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Chicago You Come To My Senses

feeling you, I?m feeling you I?m feeling you, I?m feeling you Ecstasy, you and me, boy, you know I?m feeling you, I?m feeling you I?m feeling you, I

Tonight's musical guest Two of Chicago's finest emcees Give it up for Common and Kanye West It's common sense Yeah! Common sense It's Common Sense, yeah

let you know its over And grab you with a crowbar and snap you in a coma Drug you with my music son, you'll never sober While your chicks on my Boeing

you gotta just watch out for your own 'Cause ain't a damn thing free back home We're takin' you back home y'all Yeah, it's Common Sense, my God Mike

house you, you in my hut Thinkin' of a rhyme trying to hold my nut Armand on the cut Com Sense MC Baby put that ass in the air where I can see Feel free, feel good You

who you think you grabbin? The god can never lose, so you know it will never happen Lyrically making you sleepy, you'll need a nap when I slap you with

you ain't shit.. you wasn't shit when you was here! I seen you do that shit all that's the same shit You was doin round the poolroom nigga It ain't nuthin

Tonight's musical guest Two of Chicago's finest emcees Give it up for Common and Kanye West It's common sense Yeah! Common sense It's Common Sense, yeah

from my mistakes to miss another Resembling ignorance, isn't it all in the struggle? Got you wondering, why? You wanna bubble so you hustle Building the muscle that's not needed So the other one you