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

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
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 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 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/102/1/21608.html Все тексты песен: Common Sense » Common Sense - Can I Bust » Common Sense - Invocation » Common Sense - Maintaining » Common Sense - Communism » Common Sense - The Bitch In Yoo » Common Sense - I`ve Been Thinking » Common Sense - Heat » Common Sense - Payback Is A Grandmother » Common Sense - A Song for Assata » Common Sense - I`ve Been Thinking » Common Sense - I`ve Been Thinking » Common Sense - Hungry » Common Sense - G.O.D. (Gaining One`s Definition) » Common Sense - Blows to the Temple » Common Sense - Dooinit » Common Sense - I Used to Love H.E.R. » Common Sense - Pop`s Rap III » Common Sense - Geto Heaven Part Two » Common Sense - Time Travelin` (A Tribute to Fela) » Common Sense - Puppy Chow Рекомендуем скачать: » Олег Щетников - Паруса » Олег Городецкий - Идешь по улице осенней... » Олег Щетников - Судьба » Ольга Афраймович - Бусы 5 (стихи) » Ольга Залесская - Орехи спят. Они не знают сами... » Олег Щетников - Голос флейты » Олег Бурцев - Толстая песня. Примиряющая. » Олег Задорожный - Ни женщины, ни друга и ни пса... » Олег Лубягин - Как давно я топчу, видно по каблуку... » Олег Кабалик - Волна милуется с песком... » Олег Городецкий - Прогулки с двойником. 10 снов с прологом и эпилогом » Ольга Маркина - Я поселился в городе штампов » Олег Митяев - Крепитесь люди, скоро » Олег Городецкий, Сергей Байтеряков - Речь о пролитом вине » Ольга Арефьева - Ночь » Ольга Арефьева (Ковчег) - Андеграундный рай » О.Попков Т.Буланова - Просто ветер » Олег Газманов - Мечта » Ольга Запрудина - Тик-так... » Ольга Качанова - Ко мне охладели друзья...
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