God bless... [D'Angelo] hmmmmm..., doo doooo, doo doooo, yeah..., yeah..., oooh Know I love my baby, My baby loves me Layin in some heaven, need a little
[Common] Yeah baby boy In the place (for you and yours) to be Da uh da uh, we got the uh ya'll We bout to rock ya'll, we got the uh baby... Yo yo yo check
never give up never give up never give up ohh ohhh never give up jah jah my baby is a place for us so far away but it goes ... was yesterday
("Yeah yeah now check the method" Extra P from ATCQ's _Keep It Rollin_) * cut and scratched 4X by Mista Sinister Verse One: No I.D. No time to get
Hand me a little bit of umm orange pineapple juice I'ma sip on it check it out I got a rhyme you got a rhyme But my rhyme is better than yours (repeat
[Common] Yo.. I don't know what was on y'all niggaz birds(?) to go up to the boat - and start robbin old folks Now see you done messed with the wrong
Hey C.S. man umm Yeah since you don't wanna gimme a dollar for no beer umm why don't you gimme a lyrical shoutout on your album junior? C'mon man gimme
*Common's answering machine beeps* Say brotha If you ever let me leave out a club with a big fat ass stove like bitch like that without point out
Intro: Yeah I'ma get this one off for Eighty Seven Street South side of Chicago Chicago everywhere check it It's like c'mon y'all get live get down
I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in That be scattering, over the globe will my vocals be traveling Unraveling my abdomen it's slime that
"Gimme a pound thank you man" Tim Dog (repeat 2X then 4X faster) I'm as bad bad as Leroy Brown Brown Yo I'm a pro pro but not a noun noun If you
Verse One: I'm {easy} easy easy like Sunday morning I can kick a stupid nervous joint when I'm yawning Ahhh Common's comin with that old oh excuse
The revolution will not be televised The revolution is here Yeah, it's Common Sense, with DJ Premier We gonna help y'all see clear It's real hip-hop
(Yeah for your nation... for your nation...) Verse One: A bitch nigga wit an attitude named Cube Step to Com wit a feud Now what the fuck I look
Intro: Check it on the one you Com is gonna come (X3) And check it out ha. Verse 1: My raps do laps around tracks to the days The idiot vibin' I'
This is a U A rhyme dedicate to the ca nine Tch a ch tchk c'mere boy I said it's play time It's time to play with the mind of a slimmie I don't wanna
Uhh.. [Common] It's the questions (what..) it's the questions boy It's the questions (What?) it's the questions c'mon The questions (WHAT?) it's the
Yo we all got different things we got to deal with. We always are trying to put the blame on something else rather than sometimes looking at ourselves