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| Common Resurrection Watermelon I express like an interstate Hyper when I venilate My rap pieces penetate and infiltrate your mental state Just to reitterate That I innovate Bonin' broads when they men-estruate I speand a great time with the rhyme More than I did any female I derailed your train of thought Because your brain was caught On some other man's thinking Now your third eye is blinking My rhymes be kicking like a brother's breath be stinking I get funky for sure while you're *sniff* unsure If you got beef, chief, then let that shit unthaw This track was a broad I'd be bonin the shit out of it Bang, bang, bang then see what I can get out of her probably some scratch clothes and some J's I got six thousand ways to rhyme Choose one I stand out like a nigga on a hockey team I got goals, and I can like a pop machine I come clean Like a fiend in Chi I'm down with rehab My stutter styles crazy Cause that's right, we bad, we bad Pryor to Richard I was that crazy nigga Cause I kick ass And when i wreck other rappers be like whiplash! Verse Two: It's like I come I come to the party in a b-boy stance I rock on the mic and make the gils want to dance It's like I come I come to the party in a b-boy stance I rock on the mic and make the gils want to dance Me without a lyric, is like a nigga without a beeper I'm a blow this shit out, cuz I'm the joint like reefer If Barry White was in the mob I still would be deeper Cause i had lyrics back when i used to run with Keyvin MC's step to me, butt-ass naked like "What's up?" I said, "You know you done fucked up Now I'm sayin, "You know you done fucked up" Everybody that here be say I'm Jams like the NBA Cause I'm on fire If I was a Michelan I wouldn't tire It's funny how time flies Well I'm as fly as time I don't believe in role models But if I do, then I'm mine I make brothers say "True" They be you and be like fiction I want 'spect and dead presidents Like Richard Nixon I'm a coach not a player Not a gay mc, I'm straighter My style is similiar to AIDS You can f with it now But catch you later You can't touch this, cuz this is what I'm feelin bro I'm the man, you need me I'll be on the fifth flo' Just chillin Even if it's played out it's not the word to play so peace I'm out to Dirty Burgers I'ma give my change to Reese |
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