resurrection lyrics – common sense

verse one:
i stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter in
that be scatterin
over the globe will my vocals be travellin
unravellin my abdomen it’s slime that’s babblin
grammatics that are masculine
i grab them in verbally badgerin broads
i wish that madelline was back on video lp
i went against all odds and got a even steven
proceed to read and not believin everything i’m readin
but my brain was bleedin, needin feedin, and exercise
i didn’t seek the best of buys, it’s a lie to textualize
i *n*lyze where i rest my eyes
and chastise the best of guys with punchlines
i’m nestle when it’s crunch-time
for your mind like one time
if poetry was p*ssy i’d be sunshine
cause i deliver like the sun-times
confined in once-mines on dumb rhymes i combine
i’m hype like i’m unsigned, my diet i unswine
eatin beef sometimes i try to cut back on that sh*t
this rap sh*t is truly outta control
my style is too developed to be arrested
it’s the freestyle, so now it’s out on parole
they tried to hold my soul in a holding cell so i would sell
i bonded with a break and had enough to make bail
a misdemeanor fell on his knee for the jury
i asked no for his id and the judge thought there was two of me
motion for a recess to retest my fingerprints

they relinquished since, cause i was guilty in a sense
verse two:
i ride the rhythm like a schwinn bike when in dim light
i use insight to enlight devices h*t the skin tight
words of wisdom wail from my windpipe
imaginations in flight
i send light, like ben’s kite i’ve been bright
get open like on gym nights
and in fights i send rights
don’t hook with skins my friends like
i spend nights up in dyk*s
in spite i’ve been indicted as a freak of all trades
i got it made
i bathe in b*sslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
come from a tribe of b*ms
hooked on negro and mums
had to halt with the, malt liquor
cause off the malt liquor i fought n*gg*z
now my speech is lost quicker
cruisin southside streets with no heat and no sticker
u ak got my back and we don’t get no thicker
u ak got my back and we don’t get no thicker
u ak got my back and we don’t now check it
i’m a hoe but not a hoe n*gg*, ain’t scared of no n*gg*
but it’s my turn to go i gotta go
and i’m gone with the storm

/ common sense lyrics