Respiration



[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 wanna 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 thats supposed to mean something

You don't wanna 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