Resurrection ’95 Common

[Scratched]
"Resurrection"

[Intro]
Yeah I'ma get this one off for 87th Street
South Side of Chicago, Chicago everywhere, check it
It's like come on, y'all, get live, get down
Common Sense is in your town
I said come on, y'all, get live, get down
Common Sense is in your town

[Verse 1]
I stagger in the gatherin'
Possessed by a patter-in that be scatterin'
Over the global, 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 Madelyne was back on Video LP
Raps I make up like blacks do excuses
I feel like Noah, hookin' my mellows up on deuces
If a broad ain't got a mind, a job or crib, she useless
Acoustic basslines embrace rhymes while I chase mines
They say signs of the end is near
I wonder can I walk a righteous path holdin' a beer?
Got more verses than a Kramer, go off like a pager
Skills uglier than Craig Mack in your ear, I'm the flavor
My old bird said some of my songs sound like noise
Don't watch the Bulls as much (Why?)
They got too many white boys
A million black men walkin' towards one direction
For sure, the cream of the planets... resurrection