Respiration

Common, Black Star

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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 »


Year:
2000
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#2

 Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!

[Featuring Common] 
[Mos Def] 
People keep askin me, where's the underground? There's mad talented 
cats underground with that raw shit. Ya know what'm sayin? Bringin the 
raw skills. Ya know what I'm sayin? Really... 
To me, It's a Small Wonder, like Vicki, why I'm picky 
These niggas suck like kitty, 
and still get the shit they slip in like Mickies 
I'm sick of the hater-players, bring on the regulators 
With the flavors like a farm team fucking with the majors 
Like a river how I run through it, I do it so cold 
Freezin up your bodily fluids, your style is old 
You runnin your mouth, but don't really know what you be talkin about 
You should retire, get that complimentary watch, be out! 
Yo, with the quickness, so swift you miss this lyrical fitness 
Now get this, these emcees want to test me like litmus, bear witness 
I'm like shot clocks, interstate cops, and blood clots 
My point is, your flow can stop! 
By all means, you need more practice, take that ass home 
Everybody lookin at you, fish tanks and drome 
In full effect, I stay catchin lyrical rep 
And keep it blacker than the back of your neck 
What you expect, that shit's hollerin 
Cause we developin the followin 
gettin played like ?stones? off tapes and ?dollar vans? 
I'll reverse you, universal, your demise is first 
Before your rise gets worse 
You need a night nurse like Gregory, beggin me 
Stop it hurts, what you say to me? 
Like that's supposed to mean something 
You don't want to scene, frontin in the club 
Your actin, I don't buy it, I got the Dub 
Come on everybody, come on and show your love 
*repeat 4X* 
Chorus: *chanted in background* [Common] 
Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-uh-oh *repeated 4X* 
[Common] 
Visions occupy my semantic's space 
Command and shake, to illustrate my mind's landscape 
The tall grass, the low plains, the mountanous ridges 
Thickets among the forests, rivers beneath the bridges 
Presence of hilltops, lit up with tree tops 
Eavesdrop; and hear the incline of sunshine, nine 
Stones in orbit, refuse to forfeit 
They all form a cipher, and they came to observe it 
I follow suit, and face it, embrace it 
Shinin bright, but still I'm careful not to waste it 
Destined to rise, because I'm basement adjacent 
Spirit is still so just chill and be patient 
Some heads approach like I'm the one to base with 
Clowns about, screamin but don't say shit 
I ain't your student so I ain't to be tested 
I'm majestic, I represent my strength without ?Epitmass? 
Method is unorthodox, but of course it rocks 
My serious synopsis will drop kick, my topics 
Run the gauntlets and galvanize the audience 
I must represent, I don't come off with no corniness 
I'm all luminary, despite commentary 
Some people say, Mos how you get so? 
My sign will make you jump around like calypso 
And murmur to yourself like a schizo 
There ain't no bottom on the ??? 
Chorus 
[Talib Kweli] 
Come on, come on, come on, come on. Here we go. Blackstar, hop on the 
Blackstar line. We bout to take y'all home. Ya know what I mean? Here 
we 
go... 
We got all markets on lock 
From meat to stock 
Blackstar, what? throwin like head rock in bars 
Men flock to where we are, cause its the place to be 
I grab my pay, jump on-stage and deface emcees 
We sell our souls like Spawn and come for the drone I sit upon 
Freestyle or written songs so we can get it on! 
Going back and forth, fallin back, all across the track 
Passin the mic's like quarterbacks 
of course its phat, get off of that! 
Reverse psychology got em scared to say when shit is whack 
Got fear of being called a hater, imagine that! We ain't havin that 
We just passed the star status that your grabbin at 
My battle raps blast your ass back to your natural habitat 
So floss, cause what it costs ain't worth it to me 
Cause I'm the one these Spice Girl emcees want to Be 
But they can't, ain't no points forever, so why bother? 
Cause your girl calls my name out like Claerance Carter, Claerance 
Carter, Claerance Carter!?! (I be strokin, that's what I be doin) 
Aiyyo, as we rock harder 
And always drop the bonified head nodders 
Aiyyo, later for the hater-players 
Yo-yo, yo-yo, later for these hater-players 
Chorus 
Blackstar keeps shining 
Chorus 
Blackstar keeps shining

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Written by: TONY COTTRELL, TALIB KWELI, LONNIE RASHID LYNN, DANTE SMITH

Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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