Common:
Yo niggaz don`t want none of this
Niggaz know they can`t fuck with this
Turn this shit up just a little more
I walk the night in rhymin armor bomb a nigga like a winter coat
Have him on Death Row searchin for an Interscope
Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara
Symbolize dope like sirens do terror
Mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated
Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it
Players is gettin traded
I drop a gem off, them who`s style is jaded
My juice is grated
Shit is so bangin niggaz say it`s gang related
On philosopher`s rink of thought, I`ve skated with precision
Crews is gettin split like decisions
Com will let it ride in collision
Vision like Colleco or tele, I battle stars in stellar...
Regions, my thought scheme was my like my offspring
Now, it`s teethin
My reason of rhyme applies to season and time
Season of mind , body and regions divine
In mom`s cookouts, I`m leavin the swine
Verbal vegeterian, squashed beef with Ice Cube
Came in this rap life nude
Now I`m fully clothed with flows
You tricks can`t hide behind expensive cars and clothes
Old niggaz I expose like Luke does hoes in videos
With classic material, imperial and rugged like
Got mag, but my slugs a mic
You fake like a smile, like a hug, I`m tight
Skip ladies, this is rip a muthafucka night
Oracle arouse, niggaz don`t even run for cover right
Downtown interracial lovers hold hands
I breathe heavy like an old man, with a cold can of Old Style
Hold a Stone Isle profile
Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when I go wild
Hold mics like a second nut until the second comin
Hummin comin towards you with power like forest do
Hip hop, you my bitch and like a Ford, I`m Explorin you
So, wack niggaz be cool, with them, I stay cordial
Flowin room temperature, cats is presumed miniature
Like golf. Soft like Tiger Woods
And real nigga angles I`ve stood with ways that`s geometric
Don`t need to rob banks with dike broads to Set it
I levitate to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist
Rhyme wise, you a rest haven
You sat by the door spooked like I was Wes Craven
You need to do more deletin and less savin
A praise in hell, raisin heaven
Like the bill on my pager leavens
What you should have known from day one
You will on day seven