Текст (слова) песни: Common Sense - Resurrection `95

ntro:
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
Common Sense is in your town
I said c`mon y`all get live get down
Common sense is in your town
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
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 or 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, they got too many white boys
A million black men walkin, towards one direction
For sure, the cream of the planets... resurrection
Verse Two:
A prophet, raised among black disciples and Vice Lords
Who don`t give a fuck about mic cords and nice swords
get up, together black risk your cup
I`m wishin for a change, my man want his change in a cup
Yessir, 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 smashed
In jams I M*A*S*H like Alan Alda
Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was Little Walter
Eighty-Seven strip walker taught the code of the area
by staying, within the barrier
Exposed to stony stimuli, with that I identify
Brothers went through my rotate solidify the realness
Skull-caps, Murf Puffy jacket, Lug boots on
Steppin to me is like goin to the county being a Neutron
Verse Three:
I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike
When in dim light
I use insight to enlight
Device up in da 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 dykes
I`ve been indicted as a freak of all trades
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 niggaz
Now my speech and thoughts quicker
Cruisin Southside streets with no heat and no sticker
U Ak got my back and we don`t get no thicker
Eighty-Seven 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
But it`s my turn to go I gotta go
And I`m gone with the storm

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Common Sense - Resurrection `95 ntro: 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 Common Sense is in your town I said c`mon y`all get live get down Common sense is in your town 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 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 or 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, they got too many white boys A million black men walkin, towards one direction For sure, the cream of the planets... resurrection Verse Two: A prophet, raised among black disciples and Vice Lords Who don`t give a fuck about mic cords and nice swords get up, together black risk your cup I`m wishin for a change, my man want his change in a cup Yessir, 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 smashed In jams I MASH like Alan Alda Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was Little Walter Eighty-Seven strip walker taught the code of the area by staying, within the barrier Exposed to stony stimuli, with that I identify Brothers went through my rotate solidify the realness Skull-caps, Murf Puffy jacket, Lug boots on Steppin to me is like goin to the county being a Neutron Verse Three: I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike When in dim light I use insight to enlight Device up in da 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 dykes I`ve been indicted as a freak of all trades 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 niggaz Now my speech and thoughts quicker Cruisin Southside streets with no heat and no sticker U Ak got my back and we don`t get no thicker Eighty-Seven 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 But it`s my turn to go I gotta go And I`m gone with the storm Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Resurrection `95*: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/21553.html Все тексты песен: Common Sense » Common Sense - Breaker 1/9 » Common Sense - A Penny For My Thoughts » Common Sense - Pitchin` Pennies » Common Sense - 1, 2 Many » Common Sense - Dooinit » Common Sense - Thisisme » Common Sense - Just in the Nick of Rhyme » Common Sense - Resurrection » Common Sense - In My Own World (Check The Method) » Common Sense - Soul By the Pound (remix) » Common Sense - Thelonious » Common Sense - My City » Common Sense - Orange Pineapple Juice » Common Sense - Thelonious » Common Sense - Food for Funk » Common Sense - Thisisme » Common Sense - Soul By the Pound » Common Sense - Thisisme » Common Sense - Heat » Common Sense - I Used to Love H.E.R. Рекомендуем скачать: » Геннадий Перевалов - Мистер Блюз » Голицына Катерина - Нефраерский романс » Григорий Бронштейн - И снова жизнь свернула не туда... » Григорий Дикштейн - Песенка бабы Яги из спектакля по сказке В. Шушкина До третьих петухов » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Давайте будем жрать » Григорий Дикштейн - Песня о барде, менестреле или трубадуре, играющем на лютне, кифаре или бандуре, песня о стрелке, кот » Григорий Дикштейн - Не приносят утешенья... » Группа риска - Песня пpо паpтизана » Григорий Дикштейн - Ожиданье любви » Геннадий Жуков - Идиот » Григорий Дикштейн - До чего же нас мало на свете... » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Наши » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Это не я » Георгий Лепский - А я на брёвнышке сижу, молюсь: О, боже мой!... » Григорий Лепс - Она была чиста как снег зимой ("Романс") » Григорий Дикштейн - Ворожея » Губы - Не важно » Геннадий Васильев - Чечня. 1995 год » Григорий Дикштейн - Танго с секретом » Григорий Лепс - Не печалься, девочка моя
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