Resurrection Lyrics

Verse One:

I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in

That be scatterin

Over the globe will my vocals be travellin

Unravellin my abdomen it's slime that's babblin

Grammatics that are masculine

I grab them in, verbally badgerin broads

I wish that Madelline, 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 unswine

Eatin 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 misdemeanor fell on his knee for the jury

I asked No for his ID and the judge thought there was two of me
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Motion for a recess to retest my fingerprints

They relinquished since, cause I was guilty in a sense

Verse Two:

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

Imaginations 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 basslines, 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 niggaz

Now my speech is lost quicker

Cruisin Southside streets with no heat and no sticker

U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker

U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker

U Ak got my back and we don't now check it

I'm a hoe but not a hoe nigga, ain't scared of no nigga

But it's my turn to go I gotta go

And I'm gone with the storm

Common Sense Resurrection