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"Resurrection"

[Intro]

Yeah I'ma get this one off for 87th Street

South Side of Chicago, Chicago everywhere, check it

It's like come on, y'all, get live, get down

Common Sense is in your town

I said come on, y'all, get live, get down

Common Sense is in your town

[Verse 1]

I stagger in the gatherin'

Possessed by a patter-in that be scatterin'

Over the global, 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 Madelyne 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, a 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 (Why?)

They got too many white boys

A million black men walkin' towards one direction

For sure, the cream of the planets... resurrection

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[Verse 2]

A prophet, raised among Black Disciples and Vice Lords

Who don't give a fuck about mic cords, at night, swords get up

Together, black wrists get cuffed

I'm wishin' for a change, my man want his change in a cup

Yes, Sir, 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 splashed

In jams, I mash like Alan Alda

Niggas nod, thangs say "Hey" as if I was Little Walter

'87 strip walker, taught the code of the area

By stayin', within the barrier

Exposed to Stony stimuli, with that I identify

Brothers went through my rotate solidify the realness

Skull caps, Smurfs, Puffy jacket, Lugz boots on

Steppin' to me is like goin' to the County being a Neutron

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[Interlude]

1, 2, 1, 2, we'll get on down, check it

[Verse 3]

I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike

When in dim light, I use insights to enlight

Then write somethin' that's skin tight

Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe, imagination's in flight

I send light, like Ben's kite, I've been bright

Get open like on gym nights

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

Doodoo-Doo-Doo, Doo-Doo! 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 niggas

Now my speech and thought's quicker

Cruisin' South Side streets with no heat and no sticker

UAC got my back, and we don't get no thicker

87 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

When it's my turn to go I gotta go, and I'm gone with the storm...

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"Resurrection"