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Lirik Lagu Resurrection '95 - Common Sense

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Intro:Yeah I'ma get this one off for Eighty Seven StreetSouth side of Chicago Chicago everywhere check itIt's like c'mon y'all get live get downCommon Sense is in your townI said c'mon y'all get live get downCommon sense is in your townVerse One:I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter inThat be scatterinOver the globe will my vocals be travellinUnravellin my abdomen it's slime that's babblinGrammatics that are masculineI grab them in, verbally badgerin broadsI wish that Madelline, was back on Video LPRaps I make up like blacks do excusesI feel like Noah, hookin my mellows up on deucesIf a broad ain't got a mind or job or crib she uselessAcoustic basslines embrace rhymes while I chase minesThey say signs of the end is nearI wonder can I walk a righteous path holdin a beerGot more verses than a Kramer, go off like a pagerSkills uglier than Craig Mack in your ear I'm the flavorMy old bird said some of my songs sound like noiseDon't watch the Bulls as much, they got too many white boysA million black men walkin, towards one directionFor sure, the cream of the planets... resurrectionVerse Two:A prophet, raised among black disciples and Vice LordsWho don't give a fuck about mic cords and nice swordsget up, together black risk your cupI'm wishin for a change, my man want his change in a cupYessir, I'm in the Mix-a-LotBitches put em on the glass while I'm puttin stickers on they assI rule everything around me like cashOn the rocks of reality, dreams get smashedIn jams I M*A*S*H like Alan AldaNiggaz nod, they say hey as if I was Little WalterEighty-Seven strip walker taught the code of the areaby staying, within the barrierExposed to stony stimuli, with that I identifyBrothers went through my rotate solidify the realnessSkull-caps, Murf Puffy jacket, Lug boots onSteppin to me is like goin to the county being a NeutronVerse Three:I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bikeWhen in dim lightI use insight to enlightDevice up in da skin tightWords of wisdom wail from my windpipeImaginations in flightI send light, like Ben's kite I've been brightGet open like on gym nightsAnd in fights I send rightsDon't hook with skins my friends likeI spend nights up in dykesI've been indicted as a freak of all tradesI got it madeI bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drumsCome from a tribe of bumsHooked on negro and mumsHad to halt with the, malt liquorCause off the malt liquor I fought niggazNow my speech and thoughts quickerCruisin Southside streets with no heat and no stickerU Ak got my back and we don't get no thickerEighty-Seven got my back and we don't get no thickerChicago got my back and we don't now check itI'm a ho but not a ho niggaAin't scared of no niggaBut it's my turn to go I gotta goAnd I'm gone with the storm