Tytuł: Hungry

• Wykonawca: Common
• Wyświetleń: 229

[Common]
   Yo, niggaz don't want none of this
   Niggaz know they can't fuck with this
   Turn this shit up just a little more
  
   I walk the night in rhymin armor, bomb a nigga like a winter coat
   Have him on Death Row searchin for an Interscope
   Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara
   Symbolize dope, like sirens do terror
   Mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated
   Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it
   Players is gettin traded
   I drop a gem off, them who's style is jaded
   My juice is grated
   Shit is so bangin niggaz say it's gang related
   On philosopher's rink of thought, I've skated with precision
   Crews is gettin split like decisions
   Com will let it ride in collision
   Vision like Coleco or tele, I battle stars in stellar...
   Regions, my thought scheme was my like my offspring
   Now, it's teethin
   My reason of rhyme applies to season and time
   Season of mind, body and regions divine
   In mom's cookouts, I'm leavin the swine
   Verbal vegeterian, squashed beef with Ice Cube
   Came in this rap life nude
   Now I'm fully clothed with flows
   You tricks can't hide behind expensive cars and clothes
   Old niggaz I expose like Luke does hoes in videos
   With classic material, imperial and rugged like
   Got mag, but my slugs a mic
   You fake like a smile, like a hug, I'm tight
   Skip ladies, this is rip a muthafucka night
   Oracle arouse, niggaz don't even run for cover right
   Downtown interracial lovers hold hands
   I breathe heavy like an old man, with a cold can of Old Style
   Hold a Stone Isle profile
   Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when I go wild
   Hold mics like a second nut until the second comin
   Hummin comin towards you with power like forwards do
   Hip hop, you my bitch and like a Ford, I'm Explorin you
   So, wack niggaz be cool, with them, I stay cordial
   Flowin room temperature, cats is presumed miniature
   Like golf. Soft like Tiger Woods
   And real nigga angles I've stood with ways that's geometric
   Don't need to rob banks with dike broads to Set it
   I levitate to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist
   Rhyme wise, you a rest haven
   You sat by the door spooked like I was Wes Craven
   You need to do more deletin and less savin
   A praise in hell, raisin heaven
   Like the bill on my pager leavens
   What you should have known from day one
   You will on day seven
  
   "Hungry hip hop junkie in the city" (*scratched 3X*)