kidding, yo It's common sense how I master my circumference, you dense I get locked the fuck up, released on my own recognizance Can't be judged, young
to go and beg for $10 a week for the rest of my life? I tried that, I rather die and I don't have to because I'm going to make it
Ain't nuttin' changed since the album I'm still whylin' I'm still violent I've been waitin' for this moment like Phil Collins, for all my life I've
but I don't hear What they say I should and when a hood try to steal my goods Good, I wanna show him that dreads can fly Heads, I stood my ground as
off And just from obtaining the common sense You can tell that the girlies seem rather quite dense Other than dense they play slightly bold But from the statements I
the seamstress 'cause I'm sewin' up shit. you know I can rip, I rest with the Hobo's yo yo's stay up no Mayonnaise on the cut but I can Bust it wit the
, 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
Words can't do justice to pain. Seems like they can't feel a thing. Ordinary people do fucked-up things when fucked-up things become ordinary. I can't
bit, woy, woy Spit Fire, home again Woy, woy You can?t test BDP boy, woy So bust this down, woy, woy While I got your attention I feel like just Lettin
Every man and woman wan sex and violence You can't see this it's, ignorance You can't see there is no intelligence You can't see there is no common sense
forty when I'm chillin' with my brodie While I got the mic I'd like to tell you that you ain't my type Because my dear you don't, have the common sense
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 really
recognize that, we can move ahead Native tongues, common sense yo he's hip-hop bred... Common: From the spiritual world my former life has developed First person I
Some shit I never heard, some shit that I could sue about Knew I was in Pittsburgh, promotin' a charity concert wit my weep And luckily a motherfucker like me Had enough common sense
his thang *** did my ***, now I got to bust his brain *** woulda did me, my dawg'd do the same His lady callin' me cryin' and now I feel her pain Tired
me up so I can conduct the disco inferno Oklahoma aroma, uh I smell the roof on fire without Parliament Just Def Squad shit, dig it Rhymes, I bust be
ass lock jaws fool Which way shall I go nigga what should I do? Should I bang with the red or should I truce with the blue? Should I rock dope beats