Resurrection ’95

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"Resurrection"

[Intro]
Yeah I'ma get this one off for 87th Street
South Side of Chicago, Chicago everywhere, check it
It's like come on, y'all, get live, get down
Common Sense is in your town
I said come on, y'all, get live, get down
Common Sense is in your town

[Verse 1]
I stagger in the gatherin'
Possessed by a patter-in that be scatterin'
Over the global, 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 Madelyne was back on Video LP
Raps I make up like blacks do excuses
I feel like Noah, hookin' my mellows up on deuces
If a broad ain't got a mind, a job or crib, she useless
Acoustic basslines embrace rhymes while I chase mines
They say signs of the end is near
I wonder can I walk a righteous path holdin' a beer?
Got more verses than a Kramer, go off like a pager
Skills uglier than Craig Mack in your ear, I'm the flavor
My old bird said some of my songs sound like noise
Don't watch the Bulls as much (Why?)
They got too many white boys
A million black men walkin' towards one direction
For sure, the cream of the planets... resurrection

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"Resurrection"

[Verse 2]
A prophet, raised among Black Disciples and Vice Lords
Who don't give a fuck about mic cords, at night, swords get up
Together, black wrists get cuffed
I'm wishin' for a change, my man want his change in a cup
Yes, Sir, I'm in the Mix-a-Lot
Bitches put 'em on the glass while I'm puttin' stickers on they ass
I rule everything around me like cash
On the rocks of reality, dreams get splashed
In jams, I mash like Alan Alda
Niggas nod, thangs say "Hey" as if I was Little Walter
'87 strip walker, taught the code of the area
By stayin', within the barrier
Exposed to Stony stimuli, with that I identify
Brothers went through my rotate solidify the realness
Skull caps, Smurfs, Puffy jacket, Lugz boots on
Steppin' to me is like goin' to the County being a Neutron

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"Resurrection"

[Interlude]
1, 2, 1, 2, we'll get on down, check it

[Verse 3]
I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike
When in dim light, I use insights to enlight
Then write somethin' that's skin tight
Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe, imagination's in flight
I send light, like Ben's kite, I've been bright
Get open like on gym nights
In fights, I send rights
Don't hook with skins my friends like, I spend nights up in dykes
I've been indicted as a freak of all trades
Doodoo-Doo-Doo, Doo-Doo! I got it made
I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
Come from a tribe of bums, hooked on Negro and mums
Had to halt with the malt liquor
'Cause off the malt liquor, I fought niggas
Now my speech and thought's quicker
Cruisin' South Side streets with no heat and no sticker
UAC got my back, and we don't get no thicker
87 got my back, and we don't get no thicker
Chicago got my back and we don't... now check it
I'm a ho but not a ho nigga, ain't scared of no nigga
When it's my turn to go I gotta go, and I'm gone with the storm...

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"Resurrection"