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a new world order
A global takeover
Better take cover
Or fight back against the system
The choice is yours
Be the resistance
They woke me up at six o

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Common

Home

2016

the path, bring them back to the Mass
The staff can be your microphone
Your name is Common
You was born to fight the norm
Take house niggas outta darkness

prepare yourself to fight weapons of Mass destruction
The instruction is clear we must make the Church function
With the armor of God we cause a spiritual

the fight will never be defeated
Even through the fires and the rioting police
We will rise
We will see this through
Standing steady together
Just you and me

Paralyzed by fear
No noooooo
What are we doing here?
What are we doing?
Won't support a genocide no
What are we doing?
got their blood upon my hands
That's

would try to fight
Now I sit here and I'm tryna write
While the idea of losing you keeps me up at night
Am I really scared of losing you
Or will I miss

was a kid, it's been a fight all the time for 35 years,
My brain was confiscated by Lucifer's armies in mental illness and hatred.
my struggle between

plain sight, they'll be exterminated, hang tight
Regurgitated, but still the murder rate I can't fight
I burn bridges suspended by a thread
Eternally

lost in my thoughts 
But there is nothing wrong
Writing down what bothers me 
Maybe make a song 

To the parents that wanna fight, they got you by

tower
Over the mass
We stain
The chills that they brought
The fights that they fought
The imaginary throne in which they thought
That they could
Fool us

Hard Margin [Street Version]

The Creators

Hard Margin

2000

continents
Black Star congregates and dominates
Burn through your armor plates
Pipin' hot and we not from concentrate
Make the mass mob the market place

the power
Cellphone towers, givin' up locations
Hada ditch my phone and let her go cuz they been mass surveillin
I been called a psycho by the same people

Episodes

Lootpack

Soundpieces: Da Antidote!

1999

styles 
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real 

Episode #2: God's Gift 

I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware 
It's

fight with my mind and my demons
Can't find no way to get away but these rhymes
I believe a serene scene I'll achieve it
Long as I try to ignore

you'll get bodied
Killers do killings for hobbies
I want a bad singing bitch to ride by me
Like Whitney did Bobby
With the future I'll take Ashanti
I'll

the fight
They try protect it from all
Bullets aim us in the in the darkness night
But we are too many for them
The mob grows up on every corner we passed by

Hiatus

Ill Poetic

Ill Poetic Presents: Mood Muzik's Third

2008

But still shorty wild
Turned on by forty cals
Was young never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style
No wonder why I picked up triggers to beef
I

there's something in this moment I'm trying to fight

Wednesday night I lace up my sneakers
Surrounded by men I'm in the zone but feel alone and unsure

So let me start by saying we was born for greatness
Elite and the tyrants heading to face us
We're strong on the outside and nothing can phase us
But

Thou pleasant folks
Why congregate do you
Ye gathered in mass upon these hills
And behold I am yet bemused
Now I understand
My fight with dragons
Thou

Pink flowers
Out my window pane
Let me know that you are here
With all this mass deception
It's hard to live without fear

Every day another fight

done that 
Now There ain't no holdin back
Got passion in this whack ass mass off tissue 
c brain that's not completely sane,
But works for me anyway  
I

mama to cry,
Never got to say goodbye 
Tried to fight but it multiplied, 
Now my brain synapse is fried 
So fried, that I can't even cry, 
Can't even ask

happen to me!"
If passion could breathe, it'd be in the ICU
Unless it lived somewhere where all
The hospital beds was used
Asked 'em 'bout a vaccine
They