Common - Resurrection songtekst

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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 

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
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Taal: Engels

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