Common, ​dj honda - Interlude lyrics

On the South Side, ha
Gon' get down with that get down
Let me spit rounds
This is how the shit sounds
Check it out, y'all, ha, ha

It's the metaphysicals
Some say the score of the revolution
Therefore, I have come
A calm before the storm
Words are born, formed, drawn in the brain
Soar, scorned by the pourin' rain
But I can stand it, seldom do I feel stranded
Granted, I stand with the style that is free
I'm the Mandela, ask Nelson
Brothers love me
I lay it lovely, I'm ugly bogus on the mic
I strike like a teacher, rappers are lines
Stand in lines with they signs tryna picket
They picket the way I kick it
'Cause with it, I'm not wicked
'cause that's malignant
I use my figments which is vivid
And give it to ya, baby
Like love without no limit
I have no limit's, no gimmicks
No image, don't mimic, i'm finished
No minutes to be timid
When shit stick, should I spit wit
I'm the nitwit, that sick shit I stick with
And kick with the crew I clique with
That's who I sit with and
Trip with and sip with
The buds are nipped in, and gold, I gift it
And hit without equipment I've
Often been depicted
As the solid one in liquid
Yo, this is shit's for my man Honda