Lirik Lagu Sum Shit I Wrote - Common Sense
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Marks I erase like racism I'm as large as a bigotGroove is my escapism when I'm bubbly I just kick itWhat I need from you is understanding that I'm standingOn my own two down with my own crewToe cancer I'm bad to the bone too I'm prone to snap offWhen I'm off that Cognac I can't hold back like a massouseI get loose like a screw turned from left right to tightWhen it's time for some action I get Red's "Tonight's Da Night"An eye for an eye, a life for his wifeDissected I'm on some hi-tech shit computers want to biteYour style is Pascal, mine is Basic and just instinctI'm with the fam and ran scams, me and Murray got up on big linksAnd if knowledge is the key, goddammit I'm the locksmithStarted a missionary way on my life, the mic I rust like bostageI switch styles like a channel with controls that are remoteEngage in a page, and with words I elopeWalking down the aisles with styles I freak the vilesAnti-Nazi when I rocks like a Z-28At any rate, brothers gain interest because I loaned them microphonesThey couldn't house the shit so they had to rent to ownIt's like that, coming from the go rapperI wanna bone Jada Pinkett and that hoe PatraSo keep on, and you don't, now come onAh keep on, and you don't
Sometime when I'm alone in my room I stare at the wallAnd in the back of my mind I hear a wack-ass rhymeAnd I catch Alz-rhymers, then forget it, I get chargedLike a nigga in position with the stolen card the creditFuck flipping the script, the rap scene I'm trying to editMy mellows call me "Never", they be like "Never's going to get it"Never's too much, I'm much too, I do justice to poeticsThat's why cats be like "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"Other studs come through to see what I am up toThey be on the dick of crew that be giving us sweet and buying us fruitLike Kareem I got the hook up, brothers look out because they lookRest in peace to ?Heavena?, washing tons of rappers like BookerTee told me "You gotta get out of the crib, get into the world"How you going to come off with the style that's thourough?It's like that, keep on, ha haIt's like that, keep on
My foundation is in black block of niggas that rock they hat cockI'm real like a fight with my rap, rappers I slapboxBack I got my rap, now get your glock out the black faceGot tall flavor with fat taste, the rat race is a rat raceJust cause you got Adidas with the fat laces and the fro don't make you hip-hopYou sorry excuse for funk rapWhy is there so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk thatThe real shit's starting to come backThe Go is where I'm from and where I'm at, jackI started eating cat when I was 10Before dinner I was getting big dog like Glen RobinsonI don't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grindBut comes a time when you gotta get off of that bootyThe facts of life I didn't learn from watching TootieBut living in the big city but I still like Tootie cause she got big tittiesMy style is steep, I write rhymes on the inclineSplat guts plus fat nuts and lay up like a crib lineI'm slamming, jamming on the oneI'm a bad man, you're just a good son, come on
Sometime when I'm alone in my room I stare at the wallAnd in the back of my mind I hear a wack-ass rhymeAnd I catch Alz-rhymers, then forget it, I get chargedLike a nigga in position with the stolen card the creditFuck flipping the script, the rap scene I'm trying to editMy mellows call me "Never", they be like "Never's going to get it"Never's too much, I'm much too, I do justice to poeticsThat's why cats be like "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"Other studs come through to see what I am up toThey be on the dick of crew that be giving us sweet and buying us fruitLike Kareem I got the hook up, brothers look out because they lookRest in peace to ?Heavena?, washing tons of rappers like BookerTee told me "You gotta get out of the crib, get into the world"How you going to come off with the style that's thourough?It's like that, keep on, ha haIt's like that, keep on
My foundation is in black block of niggas that rock they hat cockI'm real like a fight with my rap, rappers I slapboxBack I got my rap, now get your glock out the black faceGot tall flavor with fat taste, the rat race is a rat raceJust cause you got Adidas with the fat laces and the fro don't make you hip-hopYou sorry excuse for funk rapWhy is there so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk thatThe real shit's starting to come backThe Go is where I'm from and where I'm at, jackI started eating cat when I was 10Before dinner I was getting big dog like Glen RobinsonI don't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grindBut comes a time when you gotta get off of that bootyThe facts of life I didn't learn from watching TootieBut living in the big city but I still like Tootie cause she got big tittiesMy style is steep, I write rhymes on the inclineSplat guts plus fat nuts and lay up like a crib lineI'm slamming, jamming on the oneI'm a bad man, you're just a good son, come on
