Common - Funkmaster Flex Freestyle lyrics

Common, What's your twitter my brother?
Google+, all of that, this is what it is
It don't stop common let's go, my brother

Yo, ashtrays and cigarettes
Last days indigenous people
These are adventures of
Young black millionaires i am the voice of
The meek and underprivileged
The smell of success
I want y'all to get a whiff of this
On the move like black
Slaves through the wilderness
I write it and still get
Invited to white Christmases
When I was young 3 wise men came to visit us
One a hustler, one a king, one a prisoner
They cracked the bottle
And then start giving gifts
"You from Chicago - we want
You to deliver this"
Show the walking dead who the
True and living is
Separate the fake from who the real niggas is
Hot tub time machine back to the Sybaris
Hats from liquor stores to avoid syphilis
Frivolous spending
Drunk nights with storybook endings
I guess it's my addiction to women, ah!
I was in France, Hennessey blending
Writing my own rhymes like
I'm Tennessee Williams
Now I'm right here with
The brother named Flex
Y'all know the context, Com'll get sex
He talk about the ladies and yo yo
You see me um he said we got them broads
Yo yo they premium
That's how it is yo getting into the biz
You know Com Sense always said what it is
So yo you should know I'm coming down
You should see a brother Com Sense with the
Album "The Dreamer, the Believer"
It's like that y'all, right here Hot 97
In Flex We Trust