Common - Sum Shit I Wrote lyrics

"Buyin' a record like collecting put ya body
In the park" - Biz Markie

Marks I erase like racism
I'm as large as a bigot brew is my escapism
When I'm bubbly I just kick it
What I need from you is
Understanding that I'm standing
On my own two, down with my own crew
Toe cancer, I'm bad to the bone too
I'm prone to snap off
When I'm off that Cognac I can't
Hold back like a masseuse
I get loose like a screw turned
From left right to tight
Man, when it's time for some
Action I get red, tonight's da night
An eye for an eye, a life for what's right
Dissect it I'm on hi-tech shit
Computers want to bite your style is Pascal
Mine is Basic and just instinct


I'm went to FAM and ran scams
Me and Murray got up on big links
And if knowledge is the key
Goddammit uh I'm the locksmith
Studied the missionary waitin on my life
The mic I Rush like Boss is
I switch styles like a channel
With controls that is remote
Engage in a page, and with words I elope
Walking down the aisles with styles
I freak the vow (el) s
That tie knots when I rocks like a Z-28
At any rate, brothers gain interest cause I
Loaned them microphones
They couldn't house the shit so they
Had to rent to own
It's like that, coming from the Go rapper
I wanna bone Jada Pinkett and that ho Patra
So keep on, and you don't, now come on
Ah keep on, and you don't

"Buyin' a record like collecting put ya body
In the park" - Biz Markie

When I'm alone in my room sometimes
I stare at the wall
And in the back of my mind
I hear a wack-ass rhyme
And I catch Alz-rhymers, then forget it
I get charged like a nigga in position with
A stolen card of credit
Fuck flipping the script
The rap scene I'm trying to edit
My mellows call me "Never"
They be like "Never's going to get it"
Never's too much, I'm much too
I do justice to poetics
That's why cats be like "Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you!" other studs come through to see
What I am up to
They be on the dick of crew giving
Us weed and buying us brew
Like Kareem I got the hook up
Brothers look out cause they look up
Rest in peace to Harold
I'm washing tons of rappers like Booker
T told me "You gotta get out of the crib
Get into the world"
How you going to come off
With the style that's sterile?
It's like that, keep on, ha ha
It's like that, keep on

"Buyin' a record like collecting put ya body
In the park" - Biz Markie

My foundation is a black block of
Niggas that rock they hat cocked
I'm real like a fight with my rap
Rappers I slapbox
Back I got my rap cocked get
Your Glock out the black face
Got tall flavor with fat taste
The rap race is a rat race
Just cause you got Adidas with the fat
Laces and the fro don't make you hip-hop
You sorry excuse for funk rap
Why is there so many cranks trying to rhyme
Yo funk that
The real shit's starting to come back
The Go is where I'm from and where I'm at
Jack i started eating cat when I was 10
Before then I was getting big
Dog like Glenn Robinson
I don't see nothing wrong with
A little bump and grind
But comes a time when you gotta
Come off of that booty
The facts of life I didn't
Learn from watching Tootie
But living in the big city but I still
Like Tootie cause she got big titties
My style is steep
I rip rhymes on the incline
Splat guts bust fat nuts and lay
Up like a crip line
I'm slamming, jamming on the one
I'm a bad man, you're just a good son
Come on

"Buyin' a record like collecting put ya body
In the park" - Biz Markie