Common, No I.D. - In My Own World (Check the Method) lyrics
Common [Lonnie Rashid Lynn] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Common, No I.D. - In My Own World Check the Method lyrics]
Yeah yeah, now check the method
Yeah yeah, now check the method
Yeah yeah, now check the method
Yeah yeah, now check the method
No time to get all excited, just write it
From the inside let the pen slide, and spread
The ink on the papyrus, come understand this
Paint the canvas, givin' you my vision
To mold you, compose you
Get a picture of the scene
Then get an exposure
Words out my cipher, the life of my circle
Pain trapped inside of me, Cabrini to Ida B
Don't lie to me you want me in your needle
Squirt me in your vein, maintain on the couch
I excite your brain til I'm
Out of your system
Beat digger, not a nigga or a niggaro
I figure you're the winner of the bread
Precede your thoughts 'fore they
Come into your head
From the word, I speak, unique
Clear and concise heads I'm boring
Soaring to a new height of flight
And then fight the night
With a light to gain sight
Make your competition say aight
No ID from the city with
A beach on thirty-first
Making all butt crews disperse
I'm in my own world
Yeah yeah, now check the method
Yeah yeah, now check the method
Yeah yeah, now check the method
Yeah yeah, now check the method
I say pay attention boy
I say uk look at here
I want you to see me when you do
You look in fear
I dilate pupils that's cornea than a retina
My Book of Life you felt it
Because of the texture
When I'm bubbly I call the ex ta
See if she still love me
I'm advanced like a copy studs be
On my sac to dub me
Cheap ass niggas, go and purchase it
I ain't do all this work for shit
My style's my child I gave birth to it
Like an immaculate conception, clean I came
Went through label pains
Didn't give shorty a name i put
Bros before hoes that's the way
Love and life goes
It's a Jungle out there but I'm
Never Fever-in for them white hoes
I love black thighs
You sisters better realize
The real hair and real eyes get real guys
So before you makeup your face
You better make up your mind
I hope you wake up in
Time for the revolution
Or you gon' be like
"I can't believe it! I got shot!"
Bowe, so I lick one, not for Riddick
But I got the Rid, for my dick
And the crab MC's that be all over it
Huh, what good is the Rid without the comb?
I'm the street pick peace to Nick, Tim
Mark and Kendall
I remember me and Dion tried
To get into Mendel i didn't have No ID
They wouldn't let me in
Now them same gumps be askin'
Me to get them in
I be like, "You don't know me fool"
And color him purple
'cause he ain't in my circle
Now I'm talkin' square biz to
You and I'm out i'm in my own world
Yeah yeah, now check the method
Yeah yeah, now check the method
Yeah yeah, now check the method
No time to get all excited, just write it
From the inside let the pen slide, and spread
The ink on the papyrus, come understand this
Paint the canvas, givin' you my vision
To mold you, compose you
Get a picture of the scene
Then get an exposure
Words out my cipher, the life of my circle
Pain trapped inside of me, Cabrini to Ida B
Don't lie to me you want me in your needle
Squirt me in your vein, maintain on the couch
I excite your brain til I'm
Out of your system
Beat digger, not a nigga or a niggaro
I figure you're the winner of the bread
Precede your thoughts 'fore they
Come into your head
From the word, I speak, unique
Clear and concise heads I'm boring
Soaring to a new height of flight
And then fight the night
With a light to gain sight
Make your competition say aight
No ID from the city with
A beach on thirty-first
Making all butt crews disperse
I'm in my own world
Yeah yeah, now check the method
Yeah yeah, now check the method
Yeah yeah, now check the method
Yeah yeah, now check the method
I say pay attention boy
I say uk look at here
I want you to see me when you do
You look in fear
I dilate pupils that's cornea than a retina
My Book of Life you felt it
Because of the texture
When I'm bubbly I call the ex ta
See if she still love me
I'm advanced like a copy studs be
On my sac to dub me
Cheap ass niggas, go and purchase it
I ain't do all this work for shit
My style's my child I gave birth to it
Like an immaculate conception, clean I came
Went through label pains
Didn't give shorty a name i put
Bros before hoes that's the way
Love and life goes
It's a Jungle out there but I'm
Never Fever-in for them white hoes
I love black thighs
You sisters better realize
The real hair and real eyes get real guys
So before you makeup your face
You better make up your mind
I hope you wake up in
Time for the revolution
Or you gon' be like
"I can't believe it! I got shot!"
Bowe, so I lick one, not for Riddick
But I got the Rid, for my dick
And the crab MC's that be all over it
Huh, what good is the Rid without the comb?
I'm the street pick peace to Nick, Tim
Mark and Kendall
I remember me and Dion tried
To get into Mendel i didn't have No ID
They wouldn't let me in
Now them same gumps be askin'
Me to get them in
I be like, "You don't know me fool"
And color him purple
'cause he ain't in my circle
Now I'm talkin' square biz to
You and I'm out i'm in my own world