[Common] I'm not tall but can I bust? Like the double dutch going down the street I rap to myself when there ain't no one to rap to And to me yo my
I ask the bitches, "Why your titties saggin?" Put your nipple to the bottle I bust rhymes like breastses I can get down, d-d-d-down like pessimist Ring the Alarm, I
slapped me in the hostpial with a G-O Word is bond when I was born, and I took a breath I never rhyme with busted rhymes and even the blind knew I
, we can move ahead Native Tongue, Common Sense yo he's Hip-Hop bred... Common: From the spiritual world my former life has developed First person I
Dear Liza, Minelli, I jam like jelly and I got helly what, helly what, HELLY RHYMES I can remember times when for a 40 I had to beg for bucks Nobody
dinner I "Trick Daddy" emcees and I don't know, "Nann Nigga" Who can take it where I take it You better go into God like Mase did Leavin crowds complacent I
I probably would get bumped more if I was a gangster But I am a gangsta, call me the gangsta of love!!! I love good music, I love my momma I love myself, I
we need [I] What can I have? [Common] You can have your Life [Immens] You can have your Bran [Common] You can have your Puffs [Immens] You can have
to trip on my dick when I was the brokest But notice, I got a little mail now 'Cuz everybody bump L U N I Z like hell now You just a busta brown an'
I, I just flubbed a line I was going to say something extremely important But I forgot who or what it was, I fucked up Psych, I'm kidding again you idiot, no I
realize that if it's stereo I won't be surrounded Astounded and amazed praise like two common I have nothing in common with the layman and the plane I
I aims not, just to talk my sense Damn I gives not, 'bout the consequence Funk the stylistics, and jazz the vibe Laughs at e-tudes cause I'm stayin alive Time I
of Chicago E Bottom, here's the bottle I think I need a cup of a tea, because I'm novel (Come on bay-bay) Bust it I jus' wanna rock you All night long
featuring Ynot [Common] I'm not tall, but can I bust? Like the double dutch, going down the street I rap to myself when there ain't no one to rap
, let me speak to your father 'Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver If I don't like a nigga, I don't even be bothered I spit, I'm just
from the library (Woy) I teach HIP-HOP for a living So here's a smidgen, of what I'm givin KRS-One two three four, encore I'm not a freshman, sophomore
touch the ground I say whatchanogood ya'll (Whatchanogood ya'll) I say whatchanogood (Whatchanogood) I say whatchanogood I say whatchanogood ya'll (Whatchanogood ya'll) I say whatchanogood (Whatchanogood) I
