Resurrection (Extra P. Remix) Common

[Intro]
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, ya know...

[Verse 1]
I stagger in the gathering 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 or 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, they got too many (white) boys
A million black men walkin' towards one direction
For sure, the cream of the planets—resurrection