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Common Sense

Common Sense is a 47-page pamphlet written by Thomas Paine in 1775–1776 advocating independence from Great Britain to people in the Thirteen Colonies. Writing in clear and persuasive prose, Paine collected various moral and political arguments to encourage common people in the Colonies to fight for egalitarian government. It was published anonymously on January 10, 1776, at the beginning of the American Revolution and became an immediate sensation. It was sold and distributed widely and read aloud at taverns and meeting places. In proportion to the population of the colonies at that time (2.5 million), it had the largest sale and circulation of any book published in American history. As of 2006, it remains the all-time best-selling American title and is still… more »

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1992

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"Gimme a pound thank you man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man" 

I'm as bad bad as Leroy Brown Brown 
Yo I'm a pro pro but not a noun noun 
If you got beef beef then you'll get ground ground 
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound 
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound 
Not a rebound but like a hound I get down down 
Never wore a leash but I get loose 
Producin' somethin' fresher than fruits, got more soul than combat boots 
Diggin' two scoops of raisins for the troops out of some blazers 
So amazin' like Luther everyday Joe but not Bazooka 
I used to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free flow 
Me go with mi amigo, to see the Man named Chico 
The legal alienaeno, I roll the instrumentals 
Like Jack I be like Nimble never gentle to a bimbo 
Not your sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the Care Bears 
The way I freak funk oh the monkey's sayin', "Hell yeah" 
Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks want to cuss 
On how I walk talk and dress, they say my life's a mess 
But I'm straight, are you straight, if you straight, then I'm straight 
Rock me tonight, just for old time's sake 
Back to our regularly scheduled program, program 
I am so damn flam, I slam a slam, bam, I slam 
Like Conan the Barbarian, if you talk loud, I'll play librarian 
Cause see I want it quiet in here
I Mark a Markyiana a bunch of funky Uncle Thomas's 
Play like Christopher Williams cause I gotta keep my promises 
To stick to my roots and not dilute cause G this ain't two colors 
I'm tired of seein these non rappin' dancin motherfuckers 

"Gimme a pound, thank you man"
"Gimme a pound, thank you man"
"Gimme a pound, thank you man"
"Gimme a pound, thank you man"

For a record sale a nigga'll sell his soul to go gold 
And reach a large scale, sellin' for the pale male 
And I can't tell, why for a hoe you grow a tail 
And stop drinkin' ale, the booty probably smell 
Ain't no pussy worth a sale at least not for the kid to do a bid 
Shit you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you slid 
Got doo doo skids on my paper cause I got rhymes up the ass 
If I pass gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed like a mustache 
I must ask what's goin' on with rap, white kids actin black 
It's like McDonald's sellin' fatback 
Get back to your Mac, that stuff is wack with all these dance tracks 
I'm hearin' rap from Anthrax, my time the Caravan cracks 
You're wack, that's the only thing that's black Scooter 
When we was on the streets, you was at home on your computer 
I'ma shoot a dis well like a fist to all these wack groups 
Rhymes are wack as hell! And they sample wack loops 
I'm wonderin' how the hell they get a deal I still can't see that far 
I feel like Cypress Hill, I could just kill an A&R 
Or whoever's in Charge, it surely ain't Charles 
But you ain't G-in hip-hop, cause it's ours 

"Gimme a pound, thank you man" 
"Gimme a pound, thank you man"
"Gimme a pound, thank you man"
"Gimme a pound, thank you man"

It's sick you sick I'm sicker, I flick a flea flicker 
Think of that I boa constrictor but the venom I inflicta 
Is stricter, I stick I stick the stinkin' to a stunk 
If soda was a forty dog, then I would be like drunk 
If if was a fifth I would lift the fifth and a spliff 
It's not a myth about our dick width, I'm swift and I shoot the 
Presents 
In essence count your blessings I got a Wessun if you riff 
I'm a nigga with soul, my last name should be Smith-sonian 
I'm gassin' girls heads, just like petroleum 
Get em ready to bone me and, then I play custodian 
And turn off the lights this is the likes of a 
Ticketing wallowing high jumping radio rumping brother 
Got Seoul like Korea gimme an inch I'll take a liter 
A chick is a chick that's how I treat her 
Never go pop I'm not a two liter 
A true leader, don't choose to follow, choose what I swallow 
Whether water or a beer bottle, of course I play the lotto 
Wear em? No, share em? A hoe 
I like the girls the girls I share a life with a bro 
Cause you-A-see is family, much tighter than foundations 
That holds up the walls, so you better proceed with caution 

"Gimme a pound, thank you man" 
"Gimme a pound" 
"Gimme a pound" 
"Gimme a pound" 
"Gimme a pound"

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