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Intro:Yeah I`ma get this one off for Eighty-Seven StreetSouth side of Chicago, Chicago everywhere check itIt`s like c`mon y`all, get live get downCommon Sense is in your townI said c`mon y`all, get live get downCommon sense is in your townVerse One:I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-inThat be scatterinOver the globe will my vocals be travellinUnravellin my abdomen it`s slime that`s babblinGrammatics that are masculineI grab them in, verbally badgerin broadsI wish that Madelline, was back on Video LPRaps I make up like blacks do excusesI feel like Noah, hookin my mellows up on deucesIf a broad ain`t got a mind or job or crib she uselessAcoustic basslines embrace rhymes while I chase minesThey say signs of the end is nearI wonder can I walk a righteous path holdin a beerGot more verses than a Kramer, go off like a pagerSkills uglier than Craig Mack in your ear I`m the flavorMy old bird said some of my songs sound like noiseDon`t watch the Bulls as much, they got too many white boysA million black men walkin, towards one directionFor sure, the cream of the planets... resurrectionVerse Two:A prophet, raised among black disciples and Vice LordsWho don`t give a fuck about mic cords and nice swordsget up, together black risk your cupI`m wishin for a change, my man want his change in a cupYessir, I`m in the Mix-a-LotBitches put em on the glass while I`m puttin stickers on they assI rule everything around me like cashOn the rocks of reality, dreams get smashedIn jams I M*A*S*H like Alan AldaNiggaz nod, they say hey as if I was Little WalterEighty-Seven strip walker taught the code of the areaby staying, within the barrierExposed to stony stimuli, with that I identifyBrothers went through my rotate solidify the realnessSkull-caps, Murf Puffy jacket, Lug boots onSteppin to me is like goin to the county being a NeutronVerse Three:I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bikeWhen in dim lightI use insight to enlightDevice up in da skin tightWords of wisdom wail from my windpipeImaginations in flightI send light, like Ben`s kite I`ve been brightGet open like on gym nightsAnd in fights I send rightsDon`t hook with skins my friends likeI spend nights up in dykesI`ve been indicted as a freak of all tradesI got it madeI bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drumsCome from a tribe of bumsHooked on negro and mumsHad to halt with the, malt liquorCause off the malt liquor I fought niggazNow my speech and thoughts quickerCruisin Southside streets with no heat and no stickerU Ak got my back and we don`t get no thickerEighty-Seven got my back and we don`t get no thickerChicago got my back and we don`t now check itI`m a ho but not a ho niggaAin`t scared of no nigga But it`s my turn to go I gotta goAnd I`m gone with the storm

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Resurrection `95

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