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| Common Resurrection In My Own World (Check The Method) [Featuring No I.D.] ("Yeah yeah, now check the method" - Extra P from ATCQ's _Keep It Rollin_) * cut and scratched 4X by Mista Sinister Verse One: No I.D. No time to get all excited, just write it from the inside let the pen slide, and spread the ink on the papyrus, come understand this (what?) Paint the canvas, givin you my vision To mold you, compose you Get a picture of the scene, then get an exposure Words out my cipher, the life of my circle Train tracks aside of me, Cabrini to Idabi, don't lie to me You want me in your needle Squirt me in your vein, maintain on the couch I excite your brain till I'm out of your system Be digger not a nigger or a niggerole I figure you're the winner of the bread, precede your thoughts 'fore they come into your head (yo kid kinda nice!) From the word, I speak, unique, clear and concise Heads I'm boring, soaring to a new height of flight And then fight the night With a light to gain sight make your competition say AIGHT No I.D. from the city with a bridge on thirty-first Makin all butt crews disperse Chorus: repeat 4X [No I.D.] I'm in my own world ("Yeah yeah, now check the method") Verse Two: Common [No I.D.] ("Check the method") I'm in my own world I say pay attention boy, I say UHH looka here I want you to see me when you do you look and fear I dilate pupils it's cornea than a retina My Book of Life you felt it, because of the texture When I'm bubbly I call the ex ta, see if she still love me I'm advanced like a copy studs be on my sac to dub me CHEAP ASS NIGGAZ! Go and purchase it I ain't do all this work for shit my style's my child I gave birth to it Like an immaculate conception, clean I came Went through label pains, didn't give shorty a name I put, bros before hoes that's the way love and life goes It's a Jungle out there but I'm never Fever-in for them white hoes I love black thighs, you sisters better realize The real hair and real eyes get real guys So before you makeup your face, you better make up your mind I hope you wake up in time for the revolution, or you gon be like "I can't believe it! I got shot!" Bowe/bo so I lick one, not for Riddick But I got the Rid, for my dick And the crab MC's that be all over it Huh, what good is the Rid without the comb? I'm the street pick peace to Nick, Tim, Mark and Sekendall I remember me and Deion tried to get into Mendal I didn't have No I.D., they wouldn't let me in Now them same gumps be askin me to get them in I be like, "You don't know me... fool" And color it purple, cause he ain't in my circle Now I'm talkin square biz to you and I'm out I'm in my own world |
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