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Текст песни Common Sense - Resurrection `95

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ntro:
Yeah I`ma get this one off for Eighty Seven Street
South side of Chicago Chicago everywhere check it
It`s like c`mon y`all get live get down
Common Sense is in your town
I said c`mon y`all get live get down
Common sense is in your town
Verse One:
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
Raps I make up like blacks do excuses
I feel like Noah, hookin my mellows up on deuces
If a broad ain`t got a mind or job or crib she useless
Acoustic basslines embrace rhymes while I chase mines
They say signs of the end is near
I wonder can I walk a righteous path holdin a beer
Got more verses than a Kramer, go off like a pager
Skills uglier than Craig Mack in your ear I`m the flavor
My old bird said some of my songs sound like noise
Don`t watch the Bulls as much, they got too many white boys
A million black men walkin, towards one direction
For sure, the cream of the planets... resurrection
Verse Two:
A prophet, raised among black disciples and Vice Lords
Who don`t give a fuck about mic cords and nice swords
get up, together black risk your cup
I`m wishin for a change, my man want his change in a cup
Yessir, I`m in the Mix-a-Lot
Bitches put em on the glass while I`m puttin stickers on they ass
I rule everything around me like cash
On the rocks of reality, dreams get smashed
In jams I M*A*S*H like Alan Alda
Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was Little Walter
Eighty-Seven strip walker taught the code of the area
by staying, within the barrier
Exposed to stony stimuli, with that I identify
Brothers went through my rotate solidify the realness
Skull-caps, Murf Puffy jacket, Lug boots on
Steppin to me is like goin to the county being a Neutron
Verse Three:
I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike
When in dim light
I use insight to enlight
Device up in da 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
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 and thoughts quicker
Cruisin Southside streets with no heat and no sticker
U Ak got my back and we don`t get no thicker
Eighty-Seven got my back and we don`t get no thicker
Chicago got my back and we don`t now check it
I`m a ho but not a ho 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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