(feat. Pharrell)
Nothing-nothing-nothing-nothing 



[Chorus] 

Nothing you could do [x4]



[Intro] 

They say he's a radical, he don't fit the game 

A heart full of glory and a fist of pain 

A couple of battle scars but shit's the same 

Are you not entertained 

So all the onlookers and the bystanders 

Wait til intermission, run buy your camera 

Record the moment, cause it'll be platinum 

And you could say you seen Common rock the stadium 



[Verse 1] 

I was told by a wise old to come from the heart 

Though I might've did The Light, I don't run from the dark 

The dark knight to spark mics, and start fights 

The warrior archetype like Kimbo Slice 

It's strength in the beard, am I loved or feared 

A beast amongst boys like Paul I'm revered 

Vroof, vroof vroof vroof vroof Vroof vroof well 

Like Jacob Jewel, I keep clientele 

You frail on the mic like you might break a nail 

I might smoke a joint but I won't take the L 

I knew a fat girl who broke the scale 

Still touched down cause I was off Artell 

Had dreams of breaking Mike Vick out of jail 

Took the underground rail to the end that failed 

I rebel, NYSL 

Here to leave a trail like Nelson Mandela 



[Chorus] 



[Common] 

My words is the sword, my skill is the shield 

My life is the style I stay dressed to kill 

A legend like Will Smith with the steel 

I could save the world when shit get for real 

Skinny George Foreman, all in your grill 

My rhyme style is blind, it's all in the feel 

Touch it and watch the blood fall with the steel 

The weak raps you wrote you could call that your will 

My drive VROOM is how I stay the livest 

Your guys got you gassed, my flow is a hybrid 

Crashed I survived it, gashes over eyelids 

You easy to take out cause you hot garbage 

I'm amped like wattage, the truth nigga honest 

Any moment opponents drop out like college 

Kneel and pay homage to the rap Ziggy Stardust 

Stadium hands in the air fists balled up 



[Chorus] 



[Common] 

Feet in the dirt, blood on the shirt 

Scars over bars, symbols of the work 

Tight clothes the armor, center of the drama 

Defeat your whole army like this is Sparta 

So don't violate or you'll get violated 

Some of you model bitches is so overrated 

Don't mean to underrate it but damn it I made it 

In the water I waded on the corner I painted 

Draw blood like we related 

MCs get de-decapitated 

Syncopated is the style that I fight with, write with 

Mr. Excitement, change your face up like a white chick 

Then light shit up like a dread with the herbs 

Get sex in the city and head in the burbs 

These are the words of a radical 

The crowd applaud, I'm bowed, I'm proud 

To be the gladiator 



[Chorus]