show you a style and throw you? For all competitors, Black Thought comin through the seckle 'cause I'm the superior style and you inferior Let me adjust my voice so you
You and me (boy you know I'm) I'm feeling you (feeling you, feeling you, feeling you, feeling you) I'm feeling you (boy you know I'm) I'm feeling you
and corn Collard greens and fatbacks - it's country 'an a mug Don't care where you stay you got country in your blood if you love and that's that Circle
Chicago's Finest emcees! Give it up for Common and Kanye West! "It's Common Sense!" [Intro - Common] Yeah! "Common Sense!" - {*scratched*} It's Common Sense
if you want it you can have it lay upon my rest) Iahhhhh jus' wanna rock you (all night long) Alllllll night looooong (if you want it you can have it
Akroyd "Can I borrow a dollar?" - BizMarkie "Nigga you ain't shit.. you wasn't shit when you was here! I seen you do that shit all that's the same
knock my tape like beats (uh), I'm fresh as fruits, You pussy MC, it's you I rebuke, repent You burn up you got me bit, I'm coming as ebit Got on big
a lot But nah, I ain't a playa Girl I'll 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
don't give a FUCK if you lyrical And that's pitiful, so my position is pivotal You can hate me all you like but you worship the principle I inspire revolution
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 ignore it And feed it more fantasy and you
It appears that I've been marked for death My heartless breath The underlying cause of my arrest My life is stressed And no rest, forever weary My
, Write a autograph for you as if you a fan of mine, Cause I got you trippin off the way my grammar rhyme. Fixation on my dictation is evident I'm benevolent
the blue Monte Carlo Spitting hollows out my roscoe in packs as I blast Getting my stalk on walk-on nigga waving my flag Skip skip I'm from that do low
Hook: Anthony Hamilton] Whatever in your heart is where you want to be My hood is the ghetto Even when you look Its never what you see My hood is the
year It appears that I've been marked for death My heartless breath The underlying cause of my arrest My life is stressed And no rest, forever weary My