* cut and scratched 4X by Mista Sinister

 Verse One: No I.D.

 No time to get all excited, just write it
 from the inside let the pen slide, and spread
 the ink on the papyrus, come understand this (what?)
 Paint the canvas, givin you my vision
 To mold you, compose you
 Get a picture of the scene, then get an exposure
 Words out my cipher, the life of my circle
 Train tracks aside of me, Cabrini to Idabi, don't lie to me
 You want me in your needle
 Squirt me in your vein, maintain on the couch
 I excite your brain till I'm out of your system
 Be digger not a nigger or a niggerole I figure you're
 the winner of the bread, precede your thoughts
 'fore they come into your head (yo kid kinda nice!)
 From the word, I speak, unique, clear and concise
 Heads I'm boring, soaring to a new height of flight
 And then fight the night
 With a light to gain sight make your competition say AIGHT
 No I.D. from the city with a bridge on thirty-first
 Makin all butt crews disperse

 Chorus: repeat 4X

 [No I.D.] I'm in my own world ("Yeah yeah, now check the method")

 Verse Two: Common

 [No I.D.] ("Check the method") I'm in my own world
 I say pay attention boy, I say UHH looka here
 I want you to see me when you do you look and fear
 I dilate pupils it's cornea than a retina
 My Book of Life you felt it, because of the texture
 When I'm bubbly I call the ex ta, see if she still love me
 I'm advanced like a copy studs be on my sac to dub me
 CHEAP ASS NIGGAZ!  Go and purchase it
 I ain't do all this work for shit
 my style's my child I gave birth to it
 Like an immaculate conception, clean I came
 Went through label pains, didn't give shorty a name
 I put, bros before hoes that's the way love and life goes
 It's a Jungle out there but I'm never Fever-in for them white hoes
 I love black thighs, you sisters better realize
 The real hair and real eyes get real guys
 So before you makeup your face, you better make up your mind
 I hope you wake up in time for the revolution, or you gon be like
 "I can't believe it!  I got shot!"
 Bowe/bo so I lick one, not for Riddick
 But I got the Rid, for my dick
 And the crab MC's that be all over it
 Huh, what good is the Rid without the comb?
 I'm the street pick peace to Nick, Tim, Mark and Sekendall
 I remember me and Deion tried to get into Mendal
 I didn't have No I.D., they wouldn't let me in
 Now them same gumps be askin me to get them in
 I be like, "You don't know me... fool"
 And color it purple, cause he ain't in my circle
 Now I'm talkin square biz to you and I'm out
 I'm in my own world