Resurrection

[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 travelin', unravelin' my abdomen It's slime that's babblin' grammatics that are masculine I grab the men, verbally badgering broads I wish that Madelyne 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 un-swine Eating 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 Mr. Meaner 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 Sense, 'cause I was guilty in a sense [Scratched Hook] "Resurrection" [Verse 2] 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, imagination's 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 (Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo) I got it made I bathe in bass lines, 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 niggas Now my speech and thoughts quicker Cruise the Southside streets with no heat and no sticker UAC got my back and we don't get no thicker UAC got my back and we don't get no thicker UAC got my back and we don't, now check it I'm a ho but not a ho nigga, ain't scared of no nigga When it's my turn to go, I gotta go And I'm gone with the storm [Scratched Hook] "Resurrection" [Produced by: No I.D.]