[03:03.00]Artist: Common Sense
[03:03.00]Album: Resurrection
[03:03.00]Song: Resurrection
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[03:03.00]I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
[03:03.00]That be scatterin
[03:03.00]Over the globe will my vocals be travellin
[03:03.00]Unravellin my abdomen it's Lon that's babblin
[03:03.00]Grammatics that are masculine
[03:03.00]I grab them in, verbally badgerin broads
[03:03.00]I wish that Madelline, was back on Video LP
[03:03.00]I went against all odds and got a even steven
[03:03.00]Proceed to read and not believin everything I'm readin
[03:03.00]But my brain was bleedin, needin feedin, and exercise
[03:03.00]I didn't seek the best of buys, it's a lie to textualize
[03:03.00]I analyze where I rest my eyes
[03:03.00]And chastise the best of guys with punchlines
[03:03.00]I'm Nestle when it's Crunch-time
[03:03.00]For your mind like one time
[03:03.00]If poetry was p**sy I'd be sunshine
[03:03.00]cause I deliver like the Sun-Times
[03:03.00]Confined in once-mines on dumb rhymes I combine
[03:03.00]I'm hype like I'm unsigned, my diet I unswine
[03:03.00]Eatin beef sometimes I try to cut back on that sh*t
[03:03.00]This rap sh*t is truly outta control
[03:03.00]My style is too developed to be arrested
[03:03.00]It's the freestyle, so now it's out on parole
[03:03.00]They tried to hold my soul in a holding cell so I would sell
[03:03.00]I bonded with a break and had enough to make bail
[03:03.00]A misdemeanor fell on his knee for the jury
[03:03.00]I asked No for his ID and the judge thought there was two of me
[03:03.00]Motion for a recess to retest my fingerprints
[03:03.00]They relinquished since, cause I was guilty in a sense
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[03:03.00]I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike when in dim light
[03:03.00]I use insight to enlight devices hit the skin tight
[03:03.00]Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe
[03:03.00]Imaginations in flight
[03:03.00]I send light, like Ben's kite I've been bright
[03:03.00]Get open like on gym nights
[03:03.00]And in fights I send rights
[03:03.00]Don't hook with skins my friends like
[03:03.00]I spend nights up in dykes
[03:03.00]In spite I've been indicted as a freak of all trades
[03:03.00]I got it made
[03:03.00]I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
[03:03.00]Come from a tribe of bums
[03:03.00]Hooked on negro and mums
[03:03.00]Had to halt with the, malt liquor
[03:03.00]Cause off the malt liquor I fought niggaz
[03:03.00]Now my speech and thought's quicker
[03:03.00]Cruisin Southside streets with no heat and no sticker
[03:03.00]U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker
[03:03.00]U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker
[03:03.00]U Ak got my back and we don't now check it
[03:03.00]I'm a homeboy not a home ni**a, ain't scared of no ni**a
[03:03.00]But it's my turn to go I gotta go
[03:03.00]And I'm gone with the storm