Common - Resurrection lyrics

"Resurrection"

Yeah I'ma get this one off for 87th Street
South Side of Chicago, Chicago everywhere
Check it
It's like come on, y'all, get live, get down
Common Sense is in your town
I said come on, y'all, get live, get down
Common Sense is in your town

I stagger in the gatherin'
Possessed by a patter-in that be scatterin'
Over the global, my vocals be travelin'
Unravelin' my abdomen
It's slime that's babblin' grammatics
That are masculine
I grab the men, verbally badgering broads
I wish that Madelyne was back on Video LP
I went against all odds and got a even steven
Proceed to read and not
Believin' everything I'm readin'
But my brain was bleedin', needin' feedin'
And exercise i didn't seek the best of buys
It's a lie to textualize
I analyze where I rest my eyes
And chastise the best of guys with punchlines
I'm Nestle when it's crunch-time
For your mind like one time
If poetry was pussy I'd be sunshine
'Cause I deliver like the Sun Times
Confined in once-mines on dumb
Rhymes I combine i'm hype like I'm unsigned
My diet I un-swine
Eating 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
It's the freestyle, so now it's 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 Mr meaner 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 Sense
'cause I was guilty in a sense

"Resurrection"

I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn
Bike when in dim light
I use insight to enlight devices
Hit the skin tight
Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe
Imagination's in flight
I send light, like Ben's kite
I've been bright
Get open like on gym nights and
In fights I send rights
Don't hook with skins my friends like
I spend nights up in dykes in spite
I've been indicted as a freak of all trades
I got it made
I bathe in bass lines, 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 niggas
Now my speech and thoughts quicker
Cruise the Southside streets with no
Heat and no sticker
UAC got my back and we don't get no thicker
UAC got my back and we don't get no thicker
UAC got my back and we don't, now check it
I'm a ho but not a ho nigga
Ain't scared of no nigga
When it's my turn to go, I gotta go
And I'm gone with the storm

"Resurrection"