Common Lyrics
Common Lyrics
"Hungry Lyrics"
The Crow On The Cradle Lyrics
The sheep's in the meadow The cow's in the corn Now is the time for a child to be born You'll laugh at the moon and you'll cry for the sun And if it's a boy he'll carry a gun Sang the crow on the cradle And if it should be that this baby's a girl Never you mind if her hair doesn
The sheep's in the meadow The cow's in the corn Now is the time for a child to be born You'll laugh at the moon and you'll cry for the sun And if it's a boy he'll carry a gun Sang the crow on the cradle And if it should be that this baby's a girl Never you mind if her hair doesn
[Common]
Yo, niggaz don't want none of this
Niggaz know they can't fuck with this
Turn this shit up just a little more
I walk the night in rhymin armor, bomb a nigga like a winter coat
Have him on Death Row searchin for an Interscope
Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara
Symbolize dope, like sirens do terror
Mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated
Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it
Players is gettin traded
I drop a gem off, them who's style is jaded
My juice is grated
Shit is so bangin niggaz say it's gang related
On philosopher's rink of thought,
Massacre Lyrics
[Lynott/Gorham/Downey, recorded by Thin Lizzy in the album Johnny The Fox] At a point below zero There's no place left to go Six hundred unknown heroes Were killed like sleeping buffalo Through the devil's canyon Across the battlefield Death has no companion The spiri
I've skated with precision[Lynott/Gorham/Downey, recorded by Thin Lizzy in the album Johnny The Fox] At a point below zero There's no place left to go Six hundred unknown heroes Were killed like sleeping buffalo Through the devil's canyon Across the battlefield Death has no companion The spiri
Crews is gettin split like decisions
Com will let it ride in collision
Vision like Coleco or tele, I battle stars in stellar...
Regions, my thought scheme was my like my offspring
Now, it's teethin
My reason of rhyme applies to season and time
Season of mind, body and regions divine
In mom's cookouts, I'm leavin the swine
Verbal vegeterian, squashed beef with Ice Cube
Came in this rap life nude
Now I'm fully clothed with flows
You tricks can't hide behind expensive cars and clothes
Old niggaz I expose like Luke does hoes in videos
With classic
Crueler Lyrics
It's so mean It's crueler than your dreams And it's worse than it seems Add it up Stick it in your cup You're sure to get enough It runneth over now You can't complain no more Your bones are cracking now You'd better knuckle down Life's so cheap It's cheaper
material, imperial and rugged likeIt's so mean It's crueler than your dreams And it's worse than it seems Add it up Stick it in your cup You're sure to get enough It runneth over now You can't complain no more Your bones are cracking now You'd better knuckle down Life's so cheap It's cheaper
Got mag, but my slugs a mic
You fake like a smile, like a hug, I'm tight
Skip ladies, this is rip a muthafucka night
Oracle arouse, niggaz don't even run for cover right
Downtown interracial lovers hold hands
I breathe heavy like an old man, with a cold can of Old Style
Hold a Stone Isle profile
Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when I go wild
Hold mics like a second nut until the second comin
Hummin comin towards you with power like forwards do
Hip hop, you my bitch and like a Ford, I'm Explorin you
So, wack niggaz be cool, with them, I stay cordi
Die High Lyrics
Going down slow, how low can you get Before you break yourself and wake up in a sweat On the killing floor with the damage done You can pity yourself but your race is run You can climb the walls without reaching the top And the higher you feel the further you drop But you just want to ge
alGoing down slow, how low can you get Before you break yourself and wake up in a sweat On the killing floor with the damage done You can pity yourself but your race is run You can climb the walls without reaching the top And the higher you feel the further you drop But you just want to ge
Flowin room temperature, cats is presumed miniature
Like golf. Soft like Tiger Woods
And real nigga angles I've stood with ways that's geometric
Don't need to rob banks with dike broads to Set it
I levitate to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist
Rhyme wise, you a rest haven
You sat by the door spooked like I was Wes Craven
You need to do more deletin and less savin
A praise in hell, raisin heaven
Like the bill on my pager leavens
What you should have known from day one
You will on day seven
"Hungry hip hop junkie in the city" (*scratched 3X*)