Resurrection

Artist: Common Sense
Album: Resurrection
Song: Resurrection
I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
That be scatterin
Over the globe will my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen its Lon thats 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 Im readin
But my brain was bleedin, needin feedin, and exercise
I didnt seek the best of buys, its a lie to textualize
I analyze where I rest my eyes
And chastise the best of guys with punchlines
Im Nestle when its Crunch-time
For your mind like one time
If poetry was pussy Id be sunshine
cause I deliver like the Sun-Times
Confined in once-mines on dumb rhymes I combine
Im hype like Im unsigned, my diet I unswine
Eatin beef sometimes I try to cut back on that shit
This rap shit is truly outta control
My style is too developed to be arrested
Its the freestyle, so now its 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
I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike when in dim light
I use insight to enlight devices hit theskin tight
Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe
Imaginations in flight
I send light, like Bens kite Ive been bright
Get open like on gym nights
And in fights I send rights
Dont hook with skins my friends like
I spend nights up in dykes
In spite Ive 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 dont get no thicker
U Ak got my back and we dont get no thicker
U Ak got my back and we dont now check it
Im a homeboy not a home nigga, aint scared of no nigga
But its my turn to go I gotta go
And Im gone with the storm