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Common Dust

The Roots

Organix

1993

, free to vocalize
Old school highs I got, for your eyes
Circulize never even though we lock together
Ask the set I'm clever cause I'm severed and I'm pooped
But anyway the wind blows, the Dust you gotta go

It's Common Dust y'all, and you don't stop
For you to trust y'all, with real hip-hop
It's Common Dust y'all, and you don't stop
For you to trust y'all, with real hip-hop
It's Common Dust y'all, and you don't stop
For you to trust y'all, with real hip-hop
It's Common Dust y'all, and you don't stop
For you to trust y'all, with real hip-hop

It's like Crumbs stay at a mic, comes to and from the ashes
Pass the what kid?

Ride with me
Listen what you see
Confusing
Same reality
Caved in our world
Which we all understand
No one can reach us
We follow our plan

Coming at me
Together we see
The thing that should be
Common sense
Hop on with me
Believe what you see
So blinded it's clear
The engine's running

Wait for something

Come it's time to fly
Live before you die
There's no reason
Time to change your mind

Dance with me
Tell me what you feel
Don't hold it
Just let it be clear
Hold on the edge of a
Trip back to hell
What you've been learning
Only you can tell

Coming at me
Together we see
The thing that should be
Common sense
Hop on with me
Believe what you see
So blinded it's clear
The engine's running
Wait for something

Come it's time to fly
Live before you die
There's no reason
Now it's time to
Change your piece of mind
Land into the sky
There's no reason
Time to change your mind
Get ready to fly
I am the king of the sky

Last message is like saying something and never saying it again
Fuck all the opps those niggas pussy I would never ever try to make amends
It's common sense
Hop in the Benz
I'm in the hood
Windows ain't tinted
Shit ain't no rented
Fuck it we spinning
Suck my dick we the team that are winning gang
Loving money I fuck dead presidents
Brodie aiming off shots every pedal in
On the top i don't need no type pedestal
Imma take spots imma tell niggas wanna move
Give me time and I still got more to prove
Bend her over she say feel like more than 2
In my lane niggas know that I keep it cool
Grab on a sweater cuz I'm gonna make it cool
Shoutout Kyle and Sean those my lil kuus
They can't take on my spot if they wanted to
That's how real Imma keep it 1 hundo
O Three niggas know I'm head huncho
Pour me just a liter of the Migos
Casa imma takeoff jus like migo
Quavo we jus gonna keep it sweet
Tea on my phone she feeling needy
Said I'm pressure like an ac
Get to clicking like a pc
Ice on feeling freezy
Omd now she feening
We just gon hop and gon see me
You omd nigga give me a reason
Peacing all the makks yk I'm Peacing
Leaving pack your bags cuz your leaving
See ya got my money up don't need ya
Beat it
Say no more I'm gonna beat it
Preed it moving leggish yea I preed it
Gd imma g had to g it
See it had the vision had to see it
Beefing get y'all money why y'all beefing
Keed it got a k ain't raising kanan
Precinct ain't no snitching that's for 69
Last message is like saying something and never saying it again
Fuck all the opps those niggas pussy I would never ever try to make amends
It's common sense
Hop in the Benz
I'm in the hood
Windows ain't tinted
Shit ain't no rented
Fuck it we spinning
Suck my dick we the team that are winning gang
Last message is like saying something and never saying it again
Fuck all the opps those niggas pussy I would never ever try to make amends
It's common sense
Hop in the Benz
I'm in the hood
Windows ain't tinted
Shit ain't no rented
Fuck it we spinning
Suck my dick we the team that are winning gang

Brainwashed masses, left on spin
How long does it take to fade away
Colour lasting, colon blasting
Wash my pain away

What happens when a joke goes to far
Knuckledraggers hop aboard
Lowest common is way too common
When people are tide pod challenged

Dumbass reporters filling time
Didn't get the joke
Time space filling, kids they're killing
Wash them all away

What happens when a joke goes to far
Knuckledraggers hop aboard
Lowest common is way too common
When people are tide pod challenged

Westside Slaughterhouse

Ice Cube

Cali Connected

2003

[Mack 10]
Microphone check i.o. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets

[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don of the click
All you suckers want to dis the pacific
But you buster niggas never get specific
Used to love her mad cause we fucked
Her pussy whipped bitch with no common sense
Hip hop started in the west
Ice cube bailing through the east without a vest

[W.C]
Now as I look to my riznight and to my left
I see motherfuckers staring like they wanna step
So I'm grabbing my rusty screw driver
In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's vagina
Find another crew of niggas that can fuck with this
Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool
You must be on dick dope and dynamite
How you figure speed on before you get peed on nigga

[Mack 10]
Fool what side is you
Red or the blue
While as the l.a. zoo it's round two
I ignite grab the mic tight strike like a rattle bring
Rhymes and nines to the motherfucking battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get to pumping
They know a nigga dumping
You dred like a rasta when I lock like a terrier
Mack 10 the nigga with the heat that I'll berry ya

[Ice Cube]
Oh ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo feet
Clear the whole block both sides of the street
Even crips and bloods hear my thuds
Fee fy foe fum a nigga where you from west side

[W.C.]

Here comes a fireman, here comes a cop
Here comes a wrench, here comes a car hop
Been going on forever, it ain't ever gonna stop
Everybody wants to be the man at the top

[Chorus]
Everybody wants to be the man at the top
Everybody wants to be the man at the top
Aim your gun, son, and shoot your shot
Everybody wants to be the man at the top

Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief
Doctor, lawyer, Indian chief
One thing in common they all got 
Everybody wants to be the man at the top

[Chorus]

Man at the top says it's lonely up there
If it is man, I don't care
From the big white house to the parking lot
Everybody wants to be the man at the top

Here comes a banker, here comes a businessman
Here comes a kid with a guitar in his hand
Dreaming of his record in number-one spot
Everybody wants to be the man at the top

[Chorus]

[Mack 10]
Microphone check i.o. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets

[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don of the click
All you suckers want to dis the pacific
But you buster niggas never get specific
Used to love her mad cause we fucked
Her pussy whipped bitch with no common sense
Hip hop started in the west
Ice cube bailing through the east without a vest

[W.C]
Now as I look to my riznight and to my left
I see motherfuckers staring like they wanna step
So I'm grabbing my rusty screw driver
In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's vagina
Find another crew of niggas that can fuck with this
Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool
You must be on dick dope and dynamite
How you figure speed on before you get peed on nigga

[Mack 10]
Fool what side is you
Red or the blue
While as the l.a. zoo it's round two
I ignite grab the mic tight strike like a rattle bring
Rhymes and nines to the motherfucking battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get to pumping
They know a nigga dumping
You dred like a rasta when I lock like a terrier
Mack 10 the nigga with the heat that I'll berry ya

[Ice Cube]
Oh ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo feet
Clear the whole block both sides of the street
Even crips and bloods hear my thuds
Fee fy foe fum a nigga where you from west side

[W.C.]

I do it for HIP HOP... I do it for HIP HOP...

Westside Slaughterhouse

Ice Cube

The Best of Westside Connection

2007

[Mack 10]
Microphone check i.o. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets

[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don of the click
All you suckers want to dis the pacific
But you buster niggas never get specific
Used to love her mad cause we fucked
Her pussy whipped bitch with no common sense
Hip hop started in the west
Ice cube bailing through the east without a vest

[W.C]
Now as I look to my riznight and to my left
I see motherfuckers staring like they wanna step
So I'm grabbing my rusty screw driver
In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's vagina
Find another crew of niggas that can fuck with this
Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool
You must be on dick dope and dynamite
How you figure speed on before you get peed on nigga

[Mack 10]
Fool what side is you
Red or the blue
While as the l.a. zoo it's round two
I ignite grab the mic tight strike like a rattle bring
Rhymes and nines to the motherfucking battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get to pumping
They know a nigga dumping
You dred like a rasta when I lock like a terrier
Mack 10 the nigga with the heat that I'll berry ya

[Ice Cube]
Oh ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo feet
Clear the whole block both sides of the street
Even crips and bloods hear my thuds
Fee fy foe fum a nigga where you from west side

[W.C.]

I can't be replicated even if you use a scanner Yeah spitting mercenary rhymes like Jeru the Damaja
My goal is to be your rappers favorite rapper l'll become hip hop greatest common factor.

Man Up Anthem

Lecrae

YLO Access, Vol. 87

2011

Momma want some more Obama in me
The hood want PAC hip hop
Wanna see the Common in me
And since it's a senseless contradiction
I end up a misfit trying fit in
This ends when I stand up
And see the hands that are standard
Holy is the lamb (Holy is the Lamb)
Now we holding you to man up 'cause we were made
In his image start looking at what you came from.

While you staying with a lame
Now I'm staying in my lane, cause I'm the player of the game
Why I try with certain people
I say bye to every evil
See it through until it's peaceful
Me plus you is never equal
Gotta go
She dont wanna leave I told her vamonos
Mama knows, that I got em falling like some dominos
Time to show
Everybody watching, shawty I'm the goat
Common goal
Hop on every track and spit the lava flow
'Cause regardless I'm still the hardest
Let's start with the facts
Got a target for any artist and start to collapse
For my mother I'm gonna cover and hop in a bag
For the people that call me brother, just stop with the cap

I can't forget about the things you've really done to me
If I'm the one you really want then why you run from me?

[Mack 10]
Microphone check I.O. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets

[Ice cube]
It's the dog breathin' through the smog 
I'm a hog of this gangster s***
Don of the click
All you suckas want to dis the pacific
But you buster n****s never get specific
Used to love her mad cause we f***ed
Her p**** whipped b**** with no common sense
Hip Hop started in the west
Ice Cube bailin' through the east without a vest

[W.C]
Now as I look to my riz-right and to my left
I see motherf***ers staring like they want to step
So I'm grabin' my rusty screw driver
In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's Vagina
Finda notha crew of n****s that can f*** with this
Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool
You must be on dick dope and dynamite
How you figure speed on before you get peed on n****

[Mack 10]
Fool what side is you
Red or the blue
While as the L.A. zoo it's round two
I ignite grab the mic tight strike like a rattle bring
Rhymes and nines to the mutherf***in' battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get to pumpin'
They know a n**** dumpin'
You dred like a rasta when I lock like a terrier
Mack 10 the n**** with the heat that I'll berry ya

[Ice Cube]
Oh ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
N****s into gangs thangs and narcotics
Freak b****es riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo feet
Clear thewhole block both sides of the street
Even crips and bloods hear my thuds
Fee fy foe fum a n**** where you from "West-side"

[W.C.]

Westside Slaughterhouse

Ice Cube

Pass the Mic: The Posse Album

1996

[Mack 10]
Microphone check i.o. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets

[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don of the click
All you suckers want to dis the pacific
But you buster niggas never get specific
Used to love her mad cause we fucked
Her pussy whipped bitch with no common sense
Hip hop started in the west
Ice cube bailing through the east without a vest

[W.C]
Now as I look to my riznight and to my left
I see motherfuckers staring like they wanna step
So I'm grabbing my rusty screw driver
In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's vagina
Find another crew of niggas that can fuck with this
Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool
You must be on dick dope and dynamite
How you figure speed on before you get peed on nigga

[Mack 10]
Fool what side is you
Red or the blue
While as the l.a. zoo it's round two
I ignite grab the mic tight strike like a rattle bring
Rhymes and nines to the motherfucking battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get to pumping
They know a nigga dumping
You dred like a rasta when I lock like a terrier
Mack 10 the nigga with the heat that I'll berry ya

[Ice Cube]
Oh ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo feet
Clear the whole block both sides of the street
Even crips and bloods hear my thuds
Fee fy foe fum a nigga where you from west side

[W.C.]

Don't twist the facts, I'm back in this (Common, Common, Common Sense)
The rhyme
Don't, don't, don't, don't twist (it's hard to describe it)
Don't, don't, don't twist the facts (Common Sense)
All over the country, one can hear (don't twist)
Don't twist the facts, I'm back in this to shut down the game (Common Sense)
The rhyme, the rhyme (Common, Common Sense)
(The, the, the rhyme) Common Sense
Common Sense
Com-com-common Sense (the rhyme, the rhyme)
Com-common Sense (the rhyme, the rhyme)
Com-com-common Sense (the, the, the, the rhyme, the rhyme)
The rhyme, the, the rhyme
(The rhyme, the rhyme, the rhyme) Com-Com-Common Sense
(The, the rhyme, rhyme, rhyme) Common Sense
(The rhyme, rhyme, rhyme, rhyme, the rhyme) Com-Com-Com-Common Sense
(The rhyme, the rhyme, the rhyme) Common Sense
(Rhyme, the, the, the, the, the, the) Com-Com-Common Sense
(The rhyme, the rhyme, rhyme, rhyme) Common Sense
(Rhyme, the rhyme, rhyme, rhyme) Com-Com-Common Sense
(The, the rhyme, the rhyme, rhyme, rhyme) Common Sense
(Rhyme, rhyme, rhyme) Common Sense
Common Sense (the rhyme)

The Remedy

A Tribe Called Quest

Get on the Bus

1996

There's divinity within

Because we come from the divine
A force that's not seen but you feel it every time
When the wind blows, and the world turns
And the rain drops, and the baby cries

And the bird flies, and the ground quake
And the stars gleam
So many things are eident of its existence
What we need to do is link it with persistence

Once we recognize that, we can move ahead
Native tongue, common sense yo he's hip-hop bred

From the spiritual world my former life has developed
First person I lost close to me was stella
Some of my mellows
Lost their mothers and their brothers

For them I feel empathy
But I ain't pouring out no liquor for no niggas
I pour my heart out when I see dot out on the deck
Knowing two weeks ago he slapped-box with death

I hear of niggas dying in the wind-in the news
But when it's somebody you know it hits you
And emotions get bruised
I ain't been in your shoes

I won't judge you for knocking
Because the spirit of the ghetto says "you gotta!"

Army
Mm
Uh-huh
It's CIEJAA

It's CIEJAA
It's CIEJAA
I don't play by my brothers
You do too much talking

You know that we spanking that shit
On the block
We bippin' act crazy
My brothers, they loaded with choppers and shit

Soon as she land, I'm poppin' that bitch
These bitches broke, just fuckin' the shit
She sucking dick
No hands, she nasty

She getting freaky, she pleading the fifth
I'ma keep popping my shit on a whole nother level
They get beside, they self
I never needed no army
I really come through
Niggas know how I carry myself

These niggas, they horny
They fuckin' the help
These bitches be broke
That's common no wealth

I hop in my bag
I love me some money
You bitches be bums
Begging niggas for help

I ain't fighting for no dick if it don't come wit spending racks, I ain't let em hit the coochie but I let em eat my ass

Imma say this one more time it ain't no cap up in my rap

I hop up in my bag when im tryna get that bag
Damn

It's CIEJAA
Ayeee

Huh? What’s
The matter with Common now?
Let me know, what's the matter with Common?"
That's what they be saying
They hear the boy going crazy

The 6th Sense

Common

Like Water for Chocolate

2000

The revolution will not be televised
The revolution is here
Yeah, it's Common Sense, with DJ Premier
We gonna help y'all see clear
It's real hip-hop music, from the soul, y'all
Yeah, check it, yo

The perseverence of a rebel I drop heavier levels
It's unseen or heard, a king with words
Can't knock the hustle, but I've seen street dreams deferred
Dark spots in my mind where the scene occurred
Some say I'm too deep, I'm in too deep to sleep
Through me, Muhammed will forever speak
Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes
Where a man is determined by how much a man make
Cop Cognacs and spit old raps with young cats
With cigarettes in their ear, niggerish they appear
Under the Fubu is a guru, that's untapped
Want to be in the rap race but ain't ran one lap
Ran so far from the streets that you can't come back
You tripping with nowhere to unpack, forgot that

[Chorus]
"This is rap for real, something you feel"
"And you know, yes you know"
"Rap for the black people"
"Heeeeyyyy, heeeeeyyyy"

In front of two-inch glass and Arabs I order fries
Inspiration when I write, I see my daughter's eyes
I'm the truth, across the table from corporate lies
Immortilized by the realness I bring to it
If revolution had a movie I'd be theme music
My music, you either fight, fuck, or dream to it
My life is one big rhyme, I try to scheme through it
Through my shell, never knew what the divine would bring to it
I'd be lying if I said I didn't want millions
More than money saved, I wanna save children
Dealing with alcoholism and afrocentricity
A complex man drawn off of simplicity
Reality is frisking me
This industry will make you lose intensity
The Common Sense in me remembers the basement
I'm Morpheus in this hip-hop Matrix, exposing fake shit

[Chorus]

Somedays I take the L to gel with the real world
Got on at 87th, stopped by this little girl
She recited raps, I forgot where they was from
In 'em, she was saying how she made brothers cum
I start thinking, how many souls hip-hop has affected
How many dead folks this art resurrected
How many nations this culture connected
Who am I to judge one's perspective?

I'm not dodging nothing, I stay charged up
If it's smoke with me then go get your whole block
We spending blocks after blocks for the old shoots
Past overtime I don't think the clock will ever stop
I'm seeing a lot of falling stars(Heyy)
How could you leave your son P.B
Promoting violence, we rich all are life
Wrong timing wrong place wrong night
We on to finger things designer jeans(Get icy)
My diamond ring match my diamond chain(It's blinding)
Fast car V8 scratch off when I'm driving
Used to be in my feelings but that was poison Ivy
Well I cut all my dealings, so I cut off my side piece
I said I was unleashing the beast, but I was crying
Was calm but I'm Alecia-ing the keys ain't nun in common
Every time I hop on the track bitch I'm go run it
Stay up on the porch don't let 'em push you in the streets
Just from being on the sidewalk, you get hit crossed the street
Lucky me
It's G manno nomo lil Steve (Luxury)
Came along way from coogie to Amiri (Burberry)
You wanna go get flee but don't get justice for family
I don't want no hugs that ewol name it cost a fee
When I get own I'm not go do the feature for the free
Valentino Cologne that's the reason she feel on me
Just bring Brodie back home don't look down on me look at me
I'm seeing a falling star I made a wish but we just got to see
Manny Luther King I had a dream I know that I'm go see
A big rap star he on billboards his name G Manny
I'm not dodging nothing, I stay charged up
If it's smoke with me then go get your whole block
We spending blocks after blocks for the old shoots
Past overtime I don't think the clock will ever stop
I'm seeing a lot of falling stars(Heyy)
How could you leave your son P.b
Promoting violence, we rich all are life
Wrong timing wrong place wrong night
We on to finger things designer jeans(Get icy)
My diamond ring match my diamond chain(It's blinding)
Fast car V8 scratch off when I'm driving
Used to be in my feelings but that was poison Ivy
Well I cut all my dealings, so I cut off my side piece
I said I was unleashing the beast, but I was crying
Was calm but I'm Alecia-ing the keys ain't nun in common
Every time I hop on the track bitch I'm go run it

They want you to believe
The unbelievable
They say you should accept
The unacceptable
Forget your common sense
It isn't sensible
Good times for fools and dreamers

Watch 'em all deny
The undeniable
See how they refute
The unrefutable
They're ready to defend
The indefensible
High times for lawyer schemers

They say we must forgive
The forgivable
They want us to respect
The unrespectable
The pious and the hip
So hypocritical
High crimes and misdemeanors

Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop

See how they explain
The inexplicable
Watch 'em debate
The undebatable
Apparently a lie
Is never liable
Prime time for talk show screamers

They say we constitute
The Constitutional
With justice here for all
So justifiable
I'm tryin' not to laugh
But man it's laughable
High crimes and misdemeanors

Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop

And so
Today we find
They've changed their minds
They've switched their points of view

Oh what tangled webs they weave
When their beliefs ain't really
What they believe

They're trying to divide
The indivisible
Because they think we're fools
So foolable
I'm tryin' not to laugh
But man it's laughable
Boom times for Wall Street dreamers
They want you to believe
The unbelievable
They say we should accept
The unacceptable
The pious and the hip
So hypocritical
High crimes and misdemeanors

High crimes and misdemeanors
High crimes and misdemeanors

Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
Hip

I'm just a bachelor
Looking for a partner (Looking for a partner)
Someone who knows how to ride
Without even fall in love
It’s gotta be compatible
Take me to my limit's (Take me to my limit's)
Girl when I break you off
I promise you, you won't wanna get off
(Get off, get off)

If you're horny, let’s do it
Ride it, my pony
My shadows, waiting, so common jump on it
If you're horny, let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My shadows, waiting, so common jump on it

Jump on it (Jump)
Show me you love me and suck on it
(Suck on it)
I can sit back, now I'm up on 'em (yeah)
Hop on it hard ain't no hope on it
My pony just so happen to be a Ferrari
Double R truck, hurt their feelings
Ooh I'm sorry
She want Birkin bag, she through with Chanel
She get whatever and white on her nails
Stay on my ass, and I be on her tail
You can get my love anywhere
Tellin' you now, I don’t care
Everything gonna be alright
Come and ride on my- my yeah, on my-

If you’re horny, let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My shadows, waiting, so common jump on it
If you’re horny, let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My shadows, waiting, so common jump on it

We're gonna get nasty baby
Until we reach the string
You can join my jockey team

If you're horny, let’s do it
Ride it, my pony
My shadows, waiting, so common jump on it
If you're horny, let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My shadows, waiting, so common jump on it
If you're horny, let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My shadows, waiting, so common jump on it
If you're horny, let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My shadows, waiting, so common jump on it

Corner Store

Macklemore

Gemini

2017

Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin' through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store

Okay, 2 AM, I'm posted (I'm posted)
All in my Jansport
Moving to Utah, run with
Might treat your block like a dance floor
Finesse the rent out the landlord
Mama said, "Pull your pants up"
Bending corners, and scraper are loyal to tell my bands up
I'm pushing, moving work, proving
There's commas on the way
Put the pussy on pedestal, blow the medical to the face
It's sad that they know my face
Rollin heaven in my new Wraith
Declining the call from labels
Still grubbin' on struggle tastes
They all wanna know what's next, I don't even know myself
Nah, I don't wanna hear your bullshit, I don't really need your help
I'm posted and smoking just like my uncles before me
I politic with the stagnant, forget my day by the morning, it go

Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin' through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store

I grew up on Old English, that's that malt liquor (aha)
Never smoked a Backwood, it was all Swishers (uh-uh)
Before I pulled a fake ID out on a bartender
I was on bag of Cuban Z's, walking off kilter
We ain't have no common sense
Through that dirt and hop that fence (aha)
Roasting, talking shit, we mobbing, I just got my mama's whip (Hell yeah)
We blow dank out that window
Right with your tape up, it's garbage
I used to roll up a spliff, and I mixed the weed with the Parliament, ayy (oh shit)
Couldn't tell you 'bout our future (Yeah)
We was on the corner, posted (yeah)
Wasn't thinking 'bout tomorrow (uh-uh)
On the rooftop smoking (smokin')
Swisher guts in the Funyun bag (yes)
I was just doing my thing (my thing)
Hit the hot food aisle (uhuh)
Got the gizzards instead of the wings (Gizzards)
But it's all love, run my route, play the course
Sweatpants, shorts, wife beater, posted on the porch
Reminiscing, 2:11, and we smokin' on some Ports
And getting hella faded
Gotta re-up so you know we 'bout to hit the

Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin' through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store

Taking my time, working it out
Counting the coin, breaking my back (yeah)
All in my loins, all on my nerves
Can't get a break, but that's my snack
Call me Almond Joy, mama's boy
Can't afford none of what you ordered
Shit, I'm hardly on, not quite broke
Off the wall but on the boarder
Pushing pen to the paper for peso
They wanna leggo
Close construction, no room for the huevos (yeah yeah)
You gotta love it
That's Benny, he like Montego, he save you like the gecko
He not gon' pay the debt 'til you ice, get OG Maco
Boy so wonderful
Them cheap thrills, they come and they go, yeah
Talking 'bout we saved you a seat, boy, boy
They don't want no one to know long as you comfortable, yeah

Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin' through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store

Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin' 'round the city and we hide behind the tints
Out the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip

Corner store, that's all (Gemini)
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
The courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference

I'm the coolest nigga you know
Migrated from the North Pole when I was fo'
Infatuated with cartoons and GI joes
'Till something more greater took
A toll: life
Not really, more like white Air Nikes
Evidently, I had a fondness
For material things
Ten years old trynna get a 10-K ring
I forgot it was for me when the phone ringed
Elementary girls callin' the house
Desiree and Cheryl mama end hustled
What we talkin' about
I'm talkin' about the good old
Days when we walked without
Knowing that could be our
Last time walking out
Now we can't walk witout protection
Bein' on the defensive, life ills
This life will put you in a crazy world
Just by knowing crime will never cure
So I'm strapped like Girbaud jeans
I'd rather see the pen like I was bowling
Rather than death, walkin' on heavy steps
It's a great place
But I ain't ready for Heaven yet
So I told God put me at the back of the line
Matter fact yesterday
Swear to God I ain't lyin'
Movin' at a turtle pace
Cause the fast lane got a day one
Uncle with one in the brain
Got one in the chamber sixteen in the clip
My eyes fluttered with anger
Hip-hop trynna save my life
Give credit whenever it's due
The money touchin' the roof
Breakin' the ceiling
With that being I'm breakin' the loot
With my loved ones, life way too short, son

Shoul is, gotta wake up
Like a bakery, I'm trynna get the cake up
Never know when the day come
So we live carefree party like it's 1999
Cherry cherry breath that I breath
Materialistic things
It won't mean shit when you leave
I ain't lyin'
A nigga miss the good old days
Sippin Kool-Aid, Mama let the OJs play
Nowadays, it seems like the end is near
Cause babies killin' babies like Brenda did
Use ya head, mess around lose ya wig
Age fifteen, shit, a nigga witnessed it
Walking home from school, just me and my team
Shots fired, I guess it wasn't meant for me
So I thank the man in the skies above
For his blessings until a nigga rise above
I'm fly as a dog, more dope than a drug
On the microphone
Lemme kick the verse for y'all
Hip-hop'll never die as long as we alive
Top Dawg E-N T, haters don't even try
You don't wanna pay the price
Of a lyrical ass-whoopin'
We'll let it fly
Watch your career go up in flames, let it fry
Watch it die, no get back, just sit back
Enjoy the ride
Live like it's no tomorrow, enjoy life

I'm still reflectin' on the death of
Mission of the better
Only one that's necessary for Sarah
See, ya'll can say whatever
But still it come together
I used to rip it down and
Let you sew it back together
Hip-hop forever, fuck 'em and whoever fed up
And I wish a hex on whoever met 'em
I'm obsessed with objection
And I'd probably blame Common
For my resurrection i used to love her too
So when I'm in the booth
We do what lovers do but I ain't stingy
Let my niggas get a piece of her too
Another piece and I'm through
Probably trynna peace up with you
Niggas got some believin' to do
It starts now