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*
Yeah, one two.. Yeah, where my nigga Jay Dee? Where ya at? (Yeah!) (Oooh, you say you got guns, then bring that shit) what? (You say you got ones, then bring that shit cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what? (to get my man see we bout to spit some) HOT SHIT Yeah, one two.. Bout to spit that, HOT SHIT Huh.. whoo! Yeah.. Turn it down nigga, HOT SHIT Yeah.. (oooh)
Messenger in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ here and +Now+ Niggaz know the ledge, so they don't come near the style I appear in clouds on some heaven to earth shit Fake niggaz drown the deeper the verse gets Deep as a skinny girl's cunt - I surface with the purpose to let y'all niggaz know the demo Voice is a instrument that's monumental You couldn't fuck with the style if you was a nympho Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to look into the eye I identify with dobbs and weaves, and niggaz makin moves that bob and weave, and niggaz with jobs on the side sell weed I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens I lecture how I got God but don't got religion Got a clip for these niggaz on the net, sellin my shit Let's just say you Ramone and I'm Spit In a habitat of Cadillacs and battle raps and people that travel at the speed of need Never agree with the ways of the world Cats say anything - like they say to they girl How you bringin it when you sit indian style? Niggaz know me as Com it's time hear me go wild with HOT SHIT, yeah.. HOT SHIT, yeah, one two.. Came to bring it boy
(You say you got guns, then bring that shit You say you got ones, then bring that shit cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what? (to get my man see we bout to spit some) HOT SHIT What? No doubt.. HOT SHIT!
Old men see visions young men dream dreams I rock the planet - recognize - I'm the C.R.E.A.M. Com Rules Everything and everything is How yo' man pullin yo' weight - he ain't carryin his Scary the biz is like "The Blair Witch Project" Experiment in rooms on some bare bitch project State senators, life twirls, most sell out - like a dread with a white girl You want me to cypher with you and the Gods? I just did a show - I'm pursuin these broads Everyone I ain't tryin to fuck Wanna feel female presence and conversation a touch You'll get split like a date that's dutch scuffed and scraped up Taped up for tryin to say what - ever you was about to say You rap like a nigga that's about to spray Get a mouth shot, for openin your mouth to say feel my heat in the night - it leaves you without the day What I write is a passage for niggaz to travel through Before defeatin me - Joe, you better battle you I tap into my own zone like it's my home phone Turn the cell off and let my dome roam Shame I gotta do white labels to keep my life stable I write fatal bringin niggaz to life A wise man came in the thick of the night He said BRING THAT SHIT when you pick up the mic I said, "What shit?" He said HOT SHIT, hot shit, hot shit
(You say you got guns, then bring that shit) uhhh (You say you got ones, then bring that shit cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) uhh (me and my man, see we known to spit this) HOT SHIT Hot shit, yeah, yeah, uhh What we spit Jay? (Throw it down nigga) HOT SHIT, uh, yeah, uh, c'mon, yeah (keep it goin) HOT SHIT.. HOT SHIT.. HOT SHIT.. yeah, boy (keep it goin) HOT SHIT.. out HOT..
Cold-blooded, cold-blooded, hard-core Rough and rugged, rugged and raw For you and your-your, for you and your You got the C to the, huh - cold-blooded Ain't it - huh, c'mon - hard-core We take it hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh-er
Yo, yo My little daughter, started, nursery school Brother Com, gotta make our move through the stylist(?) and violence with vibrance The sign of times with rhyme shit is timeless The mind is a terrible thing to spill Rap life's like a dream that seems for real A nigga wake up, superstar, with no acres after, travellin the world to see paper's just paper Streets take ya, back and forth like a shaker I'm a slave to the rhythm's breakin off I get the job done - but some days I wanna take off D be like, "We ain't got no time for that!" ?uestlove said, "We ain't got no time for that!" My old bird like, "We ain't got no time for that!" So I rhyme when my back hurts Play the numbers from my grandmother like Kraftwerk I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin we're in to win with Hen's and Heineken's Beast for each and greet the meek with speech to seek and peak cause Pete, shit gets deep I fuh-fuh-freak, styles that come out at night, when most cats pull the gun out Go on and on and, to the break of when the sound run out, run out, r-run out C uhh, yeah
Cold-blooded (c'mon) cold-blooded, hard-core (hit em with the) Rough and rugged (c'mon) rugged and raw (hey) for you and yours, for you and yours You got the C, uhh - cold-blooded (yeah) cold-blooded (c'mon) hard-core (ain't it funky) Rough and rugged, rugged and raw for you and yours, for you and yours (Yo, yo I-I think I wanna taste these horns I want you to taste these horns, c'mon now) C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core (ain't it) Rough and rugged (uh) rugged and raw (yeah baby that's what I'm talkin about c'mon, give em, give us a little more) for you and yours, for you and yours C to the, cold-blooded (na, na-nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core (c'mon) Rough and rugged, rugged and raw (Yo, aight let let me get a little taste of this here) for you and yours, for you and yours..
The simps, please uhh uhh uhh uhh These studs mention me, uhh uhh uhh uhh As a, intense MC, sent to be the reign on the industry I came With penitentiary talk, Coke and a Hennesey walk My imagery talks, metaphors and similes stalk Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest nigga I'm killin 'em soft Dealin with golf, gettin blowed on the course I be dissin magazines, but then buy The Source Can't explain why the force, is with me Known to bring a rapper down - like Bobby did Whitney Sophisticated sissies strut like this is Beat Street in backpacks Braggin how they don't eat meat and abstract I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene with a rhyme scheme to escape frauds Make broads become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter The way you want the game I rub off like Henner I remain like a tattoo with natural raps Copy like a fax that's y'all actual facts Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land I done thought of, a master plan, it goes
C to the, cold-blooded (yeah, c'mon) cold-blooded, (ya know) hard-core (ain't it) Rough and rugged, (c'mon) rugged and raw for you and yours, for you and yours You got the C to the, cold-blooded cold-blooded, hard-core Rough and rugged, rugged and raw for you and yours, for you and yours You got the C to the, cold-blooded (yeah, hey) cold-blooded (na-nasty, yo yo) hard-core Rough and rugged, rugged and raw (ain't it, ain't it) for you and yours, for you and yours You got the C to the, cold-blooded cold-blooded, (c'mon) hard-core Rough and rugged, rugged and raw for you and yours, for you and yours..
Mo'fucker move back, I pursue rap at the pace of a New Jack Miscellaneous numbers and shoes stack grooves Rap I deliver for the hungry and underprivileged Something different from these hollow and grunting niggas This is business strictly, step to my business is risky 'Specially when you as bitch as Missy Back to back LP's that sound the same, I surround the game With a four-pounded brainstorm To make niggas dance in the rain, scared to take a chance in the game Used to breakdance, it's a shame What money do to a nigga brain If he lose his soul what did a nigga gain?
"Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it" "C O double M O to the N" (cut and scratched 4x)
My train of thought is that of a hustler, or a nigga with his shirt off Trying to get his work off to customers I rap with a chip on my shoulder, squeezing Coronas See shirts that say "We gotta get over" That juggy shit is over, the war is on I on;y want to be a soldier, I'm holding on, to a culture Focused like Gordon Parks when it's sorta dark For niggas that's flooded with ice, my thought's the ark Performing warming arts with some shit for the heart Don't fuck with radio, ignoring the charts I could give a FUCK what you made in a year, nigga, you wack A soft nigga on a hard track, in this new rap Generation I "X" cats like a Muslim He fell off cause I pushed him Let his Bently and his weak crew be his cushion I catch him on the streets, in front of the bodyguards and rush him
"Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it" "C O double M O to the N" (cut and scratched 4x)
You wasn't saying you was a thug before Pac came Ten years ago you had a high top trying to be like Kane Then Snoop released and it became a G thang Claim sets, your city ain't got gangs Niggas hate you, they ain't paying you no attention In a circle of faggots, your name is mentioned With six degrees, I separate MC's, from a business man that's good >From a nigga that was raised or just lived in the hood >From what a nigga says to what's understood Keep my shit tight like them boys in "The Wood" Dick is always hard like the "Boyz in the Hood" Peace to Dug Inf, No I, Sean Lett, the whole Chi At the crib some cats give me the cold eye I'm a bitch slap the next one Let him know the world is my section for taking You got to reduce aggression
"Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it" "C O double M O to the N" (cut and scratched 4x)
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..
Alright.....Okay (4x) Alright......We'll make it funky for you now
I'm a child of the ahh - The 87 ahh From the streets - Get on a beat and go ahh I could break it down like whatever ya ahh On some K-R-S be here forever type unh You-you-you-you know you shouldn't rhyme like unh Let them pussy niggas get in your mind like unh Baby boy you could do it take your time do it.... If you get the chance To be a man in a b-boy stance and advanced from the go I'll trace outer space with a unh The baby-sitter of styles - I've traveled miles with bitches and....I've traveled miles with..... I've traveled miles with bitches and brew the ritual of the real unh Your platinum but real unh's don't feel you You sampled real unh's and then filtered I'm built to last - at last I'm free The Roots and SV be the family tree SV and the Roots be the family tree The Roots and SV and the tree is unh Come on
*As long as it's funky....alright..okay [yeah] As long as it's funky...alright As long as it's funky...alright...okay As long as it's funky...funky for you now
I style for the ohhh - wild for the ohhh Baby girl let's go half on a child for the ohhh Lick shot's pop lock and blaow for the oohh Like Ra-I'll move a crowd for the ohhh You talkin' loud but ain't sayin' ohhh Trickin' paper on a unh... Captain Save-a-ohhh I've never been.. the type of nigga.. to take.. a broad to the courts As a shorty I was always into sports Now I talk to drums and walk in slums and thoughts that's ohhh Instinct to hustle-divided by the struggle Plus a couple of scuffle's and up to high shuffle Even when it sound muffled.. I bust through.. narrow gates.. with king-sized thoughts that's sparrow shaped Before I came up I had to elevate Let a nigga move where he wanna move up to You don't like how I'm livin... well fuck ohhh I stuck to what I was on... a star is born on a cusp Many angel's fell to the dust Leavin' me to trust... only a ohhh Leavin' me to trust y'all only a ohhh Leavin' me to trust in a - ahh ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh Yo
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Let your.. imagination.. dance to the.. Dance to the.. dance to the hey Like nobody's watchin in a b-boy stance to the hey I'm funky like Africans in France to the hey Yo hey.. kick in the bass you.. Chasin paper like a bitch in a race Spit on or death, I still ain't picked up the ace The hundred.. styles I run with thick in the race So let's ohhh.. yeah unh hunh
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?
[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*
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
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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
Yea,Yea,Yea You know, they call me a pimp, and you know what that mean I'm a Person that's Making Profit. See I pimp internationally I'm nationally recognized, locally accepted I pimp with the truth, that's the only method
Seen her on Madison where Vice Lords be Travelin And Chevy windows be rattlin and badder than any other broads that I've seen in these parts Her body language spoke like a smart remark, eyebrows arched Thick lips, blond wig, nice tits, ass the size that I dig Asked her the name, one way to approach her See she had game, she needed me to coach her Expose her to some paper, freedom and culture The way a righteous pimp is supposed to
As he came closer in his eyes I seen fortune I ain't having it like abortion Walking with this stick holding his tip Looked like a Black Panther that was trying to pimp It was cold as shit, I'm waitin on my ride Act like I didn't see him I tried
Motion denied (pause) I felt the vibe like Roy Ayers She was used to seeing pimps in furs and gators Told her I'm an innovator, a gentlemen of leisure That's in tuned with nature, hold Common's hand I'm a take you to a pimps promise land Where no man can break ya, break ya, break ya
Pimps, ho's, hustlers, plans, dealers, customers, and bodies stuck in it, Oh my god Pimps, ho's, hustlers, plans, dealers, customers, and bodies stuck in it, Oh my god
{hey girl, come on over here, check it out) Make your next move your best move, choose me
How I look working for a nigga in a cuffe' If I was on a track you couldn't produce me With them shits on your wrist looking goofy
(yea ok) I pimp without a pause, for the cause, I'm a rebel You been on the streets I'm trying to take you to another level You used to the same game, cats saying the same thang Nigga you gone ho underground or ho mainstream
Yeah baby boy In the place (for you and yours) to be Da uh da uh, we got the uh ya'll We bout to rock ya'll, we got the uh baby... Yo yo yo check it Excite-ting, enlight-ning, invite-ting I'm writin shit that I feel Raps are Black Steel In the Hour of commotion, the motion of Com Is like that of a ocean, devotion cuz I'm The Earth, Wind, and Fire of hip hop By Rakim and Short I been inspired My shit knocks environ---ments of cats wit seventeen's tint, time is money The mind is funny, how it's spent on gettin it It's sittin wit descendants of Abraham Who say the jam is "Money, Cash, Hoes" I went from bashful to asshole to international Lover-self, word to the mother on my last record cover it's felt Now deal wit it
*I wanna get into it Let's do this I wanna see you move it So move it So let's just get into it Let's do this Can you feel the music? The music oh ah, can you feel the music, the music
Yo check it yo In this never-ending battle to please Niggas, magazine writers, MC's Who request hot shit, I freeze And tell em where I was rose, we always said cold Hold your Horses and ya Carriages, this never-went-gold nigga Rocks shows care-less You not gon' respect self, at least respect the heritage Affect the lives, the spread of wealth and the merit is I realize what I portray day to day, I gotta carry this And beats, rhymes and life is where the marriage is Had Dreams of Fuckin R&B broads, it came true Journalist I wreck, shared the same view Picked up a fallen angel on the path that I MC Familiar voice, come to find out the angel was me Some say "You changin, Rashid" Times are, we still close I rhyme far, away away away From what you accustomed to hearin everyday, uh-ah You know the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, homies dyin I'm amongst it, save the war stories for Private Ryan, INI
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Yo check it yo Women cry, children laugh, men dance I refuse to lose self and try to win fans over Weight on my shoulder fluctuates like Oprah's My refrigerator poetry's magnetic like ultra You couldn't hang if you was a poster Posin like a bitch for exposure It's rumors of gay MC's, just don't come around me wit it You still rockin hickies, don't let me find out he did it Got My Eyes on the Tiger, Eyes on the Prize Eyes on the thighs of Mary J. Blige, imagin on how good the cat must be Stop eatin meat, lost weight, but I still rap husky My verse depth is that of a baby's first step Or the old lady who died and the nurse wept I flow like cursive writing, invitin you and yours to my openess Shows allow me to cop Range/range like a vocalist But man does not live on bread alone What good is a Range/range when it's time to head home?
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(during chorus on the second time) We be that, we be that Afrodisiac, disiac We be that, we be that Afrodisiac, disiac We be that, we be that Afrodisiac, disiac We be that, we be that Afrodisiac, disiac We be that, we be that Afrodisiac, disiac We be that, we be that Afrodisiac, disiac yeah
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
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..
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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..
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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..
hmmmmm..., doo doooo, doo doooo, yeah..., yeah..., oooh Know I love my baby, My baby loves me Layin in some heaven, need a little company Let's go into a heaven, time to get some Geto Heaven Geto...
Searchin for a love, throughout the ghetto Young girls is thick, righteousness is narrow I got my third, eye on the sparrow Want my peoples straight and rock sweet apparrel The mother of my child, we not together Baby it's your back, I got forever As the weather, talks to us Him rockin the Holy Spirit walks through us The blunted eyes of the youth search for a guide A thug is a lost man in disguise The rise and fall, of a nation, even when the buildings tumble I still stand tall, I walk through the valley, wit a life preserver Feelin at times, that I might just murder Yo but that aint what I was sent for I want folks to say his life it meant more Than any car, any rock, or any broad He found Geto Heaven in himself and God
Geto Heaven... Standin in some Geto Heaven Geto Heaven... Standin in some Geto Heaven Geto...
Love, your happiness don't begin wit a man Strong woman, why should you depend on a man I understand you want a man that's resourceful If he pay your bills, he feel like he bought you Talkin to a friend, about what love is Her man didn't love her, cuz he didn't love his Hugged her from afar, said what I felt You never find a man, till you find yourself Time helps mistakes, you can learn from Cuz one man fucked up men you shouldn't turn from You want a certain type of guy, gotta reach a certain point too At the destination, a king will annoint you Goin through the storm, many bodies stay warm That relationship died, for you to be born, you worth more Than anything you could cop in a store For you to grow he had to go so what you stoppin him for Not even I could ignore bein alone it's hard Find heaven in yourself and God
I know I love my baby My baby loves me I'm layin in some heaven, need a little company, yeah It's twenty four seven, time to get some Geto Heaven Time to get some Geto Heaven Geto Heaven, Geto Heaven It's time to get some Geto Heaven Time to get some Geto Heaven, ohhhhhh...
This music is so much bigger than me As far as happy, yo it's like a trigger to me Dealin with crab rappers, and groupie broads Record execs, at times it do be hard But to choose words, and be heard across waters Doin something you like to support daughters Keepin your guys who collectin court orders Conveyin messages that the ancestors brought us Thought of things to say to become the end thing for the day Somehow, that didn't seem the way for me to make it Music is a gift that is sacred I hope you didn't use it hopin you could grow to it Whether servin or a surgeon, you gon go through it Can't imagine goin through it, without soul music It's like Donnie ?half? helped me see Lonnie's ?fath? On my behalf, let's take whole steps to a ?ho tep? And show depth, as we make people nod Find heaven in this music and God Find heaven in this music and God Find heaven in this music and God
Geto Heaven Geto Heaven Geto Heaven, yeah, yeah Geto Heaven, my baby Geto Heaven, my baby Geto Heaven, my baby Geto Heaven, my baby Geto Heaven, my baby...
In the Spirit of God. In the Spirit of the Ancestors. In the Spirit of the Black Panthers. In the Spirit of Assata Shakur. We make this movement towards freedom for all those who have been oppressed, and all those in the struggle. Yeah. yo, check it-
There were lights and sirens, gunshots firin Cover your eyes as I describe a scene so violent Seemed like a bad dream, she laid in a blood puddle Blood bubbled in her chest, cold air brushed against open flesh No room to rest, pain consumed each breath Shot twice wit her hands up Police questioned but shot before she answered One Panther lost his life, the other ran for his Scandalous the police were as they kicked and beat her Comprehension she was beyond, tryna hold on to life. She thought she'd live with no arm that's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight They moved her room to room-she could tell by the light Handcuffed tight to the bed, through her skin it bit Put guns to her head, every word she got hit "Who shot the trooper?" they asked her Put mace in her eyes, threatened to blast her Her mind raced till things got still Opened her eyes, realized she's next to her best friend who got killed She got chills, they told her: that's where she would be next Hurt mixed wit anger-survival was a reflex They lied and denied visits from her lawyer But she was buildin as they tried to destroy her If it wasn't for this german nurse they woulda served her worse I read this sister's story, knew that it deserved a verse I wonder what would happen if that woulda been me? All this shit so we could be free, so dig it, y'all.
I'm thinkin' of Assata, yes. Listen to my Love, Assata, yes. Your Power and Pride is beautiful. May God bless your Soul.
It seemed like the middle of the night when the law awakened her Walkie-talkies cracklin, I see 'em when they takin her Though she kinda knew, What made the ride peaceful was the trees and the sky was blue Arrived to Middlesex Prison about six inna morning Uneasy as they pushed her to the second floor in a cell, one cot, no window, facing hell. Put in the basement of a prison wit all males And the smell of misery, seatless toilets and centipedes She'd exercise, (paint?,) and begin to read Two years inna hole. Her soul grew weak Away from people so long she forgot how to speak She discovered frredom is a unspoken sound And a wall is a wall and can be broken down Found peace in the Panthers she went on trial with One of the brothers she had a child with The foulness they would feed her, hopin she's lose her seed Held tight, knowing the fight would live through this seed In need of a doctor, from her stomach she's bleed Out of this situation a girl was conceived Separated from her, left to mother the Revolution And lactated to attack hate Cause federal and state was built for a Black fate Her emptiness was filled with beatings and court dates They fabricated cases, hoping one would stick And said she robbed places that didn't exist In the midst of threats on her life and being caged with Aryan whites Through dark halls of hate she carried the light I wonder what would happen if that woulda been me? All of this shit so we could be free. Yeah, I often wonder what would happen if that woulda been me? All of this shit so we could be free, so dig it, people-
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
[Common] Blood and magic dripping from me True thugs and addicts I grip an entry Enter this game with tricks and envy I forget game to remain an emcee Rooms in this mind that's still empty, only fufilled through prophecy You stoppin me, you see I'm tryin to catch this plane You must be slow nigga, catch your brain It's fresh, but it is some stress and pain Got hos?, Ho nigga respect the game I talked to cab drivers about the fast lane And Islam, masters and shakras? and beyond Think about the hustle and somehow I see by But what led it to the concrete, BS be strong You was at your hardest when you didn't even try Live like a bitch, to bitch you gonna die
[Chorus] (x4) Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower!
[Common] Mercury and retrograde, I'm trying to get niggas in the ghetto paid While they watch pornos and Escalades, away from floats and the dope in sex parades Somebody screamin in my mind, I'm tryin to find if it's me Or voices on the master, they desgin to be free Same revolt, can't be found on TV, or radio, its livin in me Hey lady, that smoke is bothering me If I put it in your eye, ashes you would cry All this rap talk is blowing my high I just came to chill and build with my guy I try to walk but I stumble off the humble path This story of a pimp stick that became a staff You got it, you gotta know where to aim the Mag Art and oppinions are made to clash
[Chorus] (x4) Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower!
[Common] Out of body hard to explain, like the pyramids and gods I remain I know pain, like Kurt Cobain, or ain't I playin hurt the whole game Dig it to the Earth's brain for worst gain Focused like young blood on his first chain I used to write shit to please niggas Now I write shit to freeze niggas Whether iced out, or American Pie sliced out I sit in the room with the lights out Whether diced out, or with their hair spliced out I sit alone in the room with the lights out screamin
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*)
She rested her head upon my chest Sensed liberation in between breaths Wonder if sex is what she found it in Peace, found it laying down with men Wasn't there to judge her, many ways I loved her It was more than bodies we shared with each other We laid under the cover of friends A place where many lovers began I began, to feel her body shake in my hand Body language, it's so hard trying to understand Usually after sex, it's a good feel Took by silence, emotion stood still I could feel, her tears spill, from her grille Hurt from before that began to build She told me hold me, a story she assembled it Telling it, trying not to remember it It was a story of innocence taken Thought she could redeem, through love making When she was eight she was raped by her father And tried to escape through multiple sex partners Felt pitiful, she had only learned, To love through the physical, inside it burned My heart turned, I thought of what this man did She forgave him, she grew to understand it Her soul was tired and never really rested Only with men through aggression Said it was a blessing and it happened for a reason By speaking it, she found freedom Between me and you
[Chorus: Cee-Lo] Sometimes I wish a, careless whisper Serenade her, without speaking a word Because of you I'm stronger, I'm afraid no longer I feel so alive in me, you have liberated me
She laid, I watched her breathe Happy to be here, not afraid to leave I couldn't conceive her not being here Death in her face her not having fear Less than a year she was diagnosed with it Memories of that year, so close and vivid Happiness, would only visit, once in a while To watch an adult, becoming a child Somehow, I knew she'd make it The life of one so given early would God take it? Hurt she placed in, hope and prayer Hurt she placed in chemo and lost hair I stare with my eyes closed Wonder when the body leave does the mind go Watching Jordan became less important Seeing this disease eat away my aunt's organs According to doctors there's no cure We went through doubt, and cases of insure Wish I knew then how to heal with herbs Knew a part of her I could heal with words But the Creator was sending for her What seemed like the end was the beginning for her Like that, she didn't want us to remember her No more medication did she want us to give to her It spread from her liver to her lungs to her last breath Only to be freed through death Between me and you [Chorus]
He spoke with his eyes, tear-filled A lump in his throat, his fear built My whole life it was in steel This ain't the way that men feel A feeling, he said he wish he could kill A feeling, not even time could heal This is how real life's supposed to be? For it to happen to someone close to me? So far we'd come, for him to tell me As he did, insecurity held me I felt like he failed me To the spirit, yelled help me I'd known him for like what seemed forever About going pro we dreamed together Never knew it would turn out like this For so long he tried to fight this Now there was no way for him to ignore it His parents found out and hated him for it How could I judge him? Had to accept him if I truly loved him No longer he said had he hated himself Through sexuality he liberated himself Between me and you
