[00:00.00] 作曲 : Tom Hartman/Johnny Arthey[00:09.24]Artist: Common Sense[00:09.84]Album: Resurrection[00:15.60]Song: Resurrection[00:17.13]I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in[00:18.33]That be scatterin[00:18.81]Over the globe will my vocals be travellin[00:19.86]Unravellin my abdomen it's Lon that's babblin[00:22.08]Grammatics that are masculine[00:24.42]I grab them in, verbally badgerin broads[00:25.59]I wish that Madelline, was back on Video LP[00:27.09]I went against all odds and got a even steven[00:28.68]Proceed to read and not believin everything I'm readin[00:44.31]But my brain was bleedin, needin feedin, and exercise[00:48.84]I didn't seek the best of buys, it's a lie to textualize[00:50.13]I analyze where I rest my eyes[00:53.28]And chastise the best of guys with punchlines[00:54.39]I'm Nestle when it's Crunch-time[00:56.76]For your mind like one time[01:00.12]If poetry was shit I'd be sunshine[01:03.51]cause I deliver like the Sun-Times[01:04.74]Confined in once-mines on dumb rhymes I combine[01:07.89]I'm hype like I'm unsigned, my diet I unswine[01:09.72]Eatin beef sometimes I try to cut back on that shit[01:17.55]This rap shit is truly outta control[01:18.63]My style is too developed to be arrested[01:20.58]It's the freestyle, so now it's out on parole[01:25.23]They tried to hold my soul in a holding cell so I would sell[01:28.62]I bonded with a break and had enough to make bail[01:33.15]A misdemeanor fell on his knee for the jury[01:34.68]I asked No for his ID and the judge thought there was two of me[01:38.94]Motion for a recess to retest my fingerprints[01:40.20]They relinquished since, cause I was guilty in a sense[01:44.25]I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike when in dim light[01:48.30]I use insight to enlight devices hit the skin tight[01:49.59]Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe[01:50.46]Imaginations in flight[01:51.00]I send light, like Ben's kite I've been bright[01:54.24]Get open like on gym nights[01:55.41]And in fights I send rights[01:58.68]Don't hook with skins my friends like[01:59.82]I spend nights up in dykes[02:00.36]In spite I've been indicted as a freak of all trades[02:07.23]I got it made[02:07.50]I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums[02:08.76]Come from a tribe of bums[02:09.30]Hooked on negro and mums[02:14.52]Had to halt with the, malt liquor[02:15.21]Cause off the malt liquor I fought shit[02:18.39]Now my speech and thought's quicker[02:19.11]Cruisin Southside streets with no heat and no sticker[02:22.83]U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker[02:24.33]U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker[02:27.99]U Ak got my back and we don't now check it[02:29.76]I'm a homeboy not a home shit, ain't scared of no shit[02:40.02]But it's my turn to go I gotta go[02:40.71]And I'm gone with the storm