歌手:Common
专辑:《One Day It\'ll All Make Sense》

Yo, *****z don't want none of this
*****z know they can't ***** with this
Turn this *******t up just a little more
I walk the night in rhymin armor, bomb a ***** like a winter coat
Have him on death row searchin for an Interscope
Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara
Symbolize ****, like sirens do terror
Mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated
Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it
Players is gettin' traded
I drop a gem off, them who's style is jaded
My juice is grated
*******t is so bangin *****z say it's gang related
On philosopher's rink of thought, I've skated with precision
Crews is gettin split like decisions
Com will let it ride in collision
Vision like colleco or tele, I battle stars in Stellar
Regions, my thought scheme was my like my offspring
Now, it's teethin'
My reason of rhyme applies to season and time
Season of mind , body and regions divine
In Mom's cookouts, i'm leavin the swine
Verbal vegeterian, squashed beef with Ice Cube
Came in this rap life nude
Now I'm fully clothed with flows
You tricks can't hide behind expensive cars and clothes
Old *****z I expose like Luke does hoes in videos
With classic material, imperial and rugged like
Got mag, but my slugs a mic
You fake like a smile, like a hug, I'm tight
Skip ladies, this is rip a mutha*****a night
Oracle arouse, *****z don't even run for cover right
Downtown interracial lovers hold hands
I breathe heavy like an old man, with a cold can of old style
Hold a stone isle profile
Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when i go wild
Hold mics like a second nut until the second comin
Hummin comin towards you with power like forest do
Hip hop, you my ***** and like a ford, I'm explorin you
So, wack *****z be cool, with them, I stay cordial
Flowin room temperature, cats is presumed miniature
Like golf. soft like Tiger Woods
And real ***** angles I've stood with ways that's geometric
Don't need to rob banks with broads to set it
I levitate to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist
Rhyme wise, you a rest haven
You sat by the door spooked like i was wes craven
You need to do more deletin and less savin
A praise in hell, raisin heaven
Like the bill on my pager leavens
What you should have known from day one
You will on day seven
Hungry hip hop junkie in the city
Hungry hip hop junkie in the city
Hungry hip hop junkie in the city