Common Sense Sum Shit I Wrote Lyrics:
Marks I erase like racism, I'm as large as a bigot
Groove is my escapism, when I'm bubbly I just kick
it What I need from you is understanding that I'm
standing On my own two, down with my own crew Toe
cancer, I'm bad to the bone too, I'm prone to snap
off When I'm off that Cognac I can't hold back
like a massouse I get loose like a screw turned
from left right to tight When it's time for some
action I get Red's &quotTonight's Da Night&quot An
eye for an eye, a life for his wife Dissected I'm
on some hi-tech shit computers want to bite Your
style is Pascal, mine is Basic and just instinct
I'm with the fam and ran scams, me and Murray got
up on big links And if knowledge is the key,
goddammit I'm the locksmith Started a missionary
way on my life, the mic I rust like bostage I
switch styles like a channel with controls that
are remote Engage in a page, and with words I
elope Walking down the aisles with styles I freak
the viles Anti-Nazi when I rocks like a Z-28 At
any rate, brothers gain interest because I loaned
them microphones They couldn't house the shit so
they had to rent to own It's like that, coming
from the go rapper I wanna bone Jada Pinkett and
that hoe Patra So keep on, and you don't, now come
on Ah keep on, and you don't

Sometime when I'm alone in my room I stare at the
wall And in the back of my mind I hear a wack-ass
rhyme And I catch Alz-rhymers, then forget it, I
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get charged Like a nigga in position with the
stolen card the credit Fuck flipping the script,
the rap scene I'm trying to edit My mellows call
me &quotNever&quot, they be like &quotNever's
going to get it&quot Never's too much, I'm much
too, I do justice to poetics That's why cats be
like &quotFuck you, fuck you, fuck you!&quot Other
studs come through to see what I am up to They be
on the dick of crew that be giving us sweet and
buying us fruit Like Kareem I got the hook up,
brothers look out because they look Rest in peace
to ?Heavena?, washing tons of rappers like Booker
Tee told me &quotYou gotta get out of the crib,
get into the world&quot How you going to come off
with the style that's thourough? It's like that,
keep on, ha ha It's like that, keep on

My foundation is in black block of niggas that
rock they hat cock I'm real like a fight with my
rap, rappers I slapbox Back I got my rap, now get
your glock out the black face Got tall flavor with
fat taste, the rat race is a rat race Just cause
you got Adidas with the fat laces and the fro
don't make you hip-hop You sorry excuse for funk
rap Why is there so many cranks trying to rhyme,
yo funk that The real shit's starting to come back
The Go is where I'm from and where I'm at, jack I
started eating cat when I was 10 Before dinner I
was getting big dog like Glen Robinson I don't see
nothing wrong with a little bump and grind But
comes a time when you gotta get off of that booty
The facts of life I didn't learn from watching
Tootie But living in the big city but I still like
Tootie cause she got big titties My style is
steep, I write rhymes on the incline Splat guts
plus fat nuts and lay up like a crib line I'm
slamming, jamming on the one I'm a bad man, you're
just a good son, come on
Lyrics: Sum Shit I Wrote, Common Sense [end]