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Common

Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Jr. (born March 13, 1972), better known by his stage name Common (formerly Common Sense), is an American rapper and actor. more »

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1997

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Yo niggas don't want none of this 
Niggas know they can't f*ck with this 
Turn this shit up just a little more 

I walk the night in rhyming armor  bomb a nigga like a winter coat 
Have him on Death Row searching for an Interscope 
Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara 
Symbolize dope  like sirens do terror 
Mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated 
Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it 
Players is getting traded 
I drop a gem off, them who's style is jaded 
My juice is grated 
Shit is so banging niggas say it's gang related 
On philosopher's rink of thought, I've skated with precision 
Crews is gettin split like decisions 
Com will let it ride in collision 
Vision like Colleco or tele, I battle stars in stellar

Regions, my thought scheme was my like my offspring 
Now, it's teething 
My reason of rhyme applies to season and time 
Season of mind , body and regions divine 
In mom's cookouts, I'm leaving the swine 
Verbal vegetarian, squashed beef with Ice Cube 
Came in this rap life nude 
Now I'm fully clothed with flows 
You tricks can't hide behind expensive cars and clothes 
Old niggas I expose like Luke does hoes in videos 
With classic material, imperial and rugged like 
Got mag, but my slugs a mic 
You fake like a smile, like a hug, I'm tight 
Skip ladies, this is rip a motherfucker night 
Oracle arouse, niggas don't even run for cover right 
Downtown interracial lovers hold hands 
I breathe heavy like an old man, with a cold can of Old Style 
Hold a Stone Isle profile 
Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when I go wild 
Hold mics like a second nut until the second coming
Humming coming towards you with power like forest do 
Hip hop, you my bitch and like a Ford, I'm Exploring you 
So, wack niggas be cool, with them, I stay cordial 
Flowing room temperature, cats is presumed miniature 
Like golf. Soft like Tiger Woods 
And real nigga angles I've stood with ways that's geometric 
Don't need to rob banks with dike broads to Set it 
I levitate to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist 
Rhyme wise, you a rest haven 
You sat by the door spooked like I was Wes Craven 
You need to do more deletin and less savin 
A praise in hell, raisin heaven 
Like the bill on my pager leavens 
What you should have known from day one 
You will on day seven 

Hungry hip hop junkie in the city [Repeat: x3]

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