Common - Made In Black America Lyrics
(Intro)The Los Angeles Leakers,That is an amazing nameWhomever came up with that nameIs a f...freaking geniusTearing this ***** up!This is another Los Angeles LeakerYou *****ing corkscrew face-having ass mother*****er!(Verse)Made in Black America, metaphor for a predatorBeen to the Mediterranean, on my papers like a editorI flow like a reservoir, dogRap Tarantino, off the chain like DjangoStill let the chain glow, where they bang knownAnd niggas get shot like camera anglesIn rap videos put up on VimeoI'm where the buck 50 bicentennial perennial all-starFruit that don't fall far from IslamWhen rap is dead, I had the fluid that embalmedI speak, you know I'm in the building like an intercomEnter Com, the world's most...Intricate, integrated with imminentDomain, I'm feeling myself like a sentiment--tal letter written to myself, aspirin' for greatness, wellness and wealthI'm cold, I'm hard to meltI'm more than a hot song, or a hot albumAsk my ex, I still live on like MalcolmMy spirit and style done a transformationMake room, I don't need reservationsYou suite as a hotel, I stay presidentialStrange to be sinful and know that Heaven sent youTo rearrange the mental, I've seen things we've been throughIt's hard for a man to claim gentile, let me change the tempoI be with broads that got they shit togetherEven if it ain't meant forever, still smoke the spliff togetherThe essence of the herbs, the presence of the wordsYeah you got a chest but I'm treasurin' your curvesYou walk past, I'ma look behind youLook you up and down to find youCan see I was designed to, give you power and refine youYou *****ing with me we can grind toGather the better Black America(Verse)Made in Black America, takin' threats from a terroristWe will never meet but the media feed hysteriaAnd I be inferior, if I be in fear of yaMore godly than gluttonous but my supper's superiorYou know the difference 'tween the kids with the lunch ticketsAnd the ones with the money, in the cafeteriaI break bread with with my brethren like a pizzeriaSpinnin' dough, you'll find red dots over cheese, be a--ware of your whereabouts, don't be feebleI'm pissed off, tinkle is the onomatopoeiaYou's just a little star (twinkle) sure ain't meBeen a superstar since ma made meMy president is blackI wonder if Pac thought we was ready for that, or did we move too fast?I don't give a *****, shit my grandpa gladThey pass that gun law or not, niggas still gon' pop up deadYeah, I'm the Morpheus in this hip-hop matrix,Exposin' fake shitUsed to borrow dollars, now my sense ain't so commonWent across the whole nation screamin' HiiipowerNever been a racist, but I love horsepower, I'm hotThat's why I got the fans in the standsEm fans googlin', enemies shakin' handsRestorin' the balance, detourin' the maliceWe kill you mother*****in' mice with a malletThis is Huey P Newton with a QPBobby with a Seale, Fred Hampton on pillsIn the Hamptons, now that's real, what's happenin'?I'm just trying to teach my homies 'bout the Emerald tabletsStop the war in Syria over a bowl of cerealKill a instrumental then book a flight on ExpediaTo the nation's capital, Golf Wang radicalBlack lip pastor, tip the usher when he pass yahWelcome to Black America
