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| Common Resurrection Maintaining Intro: Gotta watch out for them critters I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live huh (x4) Verse 1: I was born in Chicago raised on Planet Rock talking zsa zsa zsa zsa, Catch knock my tape like beats (uh), I'm fresh as fruits, You pussy MC, it's you I rebuke, repent You burn up you got me bit, I'm coming as ebit Got on big hoes at Freaknit, frequently your telling me Won and worn your rockets, so, he ain't put no scratch in my pocket Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in Colors Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin' to the rear But I can't get us all in free (what?) it's just another case of that 2 dollar MC I rock the same clothes 3 days straight to you they wrinkled but to my they straight Now I'm straight are you straight? I'm straight as long as I got beer I thought about it jack, and now I'm out of here Hook: "Maintain the rock" I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh "Don't stop the rock" (X4) Verse 2: I need me some new socks, I need me some new drawers I draws attention, like a letter to a sargent Theres A Few Good MC's the wack I'm giving code red Slim say I got nobody but when they see me at the party they be like "Go head, go head", cause I gots the cuts like Bobby, rappers are dickheads Choppin' they demo, I do it like Big Red My office hours are from 9 to 5, while you avoid the party I make it live The fellas nod and the chicks dance While I'm coolin' in my jumpers and my big pants I'm as dope as PCP, MC's see me and start having flashbacks I don't flash scratch, I gotta watch my back Now a days blacks don't know how to act, besides Larry Fishburn Charles Jug and Wesly Snipes, marks wanna test me because I test the mics I check 'em like sound, and like loose I'm down Plus I done got better since Soul By the Pound, I maintain Hook (X4) Verse 3: I fall fresh apon the spirit, with the lyric that's overwhelming And house more hoes then Spellman, worse unwelcome like James Johnston My brains sponcering speech on the mic, I'm like a Jackson Rappers I'm fondaling, they try to settle out of court But I, could never be bought, what type of rebel eats pork? I'll take the cat and never get caught, you wack together we fought Cause I can't see my melons boxing if he's not boxin' with 'em I don't care who started it, I'm gonna be apart of it Regardless of the odds of how hard It's been many times we was outnumbered and we still got with them I got rhythm from some boogers and some foxes But if I becomes a 10 then some brothers all some gin And I got juice, and this niggas scared I'll F your head up, like the L.A. 4, when I flow for cash I got for broke like Mel for Moore Why should a male with a B8 get more then me? When Rashid got an MC degree, and a doctorine in rockin' shit I go to docs to get A fishwish with cheese, I don't mix with MCs, cause I just don't like the mother____ But I'm still maintaining Hook |
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