Resurrection 95 lyrics

Resurrection 95 lyrics

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Send "Resurrection 95" Ringtone to your Cell ntro: Yeah I`ma get this one off for Eighty-Seven Street South side of Chicago, Chicago everywhere check it It`s like c`mon y`all, get live get down Common Sense is in your town I said c`mon y`all, get live get down Common sense is in your town Verse One: I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in That be scatterin Over the globe will my vocals be travellin Unravellin my abdomen it`s slime that`s babblin Grammatics that are masculine I grab them in, verbally badgerin broads I wish that Madelline, was back on Video LP Raps I make up like blacks do excuses I feel like Noah, hookin my mellows up on deuces If a broad ain`t got a mind or job or crib she useless Acoustic basslines embrace rhymes while I chase mines They say signs of the end is near I wonder can I walk a righteous path holdin a beer Got more verses than a Kramer, go off like a pager Skills uglier than Craig Mack in your ear I`m the flavor My old bird said some of my songs sound like noise Don`t watch the Bulls as much, they got too many white boys A million black men walkin, towards one direction For sure, the cream of the planets... resurrection Verse Two: A prophet, raised among black disciples and Vice Lords Who don`t give a fuck about mic cords and nice swords get up, together black risk your cup I`m wishin for a change, my man want his change in a cup Yessir, I`m in the Mix-a-Lot Bitches put em on the glass while I`m puttin stickers on they ass I rule everything around me like cash On the rocks of reality, dreams get smashed In jams I M*A*S*H like Alan Alda Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was Little Walter Eighty-Seven strip walker taught the code of the area by staying, within the barrier Exposed to stony stimuli, with that I identify Brothers went through my rotate solidify the realness Skull-caps, Murf Puffy jacket, Lug boots on Steppin to me is like goin to the county being a Neutron Verse Three: I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike When in dim light I use insight to enlight Device up in da skin tight Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe Imaginations in flight I send light, like Ben`s kite I`ve been bright Get open like on gym nights And in fights I send rights Don`t hook with skins my friends like I spend nights up in dykes I`ve been indicted as a freak of all trades I got it made I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums Come from a tribe of bums Hooked on negro and mums Had to halt with the, malt liquor Cause off the malt liquor I fought niggaz Now my speech and thoughts quicker Cruisin Southside streets with no heat and no sticker U Ak got my back and we don`t get no thicker Eighty-Seven got my back and we don`t get no thicker Chicago got my back and we don`t now check it I`m a ho but not a ho nigga Ain`t scared of no nigga But it`s my turn to go I gotta go And I`m gone with the storm Send " Resurrection 95" Ringtone to your Cell Resurrection 95 lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Resurrection 95 lyrics @ ELyrics | Resurrection 95 lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Resurrection 95 lyrics @ Songlyrics | Resurrection 95 lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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