[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
you got something that you really got to give Thats common sense And I ain't been common since I slipped up and made these same promises Problem is: I can
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
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
kidding, yo It's common sense how I master my circum-fer-ence, you dense I get locked the fuck up, released on my own recognizance Can't be judged, young
job motherfucker! [voice] Yo money I ain't gotta get a job I'm LARGE boy I'm out here I'm runnin shit on the corner y'knahmsayin? I got my bitches out
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'
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