Common - In My Own World Lyrics
[featuring no i.d.]("yeah yeah, now check the method" - extra p from atcq's _keep itRollin_)* cut and scratched 4x by mista sinisterVerse one: no i.d.No time to get all excited, just write itFrom the inside let the pen slide, and spreadThe ink on the papyrus, come understand this (what?)Paint the canvas, givin you my visionTo mold you, compose youGet a picture of the scene, then get an exposureWords out my cipher, the life of my circleTrain tracks aside of me, cabrini to idabi, don't lie to meYou want me in your needleSquirt me in your vein, maintain on the couchI excite your brain till i'm out of your systemBe digger not a nigger or a niggerole i figure you'reThe 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 conciseHeads i'm boring, soaring to a new height of flightAnd then fight the nightWith a light to gain sight make your competition say aightNo i.d. from the city with a bridge on thirty-firstMakin all butt crews disperseChorus: 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 worldI say pay attention boy, i say uhh looka hereI want you to see me when you do you look and fearI dilate pupils it's cornea than a retinaMy book of life you felt it, because of the textureWhen i'm bubbly i call the ex ta, see if she still love meI'm advanced like a copy studs be on my sac to dub meCheap ass niggaz! go and purchase itI ain't do all this work for shitMy style's my child i gave birth to itLike an immaculate conception, clean i cameWent through label pains, didn't give shorty a nameI put, bros before hoes that's the way love and life goesIt's a jungle out there but i'm never fever-in for them white hoesI love black thighs, you sisters better realizeThe real hair and real eyes get real guysSo before you makeup your face, you better make up your mindI 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 riddickBut i got the rid, for my dickAnd the crab mc's that be all over itHuh, what good is the rid without the comb?I'm the street pick peace to nick, tim, mark and sekendallI remember me and deion tried to get into mendalI didn't have no i.d., they wouldn't let me inNow them same gumps be askin me to get them inI be like, "you don't know me... fool"And color it purple, cause he ain't in my circleNow i'm talkin square biz to you and i'm outI'm in my own world
