Common - Resurrection '95 Lyrics
Ntro:Yeah ima get this one off for eighty-seven streetSouth side of chicago, chicago everywhere check itIts like cmon yall, get live get downCommon sense is in your townI said cmon yall, get live get downCommon sense is in your townVerse one:I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-inThat be scatterinOver the globe will my vocals be travellinUnravellin my abdomen its slime thats babblinGrammatics that are masculineI grab them in, verbally badgerin broadsI wish that madelline, was back on video lpRaps I make up like blacks do excusesI feel like noah, hookin my mellows up on deucesIf a broad aint got a mind or job or crib she uselessAcoustic basslines embrace rhymes while I chase minesThey say signs of the end is nearI wonder can I walk a righteous path holdin a beerGot more verses than a kramer, go off like a pagerSkills uglier than craig mack in your ear Im the flavorMy old bird said some of my songs sound like noiseDont watch the bulls as much, they got too many white boysA million black men walkin, towards one directionFor sure, the cream of the planets... resurrectionVerse two:A prophet, raised among black disciples and vice lordsWho dont give a ***** about mic cords and nice swordsGet up, together black risk your cupIm wishin for a change, my man want his change in a cupYessir, Im in the mix-a-lot*****es put em on the glass while Im puttin stickers on they assI rule everything around me like cashOn the rocks of reality, dreams get smashedIn jams I m*a*s*h like alan aldaNiggaz nod, they say hey as if I was little walterEighty-seven strip walker taught the code of the areaBy staying, within the barrierExposed to stony stimuli, with that I identifyBrothers went through my rotate solidify the realnessSkull-caps, murf puffy jacket, lug boots onSteppin to me is like goin to the county being a neutronVerse three:I ride the rhythm like a schwinn bikeWhen in dim lightI use insight to enlightDevice up in da skin tightWords of wisdom wail from my windpipeImaginations in flightI send light, like bens kite Ive been brightGet open like on gym nightsAnd in fights I send rightsDont hook with skins my friends likeI spend nights up in dykesIve been indicted as a freak of all tradesI got it madeI bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drumsCome from a tribe of bumsHooked on negro and mumsHad to halt with the, malt liquorCause off the malt liquor I fought niggazNow my speech and thoughts quickerCruisin southside streets with no heat and no stickerU ak got my back and we dont get no thickerEighty-seven got my back and we dont get no thickerChicago got my back and we dont now check itIm a ho but not a ho niggaAint scared of no niggaBut its my turn to go I gotta goAnd Im gone with the storm
