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Common - Resurrection '95 - текст песни, видео

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Common - Resurrection '95 - текст песни, видео

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intro: 
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 wrists get cuffed 
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
Добавлено: 22.03.2012
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