+ Hey diddle diddle, you can Kibble a Bit I take a squat, and booty MC's be sayin OOOOHHH SHIT! Yo, I turn Bucktown into Fucktown You're just a field goal kid, and I'm a touchdown With the next point to the next joint, so tell Spike about it I'm all that, that your bitch be writin home about it Shout it out, praise the Lord, hallelujah! This could be love, but umm, don't let em fool ya Cause when I do ya, come down come down after me come Yeah sorry Sugar Plums but umm, I gotta run Run Jesse Run, keep hope alive I'm down with the b-boys, FUCK the Jackson 5 You jive-ass turkey, a-pit-apitta-a-aperk be You can get ill, but don't, HURT ME, HURT ME Or urk me, cause see I'll outsmart you like the Urkel B-boys at the school of hard knocks, in a circle Pass the sess blunt, yeah stud, you ain't know? I wanna go bang, I said, bang-o, bang-oh bang-oh or bojangle jingle jangle on the jaw Hip-hip, hooray, oh now you wanna be all lovable? Don't push or pull, or you'll see, I'ma wreck it out MC's be checkin in but they don't be checkin out I leave em out on the canvas So click your heels twice and take your ass back to KANSAS.. |
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from Common 1집 - Can I Borrow a Dollar? (1992)
[Featuring Rayshel]
[Common] I'm a Jake I don't bake a cake I'm not a cake daddy you know the type be pullin up in a Caddy with a drop top see when I hoe hop I kick it to the bus stop (what?) and it's goodie goodie gumdrops I don't be droppin squat but to the heads they think it's topnotch I'm skippin over every other dip as if it's hop hop hop hop hop hop hop hop hopscotch watch Aiy aiyyo man, ay man, look at ol' girl She got a BIG ass! (Yo man, sic her.) Aiy man, ay... hey sweetheart, how you doin? I'm doin fine. Oh word? What's your name? Rayshel. Why don't you come over to the house so I can put you in the BUCK BANG! Aight check it, you see I only bag ya for a second You never see me beggin, you see the slimmie naked in my headroom, mo' better yet my bedroom Tippedy tokin, and stutterin as if she's Max Headroom Redroom (Redrum?) No I ain't a murderer I'm Jake the Rake, yo sorry if I'm hurtin the vaginal area, fallopian tubes and your cervix I strongly recommend that for your gen' you get some Jergens I find it beneficial; not to force the issue I just blow my shit and wipe you see a head it's like tissue Use em and throw em away, see a hoe a day is essential If you want a piece of the rock, trick, go to Prudential cause I rock a buyer babe on the treetop And when the wind blows, my dick'll get hard, the cradle will rock I'm like the peacock on NBC, Nuttin But Cock I pump, prrrrrrrrrrrump pump it up yo, like a Reebok Hey, I don't sell junk, but I'm a Junkyard Dog And when I Duke it's a Hazzard, so call me Boss Hog Or Roscoe Pecol, ohhhhh! pain That's the sound of the Caravan... running the train yeahhhh yeahh, bitch That's the sound of the Caravan, running the train Owwowhwahaheha! Check it out, check it out yeah, in yo' eye! Yeahh! Hahhh! Yeahh! Twilite Tone got tricks up my sleeve Immenslope got tricks up my sleeve Yo DRK got tricks up my sleeve De La Soul got tricks up my sleeve JuJu got tricks up my sleeve The Nubian Nut got tricks up my sleeve Com Sense got tricks up my sleeve ("Wait... I got another trick up my sleeve") [Rayshel] I'm not a Jake or a Rake or a hoe, but I got the mo' better for head of the class And if you ask me I'm not tryin ta be drastic I'm not a bitch like Robin Givens I'm concerned about your plastic, ask it, I'll tell you what you wanna know And if I tell you no, don't be all up on it dope Frontin so your friends won't know that you got the 86 so you call me a bitch You get your kicks, but Kix and Trix are for kids I don't turn no tricks, I don't suck no Dix-ie cups I hops in the hubba Hubba Bubba I'm like Al B. stud, cause if I'm not your lover or your friend don't try to spend, waste your time tryin to get a taste of mine but you ain't tastin mine So find a new type puss, cause if I don't like you you ain't gettin service G, this ain't the drivethru Drive by, way far, and everything'll be groovy Then you pester me? Yo I'ma tell ya like the Nubians Move on black brotha move on You gotta move on black brotha move on |
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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)
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 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 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)
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 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 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 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 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 - "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 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 Cool & Style With Shining Touch Beatz (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 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 9집 - The Dreamer, The Believer (2011)
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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 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 - 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)
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 De La Soul - Stakes Is High (1997)
Intro: Common (Craig Mack sample from "Get Down")
And and bass up the track a little bit Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, knowhatI'msayin? Yeah yeah you know the bizness Common Sense, soul with the De La Get all them play-ahs We the rhyme sayers Huh, and that's the bizness, hah Gonna do it like this Gettin it that Like the Chicago streets Verse One: Dove I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye/lie Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh) Of course it's much greater than your Benx or your Lex The engine to my comprehension is just too complex Much too complex, EFX/effects be live like Das Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin in the after I haveta, send respects to real money makers Do not connect us with those champaign sippin money fakers Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town Now what that prove, you're so full you can't even move Chorus: Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E And can't another brother cook these delicacies Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One Walk around the planet earth making money having fun And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink... Verse Two: Common Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it Fabricated acryllic, I feel it, I'm the style molester I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a refa-ree in soul control of my desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five Whip ANYBODY ass at NBA Live, rappers take a dive like Greg Lougainis with his bitch-ass Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (ahuh-hah!) At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings upon rhymes old man who called him traitor Big Com Stradamus niggaz styles I predict Chorus: I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E And can't no other brother cook these delicacies Well I'm the P-L-U, the-G-to-the-One Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Verse Three: Pos I'm the most from the coast of the East, then flee Droppin more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave It's me, wonder why, in the place to be Certified, as superior, MC While others explore to make it hardcore I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see the lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling My rhymes escalates like black death rates Over musical plates, being played as the rule Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth you reside, you're not even a man So I don't seem it mandatory taking your pride But I will, cause my man said Soul for the life You cried "Keepin it real", yet you should try keepin it right That's understanding microphone mathematics Which leaves the currency in temporary world status And when one shows he posed threat to this one This one will make that one into none Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from Chorus: Now I'm the P-L-U, the-G-to-the-One Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Yeah, and I'm the-C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E And can't another brother cook these delicacies See can't another brother cook these delicacies See can't another brother cook these delicacies Outro: Common Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh Like triple it, alright That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago The type of freestyler flow Yeah, it's fluent, and we don't need to flow no more Hah Intro: *this comes before "Wonce Again Long Island" on the LP* To my man Mos Def yo he nonstop To my man Enola, yo he's nonstop And to my kin de Calhoun, yo he's nonstop Yo that girl MP, yo she's nonstop And to that crew Camp Lo, yo they nonstop And to that nigga Pop Life, yo he's nonstop And to my cousin Fudd Love, you know he nonstop My brother Lucky and Pert, yo they nonstop And to my man Joe Buck, you know he nonstop And my man Extra P, yo he's nonstop And my man Mike Divine, you know he nonstop That kid called Baby Paul, yo he's nonstop And to the Jazzyfatnastees, yo you're nonstop And my peoples Beatminerz, man they nonstop And to my man Mr. Bug, you know you're nonstop And yo, Litro, yo, he's nonstop And to, my dean The Green, yo you're nonstop And to my man Prince Paul yo he's nonstop And to that man Kid Capri yo you nonstop And A Tribe Called Quest, man they nonstop And don't forget the Jungle Beez yo they nonstop Extra Verse: *sampled from "Down Syndrome"* Let me tell you a little something about Soul (tell em son) I be a piece of the East coast, so give a toast to Plug Wonder why back in the day who soaked his words in jigga So when I ran a phrase in June you didn't catch it til December I'm a member of them kids from the inner city Giving you kitties audible treats, you be aching for making more money than a pagan holiday Not from the PJ's, yet I still got something to say |
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from De La Soul - Live At Tramps, Nyc, 1996 (2004)
Intro: Common (Craig Mack sample from "Get Down")
And and bass up the track a little bit Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, knowhatI'msayin? Yeah yeah you know the bizness Common Sense, soul with the De La Get all them play-ahs We the rhyme sayers Huh, and that's the bizness, hah Gonna do it like this Gettin it that Like the Chicago streets Verse One: Dove I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye/lie Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh) Of course it's much greater than your Benx or your Lex The engine to my comprehension is just too complex Much too complex, EFX/effects be live like Das Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin in the after I haveta, send respects to real money makers Do not connect us with those champaign sippin money fakers Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town Now what that prove, you're so full you can't even move Chorus: Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E And can't another brother cook these delicacies Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One Walk around the planet earth making money having fun And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink... Verse Two: Common Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it Fabricated acryllic, I feel it, I'm the style molester I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a refa-ree in soul control of my desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five Whip ANYBODY ass at NBA Live, rappers take a dive like Greg Lougainis with his bitch-ass Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (ahuh-hah!) At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings upon rhymes old man who called him traitor Big Com Stradamus niggaz styles I predict Chorus: I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E And can't no other brother cook these delicacies Well I'm the P-L-U, the-G-to-the-One Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Verse Three: Pos I'm the most from the coast of the East, then flee Droppin more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave It's me, wonder why, in the place to be Certified, as superior, MC While others explore to make it hardcore I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see the lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling My rhymes escalates like black death rates Over musical plates, being played as the rule Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth you reside, you're not even a man So I don't seem it mandatory taking your pride But I will, cause my man said Soul for the life You cried "Keepin it real", yet you should try keepin it right That's understanding microphone mathematics Which leaves the currency in temporary world status And when one shows he posed threat to this one This one will make that one into none Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from Chorus: Now I'm the P-L-U, the-G-to-the-One Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Yeah, and I'm the-C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E And can't another brother cook these delicacies See can't another brother cook these delicacies See can't another brother cook these delicacies Outro: Common Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh Like triple it, alright That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago The type of freestyler flow Yeah, it's fluent, and we don't need to flow no more Hah Intro: *this comes before "Wonce Again Long Island" on the LP* To my man Mos Def yo he nonstop To my man Enola, yo he's nonstop And to my kin de Calhoun, yo he's nonstop Yo that girl MP, yo she's nonstop And to that crew Camp Lo, yo they nonstop And to that nigga Pop Life, yo he's nonstop And to my cousin Fudd Love, you know he nonstop My brother Lucky and Pert, yo they nonstop And to my man Joe Buck, you know he nonstop And my man Extra P, yo he's nonstop And my man Mike Divine, you know he nonstop That kid called Baby Paul, yo he's nonstop And to the Jazzyfatnastees, yo you're nonstop And my peoples Beatminerz, man they nonstop And to my man Mr. Bug, you know you're nonstop And yo, Litro, yo, he's nonstop And to, my dean The Green, yo you're nonstop And to my man Prince Paul yo he's nonstop And to that man Kid Capri yo you nonstop And A Tribe Called Quest, man they nonstop And don't forget the Jungle Beez yo they nonstop Extra Verse: *sampled from "Down Syndrome"* Let me tell you a little something about Soul (tell em son) I be a piece of the East coast, so give a toast to Plug Wonder why back in the day who soaked his words in jigga So when I ran a phrase in June you didn't catch it til December I'm a member of them kids from the inner city Giving you kitties audible treats, you be aching for making more money than a pagan holiday Not from the PJ's, yet I still got something to say |
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from Common 9집 - The Dreamer, The Believer (2011)
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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 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 - Drivin` Me Wild [single] (2007)
[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 Best Of Duets (2009)
COMMON
Yes, we have arrived. Joss Stone Common This is for the world, world, world, JOSS STONE Verse: You don't have to make your mind up I just want to take my time with you If that's alright It's alright, It's alright Forgive me if I get too shy but Maybe you're the reason why, love, I'm feeling butterflies. Something about the look in your eyes (oooh) Oh, it just makes me feel so right CHORUS: Oh, when my mind's void You're my joy You're the dream when I sleep. Hey I'm for ya I adore ya You're everything that I need And I love how you love me If I'm made for you and you're made for me It's too good to be So tell me what we're gonna do now Yeah tell me what we're gonna do now Verse: It's funny how my world keeps spinning Sometimes you can be so silly, you know just how to make me laugh Ooh, your skin is so lovely it moves me when you touch me I know that you got my back I feel so safe when you hold me, it's always like you know me CHORUS: Oh, when my mind's void You're my joy You're the dream when I sleep. Hey I'm for ya I adore ya You're everything that I need And I love how you love me If I'm made for you and you're made for me It's too good to be So tell me what we're gonna do now Yeah tell me what we're gonna do now Oh, oh Right now (right now, right now) See baby I love how you make me smile (you make me smile) Don't leave, please stay a while Let's make this happen I don't care how COMMON Right now, let's stay in the present Can't worry about tomorrow cause today is a blessing The world in a state of aggression I find calm in you I see my mom in you It's like a feelin' in ya stomach when you want it so bad If we keep keeping it fresh it ain't gonna go bad I've been through the valley of love Rode through the shores of Cali just to find peace of mind Looking to the sky asking for at least a sign Beautiful you came at such a decent time When we combine it's like good food and wine Flavorful yet refined You remind me of the divine So easy Love can be lost and then found, like Stevie I just love having you around you wearing the gown I'm wearing the crown pound for pound we the freshest couple in town JOSS STONE Oh, when my mind's void You're my joy, the my dream Hey I'm for ya I adore ya You're everything that I need. I love how you love me I'm made for you oooh, you're made for me Oh, tell me what we're gonna do tell me what we're gonna do now |
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from Common 1집 - Can I Borrow a Dollar? (1992)
Verse One:
I'm {easy} easy, easy like Sunday morning I can kick a stupid nervous joint when I'm yawning Ahhh, Common's comin with that old oh excuse me Elizabeth, this is a big one, I mean a dewe-dewe Doogie, Howser, cause see I'm like Bowser Kickin it with the sha-na-na-na, the t-shirt, and the trousers, how's the, Family Ties? I'm left with the gift, open it up, SUPRISE! Big bat, filet-o-fish, quarter pounder french fries Icy Coke, milkshake, sundaies and apple pies And a cup? Nah, that's enough of that I'm like an indian giver, yo, give me that back Comin again hip-pop-pop-pop bring it back selector We be the thoroughbred, so use your head, play the Trifecta Common infector, smug MC, heads up! Ya better duck cause muck-a-luck, it's me [Now what's your name] Common Come in again... Common [How would you do it] Common [Now how was she] Common, check it out! Common is coming soon to a theater near you To the U-A-C crew, nuff respect due Do I do, where I do, when I do I do do do, yo I do it on the ease Verse Two: I be kickin it with the doubly-dope rhymer I'm trippin-and-dippin-and-slippin with the rhyme like Sli-mer [Who ya gonna call?] Ghostbuster I'm pee-wee we stole, and I'm just a Hustler, I tried to scheme for a sec But the record got wreck, tried to write a bad check So I checked myself, before self got buck wild, tried to live how I had to fluctuate To a snake, and metriculate, yo I had to elevate You can tell it's great, cause I'm state of 87, the South side of Chicago Five-oh-one come follow me yo, everywhere that I go And I know I ain't did nuthin [hell naw] The district think I be just a lil trick kid frontin U Ak got my back if there's any contact In the back is a track from Immenslope soul cat And it's phat, sorta like Oprah before she lost weight I put my rhymes in good hands, hey like All State And I'm all in a state of ease, utopia I'm the Spiderman, givin bug MC's arachnaphobia Holy-molia, it's totally awesome The survey say, I gets moe skins than Richard Dawson But I won't catch mono or no type of disease Cause when I flex, for sex, I do it on the ease Verse Three: A lop bop a woo bop, a lop bam boogie I'm a Dr. Pepper, wouldn't you like to be a Pepper two-steppin through, yodel-le-hee-hoo! Oui oui mon cheri, a como tale vouz? [Contraire mon frere] OK, to the death Is it true that I'm dope? {Yeahhhh!} Yippedy yes y'all, here we go a loopedy loop de loo A hubbeda hula hoop, a hubbeda alley oop to Coop I gots the Magic, but I'm not a Laker I'm shakin-and-bakin-and-takin, cause I'm the back-board break her arm and feather, whippin the wonder when she activates Hold up! My jaws are in my crack, [aight] pass the tape Time to activate, and ejaculate This is the beauty of where I'm in a state I meant to say demonstrate I'm in a state, where I've had too much eight, ball In the corner pocket, count em, buck it A chicken, a finger-lickin with a finger-bone C'mon I'm on a roll, stippedy stutter-roll Owah-owah-owah-owah Ayatoll of Khomein, my domain is infinite Ya got trouble, well you need to get some dick and to the hip-hop shop, the future shock When we started kickin on the one two, and ya don't stop But the buck stops here buckaroo Ya got your instructions, now you know what to do Take it easy |
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from Common - Sweet [single] (2011)
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from Common 9집 - The Dreamer, The Believer (2011)
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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 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 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)
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)
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 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 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 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 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 1집 - Can I Borrow a Dollar? (1992)
"Gimme a pound, thank you man" --> Tim Dog
(repeat 2X, then 4X faster) I'm as bad bad, as Leroy Brown Brown Yo I'm a pro pro, but not a noun noun If you got beef beef, then you'll get ground ground Cut up in soul soul, by the pound pound I'm going downtown like Julie Brown, I'm the round mound Not a rebound, but like a hound, I get down down Never wore a leash but I get loose Producin somethin fresher than fruits, got more soul than combat boots Diggin two scoops of raisins for the troops out of some blazers so amazin like Luther everyday Joe but not Bazooka I used to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free flow Me go with mi amigo, to see the Man named Chico The legal alienaeno, I roll the instrumentals Like Jack I be like Nimble never gentle to a bimbo Not your sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the Care Bears The way I freak funk OHHHH the Monkees sayin, "Hell yeah" Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks wanna cuss on how I walk talk and dress, they say my life's a mess But I'm straight, are you straight, if you straight, then I'm straight Rock me tonight, just for old time's sake Back to our regularly scheduled program, program I am so damn flam, I slam a slam, BAM, I slam like Conan the Barbarian, if you talk loud, I'll play librarian Cause see I want it quiet in here... I Mark a Markyiana a bunch of funky Uncle Thomases Play like Christopher Williams cause I gotta keep my promises to stick to my roots and not dilute cause G this ain't two colors I'm tired of seein these non rappin dancin motherfuckers "Gimme a pound, thank you man" --> Tim Dog (repeat 4X) For a record sale a nigga'll sell his soul to go gold and reach a large scale, sellin for the pale male and I can't tell, why for a hoe you grow a tail and stop drinkin ale, the booty probably smell Ain't no pussy worth a sale at least not for the kid to do a bid Shit you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you slid Got doodoo skids on my paper cause I got rhymes up the ass If I pass gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed like a mustache I must ask what's goin on with rap, white kids actin black It's like McDonald's sellin fatback Get back to your Mac, that stuff is wack with all these dancetracks I'm hearin rap from Antrhax, my time the Caravan cracks You're wack, that's the only thing that's black Scooter When we was on the streets, you was at home on your computer I'ma shoot a diss well like a fist to all these wack groups Rhymes are wack as hell! And they sample wack loops I'm wonderin how the hell they get a deal I still can't see that far I feel like Cypress Hill, I could just kill an A&R or whoever's in Charge, it surely ain't Charles but you ain't G-in hip-hop, cause it's ours "Gimme a pound, thank you man" --> Tim Dog (repeat 4X) It's sick you sick I'm sicker, I flick a flea flicker Think of thatI boa constrictor but the venom I inflicta is stricter, I stick I stick the stinkin to a stunk If soda was a forty dog, then I would be like drunk If if was a fifth I would lift the fifth and a spliff it's not a myth about our dick width, I'm swift and I shoot the presents In essence count your blessings I got a Wessun if you riff I'm a nigga with SOULLLLLLLLLL, my last name should be Smith-sonian I'm gassin girls heads, just like petroleum Get em ready to bone me and, then I play custodian and turn off the lights this is the likes of a ticketing wallowing high jumping radio rumping brother Got Seoul like Korea gimme an inch I'll take a liter A chick is a chick that's how I treat her never go pop I'm not a two liter A true leader, don't choose to follow, choose what I swallow whether water or a beer bottle, of course I play the lotto Wear em? No, share em? A hoe I like the girls the girls I share a life with a bro cause U-A-C is family, much tighter than foundations that holds up the walls, so you better proceed with caution "Gimme a pound, thank you man" "Gimme a pound" (4X) |
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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 8집 - Universal Mind Control (2008)
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Girl, ya been touched by the forces of nature I'm just tryna motivate ya Electricity is definitely there I got shocked when I touched your hair Sex 4 suga, suga 4 sex Sex 4 suga, suga 4 sex Sex 4 suga, suga 4 sex Sex 4 suga, suga 4 sex (Common - Verse 1) Girl...ooh, you look uh!!!1 You're the type of thick that I cain't give up What's your name? I cain't hear ya Will it be alright if I called you Suga? You could call me +Smokey+, I'll be the +Bear+ Your smell is sexy, it's all in the air Whatcha got girl? It's so unfair I like the way you move so keep it right there or you can do what you wanna do I'm just glad I'm in front of you But I don't mind bein behind 'cause I'ma touch you where the sun don't shine! Got my hand on the money while you on the grind In tune with you, 'cause you so fine And when you wine it's genu-wine Get on my vine and we can climb (Chorus 2X) (Common - Verse 2) Heard you used to dance at Magic Ci-tay The other girls couldn'ta been half as pret-tay You look so sexy when you grab them - OOOOOOOH!!!...oh, yes! Suga good Lord, you've been blessed If this is a sin, I must confess The way you dress, is like birdless I guess you don't mind bein undressed I like the way it's goin down Hips are movin all around Round and round, upside down I once was lost but now I'm found! Sweetheart, can you give me another round? Sweatin like you losin pounds Touch the ground, makin sounds Suga ooh Suga, you wear the crown (Chorus 2X) (Common - Verse 3) All that dancin, Suga.. Make me want ta do ya.. The way you move and shake it Ah ah, on the dance flooooo' Wanna touch and feel ya... We can get fa-mil-ar... The way you move and shake it Make me wantchu some moooo'.... Ooh, you makin my nature rise We can do more than fantasize Let's do the do, me and you We can whoa-ooh, WHOA-OOH, WHOA!! and whoopty whoo Your physique brings out my freak I like the way yo' bod-ty speaks I want some of you everyday of the week Suga Suga, you ain't nuttin sweet, uh! (Chorus 2X) |
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from Common 3집 - One Day It'll All Make Sense (1997)
Yo, we gotta start respectin life more y'all
You look at your brother man you gotta see yourself Gotta see the God within him Brothers gettin changed real quick over nothin We losin too many of ours Gotta recreate y'all Yo, check it Knowin you the best part of life, do I have the right to take yours Cause I created you, irresponsibly Subconciously knowin the act I was a part of The start of somethin, I'm not ready to bring into the world Had myself believin I was sterile I look into mother's stomach, wonder if you are a boy or a girl Turnin this woman's womb into a tomb But she and I agree, a seed we don't need You would've been much more than a mouth to feed But someone, I woulda fed this information I read to someone, my life for you I woulda had to leave Instead I lead you to death I'm sorry for takin your first breath, first step, and first cry But I wasn't prepared mentally nor financially Havin a child shouldn't have to bring out the man in me Plus I wanted you to be raised within a family I don't wanna, go through the drama of havin a baby's momma Weekend visits and buyin J's ain't gon' make me a father For a while bearing a child is somethin I never wanted to do For me to live forever I can only do that through you Nerve I got to talk about them niggaz with a gun Must have really thought I was God to take the life of my son I could have sacrificed goin out To think my homies who did it I used to joke about, from now on I'ma use self control instead of birth control Cause t'ree hunderd 'n' fi'teen dolla's ain't worth your soul t'ree hunderd 'n' fi'teen dolla's ain't worth your soul t'ree hunderd 'n' fi'teen dolla's ain't worth it [Lauryn Hill (two layers of vocals, same words)] I, never dreamed you'd leave, in summer You said you would be here when it rained [Common] Yo Why didn't you stay Seeing you as a present and a gift in itself You had our child in you, I probably never feel what you felt But you dealt with it like the strong black woman you are Through our trials and tribulations, child's elimination An intergration of thoughts I feel about the situation Back and forth my feelings was pacin Happy deep down but not joyed enough to have it But even that's a lie in less than two weeks, we was back at it Is this unprotected love or safe to say it's lust Bustin, more than the sweat in somebody you trust Or is it that we don't trust each other enough And believe, havin this child'll make us have to stay together Girl I want you in my life cause you have made it better Thinkin we all in love cause we can spend a day together We talkin spendin the rest of our lives It's too many black women that can say they mothers but can't say that they wives I wouldn't chose any other to mother my understanding But I want our Parenthood to come from Planning It's so much in my life that's undone We gotta see eye to eye, about family, before we can become one If you had decided to have it the situation I wouldn't run from But I'm walkin, findin myself in my God So I can, discipline my son with my writin Not have a judge tellin me how and when to raise my seed Though his death was at our greed, with no one else to blame I had a book of Afrikan names, case our minds changed You say your period hasn't came, and lately I've been sleepy So quit smokin the weed and the beadies and let's have this boy [Lauryn Hill] I, never dreamed you'd leave in summer You said you would be here when it rained You said you would be here when it rained Ohh I, never dreamed you'd leave in summer Now the situation's made things change Things change Why, didn't you stay Why didn't you stay... I, never dreamed you'd leave, in summer In summer You said you would be here when, it rained When it rained, it rained Ohhhohh I, never dreamed, you'd leave in summer You said you wouldn't leave Now the situation's made things change Things change, why didn't you stay? Stay, stay stay stay stay stay stay Mmmmm, stayyy Uh-uh Ohh why didn't you stay.. |
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from Common 2집 - Resurrection (1994)
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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 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 Common 3집 - One Day It'll All Make Sense (1997)
[Common]
Yeah, yeah, what, yeah Reminding me of Sef, what? Fat fat thick booty, what? You say jack that big booty, yo He say OOH OH I heard the boy he said OOH OH The party people he said OOH OH Uhh uh uh uhh yo yo yo Check it, check it Driftin on a memory, brought forth from a fifth of Hennesey, as in times of eighty-nine they envision me Warm days and the cold beer chemistry Eventually broken up by responsibilities and such Sometimes this era mentally I reconstruct High school I came out it Cats with clout at graduation got they name shouted Go to Great America, me and my lady rock the same outfit My niggaz be fuckin girls that she hang out with Round then Guy came out with, 'Piece of My Love' Arguin over if he said, "Dumb bitch" Everyday the same old with rainbow, watchin the sun twist Cool as a Mig Dry, that in the trunk shit Afterparties in Wendy's parkin lot, unfamiliar faces got marked a lot Showin off for hoes in bricks and rows had us charged to box That demo sorta stopped once A.C. got popped Chorus: Chantay Savage It's remind-ing... mmm whooahhh yeahhh It's remind-ing... heyyeahhahh, uh-huh [Common] Check it Before these minds got ahold to some drugs and start thinkin they thugs We'd be at the Bismarck, and the Racquetball club Plugged with Gucci promotion so we got in free Against the wall me and my guys formed a colony, Ron'll be beatin Saved my day, dancin on speakers Flames snatched I was born this way 87th Street and Hyde Park was warrin Over gossip, Kenwood bras was pourin Suited in three-quarter Jordans, pro-models and started coach out the back of Beauty Shop Sevalas Buy the dope, put my name in they verse, EPMD I would quote, stolen leathers I'd sell, like a child of broke behind the beat, I took my first shot of Henny It hit me in the chest like when them marks shot Benji Shame on the girl that left her Fendi around crew I'da go through it or, take it, we was bound to Travellin like Vice Lords, down to the taste Not wantin to bring my lady around crew cause they would snake House parties was the lick, behind bars we'd come up at em' I did the Hooper dance with my thumbs up Chorus [Common] There go the break To get the break go, it go OOH OH Yeah, it go OOH OH You heard the people they go oh oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh Yo, check it, check it Nowadays niggaz is fake, like that party at McCormick Place I don't draw with em, cause they was born to trace At times I contemplate movin to a warmer place Then the Lake and skyline, give me a warm embrace remindin me of the pointed parties Moe used to mace Six deep in the Hyundai bumpin Twilight Tone tapes Come home late callin broads hang up on they mother If it wasn't nowhere to scrap at then we would fight each other Get a room at the Dunes havin bakeouts We'd eat, at Giadonno's and break out Then everybody thought that they could spend High rollers had the MCM blazer blend Girbauds and Guess jeans we was takin in Cranes and freight trains we was breakin in Tim a be basin Mike down at I.I.T. Rememberin numbers depended on how high I'd be It's a Deja-Brew, when I see bottles of Gill My man Sef passed I feel hollow but still Chorus |
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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 3집 - One Day It'll All Make Sense (1997)
One two, one two, one two
Yo, I be the Big Illinois, here to build and destroy I come on your deck, on your set On your strip, through your burrough Rippin any muthafucka that steps towards me Yeah, I got power like floors be Yo, check it out y'all [Common] Real nigga quotes I tote, got some shit on the free but This some shit that I wrote, legendary like The Goat Who got game? Giving a quarter rest while I make these quarter notes My album, niggaz was expectin, now my water broke Before it, I was sorta broke Get the paper for the funnies, sports and the horoscope On a curry goat, like flu stokes order coke You sharp with your rings and chain but you short a rope At the end of the road trip still, I'ma hold shit down like syndrome Rappers are like Fox Brown tryin to get home Rarely get your touchdown, I'm in the end zone You can't honor what I'm on, then bitch nigga, get gone >From the wind storm, I've been told the street folklore Body language spoke raw, don't talk to broads that are spoke for That provokes war, stand out like cold sores You claim that you hard but you wholecore George Bush and CIA, you movin old or I Wright like Richard for publishing while you sold yours [Chorus: Dug Infinite] Com got rhymes, Dug make beats Style complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet (on the real)You know the shit be real(x5) (down on the real to real) [Common] Chicka-chicka-M-chicka-C-chicka-M and my People call me Com and collective with prospective I draw crowds, go off like car alarm sounds Bomb like 'Nam sounds, tell yo bitch to calm down Unless you want to get me skull askin me to take my hat off On ill raps, I spit as if I had a bad cough This Craig nigga stole a style and ain't take the tag off Playin yourself, you can't come with it, so you jack off More heart than an artery, jones in my bones To see thugs in harmony, it's gonna be some drama If you try to sit Com down, this ain't comedy Shit is real like a station property, crew is formin colonies Commonly, I hear these rats thinkin they mahogany On every rap hook, soundin like a dog to me In a reservoir, I flow and go On and on, like Erykah or etcetera Designated not to make hits but hit home Out of proportion, hit makers get blown (scratching)(on the real) [Chorus: Dug Infinite] [Common] R and B studs kill me with they hardcore ballads Love songs is violent, them niggaz whole style is silent I hate to Staple the singers together, but in my head It's been ringin forever...and a day if you grew up on Marvin Gaye Where all you singers booty this and freak me baby, it gets me MCs be insecure, like them little hoe niggaz Immature Wearin bobs, if I got a show in your town, I'm there with mob Bukein niggaz and pullin broads is the apparent job (scratching)(on the real) chorus(x2) (don't front)(echoed) |
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from Common 9집 - The Dreamer, The Believer (2011)
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from Common 1집 - Can I Borrow a Dollar? (1992)
This is a U A rhyme dedicate to the ca nine
Tch a ch tchk c'mere boy I said it's play time It's time to play with the mind of a slimmie I don't wanna be a freak but it's the dog in me I don't pretend to be the open door roses type I open the door for myself and I close it right in your face now you wanna taste my food what? You got your own food get a attitude You get left call the ref if you think it's foul I ain't tryin to hear that, so have a Coke and a smile Cause after awhile, I'ma wanna get BUCKwild And now months laters, I'ma say it ain't my child I'm sterile girl, we ain't never did nothin Cause only you and I know that the Common Sense is bluffin Little Miss Muffett, that's how the ball bounces Sorry you gotta bounce the ball eight pounds and two ounces That's how I'm livin, just like a rottweiler When I was a shorty, I was a lot wilder But then I got milder, and settled down with a harem and when I can't bear em, I share em You see it's like no, pass it off, pass pass the puss I ain't a nerd, but WE'VE GOT BUSH So cut the bush brat, and let's move it like a U-Haul Forget the grindin shit, I ain't tryin to get the blueball Brrrrrrrrap bump me child, I'm speakin upon the nitty gritty I'm a dog -- HERE KITTY KITTY .. Zippidy-doo-dah, a zippidy-zippidy-day Unzip your zipper baby, and come my way I'm Jack the Ripper, na-nah not Jack Tripper Cause Three is not Company when your other two friends are thicker So come one friend, come two friend, come all United we stand, divide your legs so I can fall in your bowl of cherries, Kerrie is so very thick thicker than the Dick Tom and Harry Tom and Jerry (WHAT?) A Woody Woodpecker You need body work, I work that body, I'm a bodywrecker Intersector, I'm the nectar plus the plum I manage to take advantage, cause some of these hoes are so dumb If you got some, just an eensy BIT of game then it's safe to say it's that bet you can get a dame I shoot, aim the same game, yo obedientally Tell em that I get the drawers come off immediately Here comes a nut slut, and we can do the Beat Street strut and be that I'm a mutt -- so what? No but if's or maybe baby, look who's talkin to It's true when I'm drunk I might bone anything that's walkin down the street, watchin ladies Nobody's watchin you, because you got a baby I ain't tryin to be a stepfather so I don't bother Word to mommy dearest, I look farther Down the road, to a road not taken I'm tired of all these same bitches, I need to take care a new flower, so Joe can take a shower and get wet, and then jet like ahhhh, seven-forty-seven I tell the girls my number 7-7-7-ninety-three-eleven Then I'm steppin, so when they call me, you'll hear "Is Common there?" Uh-uh, sorry you got the wrong number, if you wonder I'm the lumberjack Choppin down the cherry tree and never comin back It's like that and it'll be like that Because a dog is a woman's best friend black |
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from Common 8집 - Universal Mind Control (2008)
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on girl, let's go Hey baby am I crazy or was you giving me the eye? You said maybe, well you crazy because I know I'm too fly Already know I'm too fly, already know I'm too fly Already know I'm too fly, yeah I know what you like Right now I'm off the wine, wine We can take our time, time So much I want to fronts Feel the bump when we grind My uh in is your body, my uh is in your mind Check my dictionary that ass is so divine It slippery when it's wet girl, I can read the signs I knocked and I knocked uh, can I come inside? I knocked and I knocked girl, can I come inside? I feel like it's home when I'm in between your thighs It's the joy and the pain and the bites and the brain What make it feel so good that type of stuff you can't explain I do what I do to do to make it rain You got the invite tonight and I'm so glad you came 'Cause you the type that danger we gain in yo Mic check like the way I begin my show Girl I come from Chica so 'n' I go Turn around, it's about to be a TKO Hey baby, am I crazy or was you giving me the eye? You said maybe? Well you crazy because I know I'm too fly Already know I'm too fly, already know I'm too fly Already know I'm too fly, yeah I know what you like Some call me Com, Com, some call me The Red, Red You can call me daddy, I'ma put you to bed An appetite for seduction and it gotta be fed The sexual eruption got you hitting your head On the board and knock and screaming, oh Lord We exchange like students 'cause I study abroad And listen to your body and low key party And I keep pushing and pushing, you 'bout to volley em' up We the type to make lovin' and we up We take a ride down south 'cause you need to re-up Girl you call me Big Bank like I was saving it up I'm the doctor, I can hold it till my patience is up I make, I make, I make you hot baby I know, I know, I know your spot baby When we do it like we don't want it to end It's 3 P.M., we gon' do it again Hey baby, am I crazy or was you giving me the eye? You said maybe? Well you crazy because I know I'm too fly Already know I'm too fly, already know I'm too fly Already know I'm too fly, yeah I know what you like Come on girl, let's go to distant lands unknown We can fly on air if love is everywhere for you and me Come on girl, let's go to distant lands unknown We can fly on air if love is everywhere for you and me Hey baby am I crazy or was you giving me the eye? You said maybe? Well you crazy because I know I'm too fly Already know I'm too fly, already know I'm too fly Already know I'm too fly, yeah I know what you like Come on girl, let's go to distant lands unknown We can fly on air if love is everywhere for you and me Come on girl, let's go to distant lands unknown We can fly on air if love is everywhere for you and me |
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from Common 9집 - The Dreamer, The Believer (2011)
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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 Smokin Aces (OST) (2007)
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 Smokin' Aces (스모킹 에이스) by Clint Mansell [ost] (2007)
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 1집 - Can I Borrow a Dollar? (1992)
Hey C.S. man umm
Yeah since you don't wanna gimme a dollar for no beer umm why don't you gimme a lyrical shoutout on your album junior? C'mon man gimme somethin man! Common! Ah heh! Let's Make a Deal pickle I'm pitchin penny dimes and nickles You couldn't sell a sticker on the tape your DJ tickles I jiggle and juggle the rhymes like I was to keep you suckers all waiting My tub I rub a dub it with my rubber duck I play with those quack MC's, someone's been sittin in my chair And I'ma wash that crank right outta my hair Shampoo but, I'm down with the Nubian Nut, Joe and go for self You're buggin buddy doin somebody nosin don't know yourself Peace to Sef and Jeff, Tae ?Deesy Dirty and Don Tanean? Haste makes waste, so with the case is how my day begins Hot in quarter vader shops the sports day market pelo I'm think of my pap, the doctor slapped me in the hostpial with a G-O Word is bond when I was born, and I took a breath I never rhyme with busted rhymes and even the blind knew I was def Respect to Chico ?Waller Al Kadee Roscoe Kalidjusome? Poo-da, Ba Ba, Luther, the Baby B-Boyz always into some Time for get me drunk, ?Stu and more my cousin adulay? Fuck the bitches who dissed us and the hoes who wouldn't give Rash' a play I'ma play, and which way, until I get my new props Peace to Ricki Love the rockin shot to all the beer spots The marks we used to stick up, the posse gets much thicker To those who I forgot yo I'ma blame it on the liquor That's my nigga list, to those who I missed my ass you can kiss I gotta piss |
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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 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:
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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