(1994)artist: common sensealbum: resurrectionsong: resurrection[verse one]i stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-inthat be scatterinover the globe will my vocals be travellinunravellin my abdomen it's lon that's babblingrammatics that are masculinei grab them in, verbally badgerin broadsi wish that madelline, was back on video lpi went against all odds and got a even stevenproceed to read and not believin everything i'm readinbut my brain was bleedin, needin feedin, and exercisei didn't seek the best of buys, it's a lie to textualizei analyze where i rest my eyesand chastise the best of guys with punchlinesi'm nestle when it's crunch-timefor your mind like one timeif poetry was pussy i'd be sunshinecause i deliver like the sun-timesconfined in once-mines on dumb rhymes i combinei'm hype like i'm unsigned, my diet i unswineeatin beef sometimes i try to cut back on that shitthis rap shit is truly outta controlmy style is too developed to be arrestedit's the freestyle, so now it's out on parolethey tried to hold my soul in a holding cell so i would selli bonded with a break and had enough to make baila misdemeanor fell on his knee for the juryi asked no for his id and the judge thought there was two of memotion for a recess to retest my fingerprintsthey relinquished since, cause i was guilty in a sense[verse two]i ride the rhythm like a schwinn bike when in dim lighti use insight to enlight devices hit the skin tightwords of wisdom wail from my windpipeimaginations in flighti send light, like ben's kite i've been brightget open like on gym nightsand in fights i send rightsdon't hook with skins my friends likei spend nights up in dykesin spite i've been indicted as a freak of all tradesi got it madei bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drumscome from a tribe of bumshooked on negro and mumshad to halt with the, malt liquorcause off the malt liquor i fought niggaznow my speech and thought's quickercruisin southside streets with no heat and no stickeru ak got my back and we don't get no thickeru ak got my back and we don't get no thickeru ak got my back and we don't now check iti'm a homeboy not a home nigga, ain't scared of no nigga but it's my turn to go i gotta goand i'm gone with the storm