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Common - A Film Called - lyrics

f/ Bilal, MC Lyte
[Common talking]
Yea,Yea,Yea
You know, they call me a pimp, and you know what that mean
I'm a Person that's Making Profit. See I pimp internationally
I'm nationally recognized, locally accepted
I pimp with the truth, that's the only method
[Common]
Seen her on Madison where Vice Lords be Travelin
And Chevy windows be rattlin
and badder than any other broads that I've seen in these parts
Her body language spoke like a smart remark, eyebrows arched
Thick lips, blond wig, nice tits, ass the size that I dig
Asked her the name, one way to approach her
See she had game, she needed me to coach her
Expose her to some paper, freedom and culture
The way a righteous pimp is supposed to
[MC Lyte]
As he came closer in his eyes I seen fortune
I ain't having it like abortion
Walking with this stick holding his tip
Looked like a Black Panther that was trying to pimp
It was cold as shit, I'm waitin on my ride
Act like I didn't see him I tried
[Common]
Motion denied (pause)
I felt the vibe like Roy Ayers
She was used to seeing pimps in furs and gators
Told her I'm an innovator, a gentlemen of leisure
That's in tuned with nature, hold Common's hand
I'm a take you to a pimps promise land
Where no man can break ya, break ya, break ya
Chorus: Bilal (singing)
Pimps, ho's, hustlers, plans, dealers,
customers, and bodies stuck in it, Oh my god
Pimps, ho's, hustlers, plans, dealers,
customers, and bodies stuck in it, Oh my god
[Common]
{hey girl, come on over here, check it out)
Make your next move your best move, choose me
[MC Lyte]
How I look working for a nigga in a cuffe'
If I was on a track you couldn't produce me
With them shits on your wrist looking goofy
[Common]
(yea ok)
I pimp without a pause, for the cause, I'm a rebel
You been on the streets I'm trying to take you to another level
You used to the same game, cats saying the same thang
Nigga you gone ho underground or ho mainstream
[MC Lyte]
Nigga you must not know of me
I'm the mack here
Ought to have you ho for me (Common: get real now)
Pimp yo punk ass
Have you write me poetry
I'm from a land called cash
You too slow for me
[Common]
You know why?
I'm thinking bigger than Bagets
Birds in slick cars
Or have you on the corner trickin in strip bars
If you become mine the world would be ours
Respect the game, and universal laws
[MC Lyte]
What, I oughta pimp slap your ass and make you fall against the wall
(Common: try it)
Why you in the game if you ain't even trying to ball
I know pimpin ain't easy but damn you barely surviving
We can't ride together cause you ain't driving
(Common: oh it's like that)
Chorus
[Common]
(this, this, this really how I look at it check it)
You and I together is like Ashford and Simpson
Picture us elbow to elbow at the hustler's convention
[MC Lyte]
Think I'm gone risk my ass then give you the cash (Common: yep)
That shit is the past
I got my own stable (Common: where at)
I oughta pierce your navel and put you on the track
Matter of fact I been looking for a ho that's abstract
[Common]
Girl you getting beside yourself
I'm trying to guide you
Help you see inside yourself
I pimp with vision, I'm a help you see the light
Have you covering your body and have you eating right
[MC Lyte]
(is that right)
I'm pimp ho's, pimp pens, (Common: Say what)
Pimp rhythms, pimp flows,
Pimp men (Common: and pimp what)
Pimp systems
Got stores called big pimpin (Common: Where)
Down South
In Texas I ran the best ho house
[Common]
(So)
I pimp from Brazil to um, Tokyo
Have Japanese broads sayin 'choushi wa dou' (MC Lyte: Yea right)
Bring'em back to the states to turn dates from Europe
Made the dirtiest of hoes seem purer
[MC Lyte]
(HA ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
(Common: Why you laughin)
I'm laughin cause you funny
I'm make ***** niggaz like you have my money
I get six hundred off yo skinny ass weekly
You'll get all the right tolls in that dashiki
[Common]
Yo, what ever happened to loyalty
Don't you want to become royalty
On the streets selling ass and oils for me
But you on this ho-asis and really I can't reach you
*****you then I'm about to be a preacher
[Common talking and Bilal Singing Background]
Well there you have it ya'll
The story of pimps and hoes ya'll know how it goes
It's been the oldest profession
The whole thing is like a lesson
Ain't no second guessin
Pimps ya'll, hustlers
All that good shit
Yea, yea 2000 and forever
It'll be here
Uh, uh aiight cool

Common - Aquarius - lyrics

[Common]
Yeah!
Yeah!
[Common]
Nigga deep in the rhythm, experience speak
Some keepin' the wisdom, the life hustlers seek
I seeking it with em, i'm dope the streets need me to hit em
With some of that (revolutionary rap)
Revolutionary blunted rap
My peoples want hits, I hit it from the back
Under the cherry moon, I hold notes and carry tunes
My guise pack heat enough to bury June, on my feet
Im getting married soon, walking in the clouds like Mary Bethune
Fumes of a real nigga seep into your room
Or through fifthteens of the your jeep that you boom
Son so many cats, they call me high noon
Offerings to Osun hoping war is over soon
Guard your grill like George Foreman
Time to build, as far as building im the doorman, opening doors
My blood I expose on the floors, tell them the game aint only the score
Hold on to your life as I carry these styles
To have you tapping your head like Darius Miles
You aint supposed to rhyme, better off with a clothing line
In this business of pimps, many hoes get signed
Opposed to shine so me holding the blinds
Mixing golden seal and wine, holding a nine
In the age of aquaruis...
[Chorus]
[Singing]
The water that arrives (ba-ba ba ba)
To purify the world (du-ba ba ba)
Flying through the night (du ba-ba ba ba)
So watch out here he comes (du-du ba ba ba)
Aquarius! [echoes]
[Common]
Between churches and liquor stores, my mic leaks
With raps, all over your head like Tweet
Playing with yourself, thinking the game is just wealth
Hot for a minute, watch your name just melt
Same spot where it's joyous, where the pain is felt
As you build and destroy yo remain yourself
They say im slept on, now im bucking in dreams
And rhyme with the mind of a hustler scheme
Or the struggle of feinds, I flow over water thats as troubled as teens
For the love of the team, trying to double the dream
Be greatful like the chruch psalm my grandmother sings
Im rubbing my rings across the domes of clones
Punchlines like Roy Jones with poems
While you and your dogs foam at the mouth
Thinking rap is the only way out
The black human genius will never play out
I take you way out, where you never been before
Been it since birth, sent to replish the Eatrh
That truck that you roll is like a miniature hearse
I deaded your shit before you finished a verse
From niggas to gods from *****es to earths
From Nat to Truck Turner that lives in my verse
Realness is an act that you cannot rehearse
Holla back, but listen first
We in the age of aquarius...
[Chorus x2]
Aquarius! [x2]

Common - 1, 2 Many - lyrics

[featuring dug infinite]
One wa-wa one, one two, one two
One wa-wa one, one two, one two
One tigga one, one two, one two
(dug infinite)
Dug inf on production, my man com for the discussion
Check it
(common)
One day, I was tryin to be myself
The same day this thug say, you gotta come hard
Nigga, times is hard, Im tryin hard to make it
It aint hard to tell, its hard for me to fake it
Plus, its hard to be me, its hard to stop drinkin
I guess its hard for hard niggaz to start thinkin
***** mcs stinkin so I cant get hard
Some, become mcs cause its hard to get a job
Hard for you to trust people, you dont trust in god
Even harder to be the gods we created to be
This western way of life aint native to me
Put one nigga in your pulp fiction that related to me
I hated to be, the only race that call our women hoes
Niggaz, be too hard to say ho at the shows
I rose... like a florist to bring the flavor like a taurus
Might not have the murderous verse, but I stay hard to the chorus
Took this girl to work, she saying, have a real job
Like that dick you had last night, baby, I work real hard
Simple mother*****ers tellin me hard is criminal
Niggaz you thought was hard, you pourin out your liquor for
Years ago, I thought I was hard, in high school fightin
Now, Im the hardest man working in show business
Handle your business or shut the ***** up
(dug infinite) its just one two many niggaz got cars and no land
(common) one two many niggaz with cash and no plan
(dug infinite) one two many niggaz thats tryin to mc
(common) thats one two many niggaz comin up to me
(both) thats one two many niggaz
Just one two many niggaz (2x)
(both) thats one two many niggaz
Just one two many niggaz
(chuck d) one, two
Forever, I aint gon be rappin
Shitll happen to me, I gotta let niggaz know
This mark asked me do I know his cousin jimbo
Nigga, I dont even know myself
You want me to get you in
Jack, Im trying to get through the do myself
Opportunity knocked, but he aint call fore he came
Yeah, I got a name, but only twenty dollars to it
Next album you gon blow, but my ass, you done blew it before
Being in my video, whats that gonna do for your life?
Get you some *****? you should be gettin rump off gp
Quit that you look like you say I seen you on tv
I be readin niggaz but readin be makin me sleepy (hey!)
So strong am i, a hundred styles and runnin
Niggaz stuck on one and them-a ran by
Claimin they fly but they stand-by
I come truer than a dream, and youse a damn lie
With that anti-rap, complainin about this and about that
Sounding ***** like, that aint gonna make a nigga get right
Im number one
(dug infinite) one two many niggaz tryin to tell me bout they theory
(common) one two many niggaz that aint tryin to hear me
(dug infinite) one two many niggaz doin shows that dont happen
(common) one two many niggaz life depend on rappin
(both) thats one two many niggaz
Just one two many niggaz (2x)
(both) thats one two many niggaz
Just one two many niggaz
(chuck d) one, two
(dug infinite) one two many niggaz cant find they niche
(common) one two many niggaz wanna be my ***** *echoed*
Nigga, one two many niggaz (repeat to fade)

Common - 1-9-9-9 - lyrics

Still gettin mine, in the ""ONE"" ""NINE"" ""NINE"" ""NINE""
*sample cut and played in background*
[Talib Kweli]
Yo, just relax, take it easy slow down
I had this, I had this friend of mine
Who just, you know, he was movin too fast, yaknawimsayin?
I told him to slow down, he said the sun don't chill
I said, I said still, I said still, you gotta
Just appreciate life, sit back, don't let it fly right past you
No matter what go on I'm still gettin mine
No matter the year, no matter the place, no matter the time
[Common]
Check it, it's like I'm fightin for freedom, writin for freedom
These record company niggas I don't like when I see em
My ancestors, when I'm writin I see em, and talk wit em
Hopin in the promise land I can walk wit em
Shitted on, so many rappers it's like I'm in the stall wit em
Molest concepts, start rhythm, paid dues, bought wisdom
As legends fall my godmother answer heaven's call
Preachers' daughters get *****ed in the reverand's hall
MC's reckless ?I ball? why y'all wanna go and do that?
Must've thought I was solo, the name just ain't the U-Ac
No mo', still together
Like in the ghetto photo wit one nigga in the chair
Holdin liquor in despair, gang signs in the air
I shine in spaces where time is just a glare
Hold the mic like a memory
Niggas say I'm nice wit metaphors but these are similes
Street ministry, my poetry's a penitentiary, track is visitation
Sentences is life, I'm like chief up in this demonstration
Still...
""Still gettin mine, in the"" ""ONE"" ""NINE"" ""NINE"" ""NINE""
*sample cut and played in background 4X*
[Sadat X]*in background during sample*
Check it out, everyday ha yeah
This how we gon' do it for y'all
Common Sense, Sadat X puttin something in your ear
Something for you to grab
For the whole world, yaknowimsayin, but it ain't free
It's a fee, check it out
You squirm wit this coughin, whippin cough
Six days of madness and you might throw me off
On this great ball of stress that they call the earth
I'ma show y'all in rhyme just how much shit I been through
And all the place I went to, always played the low
It's like a competition, this mission here I'm tellin you
Slip up and rhyme-ass niggas here is fellin you
Crash courses, slow down you can't learn that quick
Cuz I'm the dead eye, wit the red eye, from Chi to L-I
I thought y'all knew, every year I grew, I'm still growin
And in a year or two I hope my girl'll be showin
A male seed, praise God I name him Moses
I lead people I want him to, that's why I chose this
Now is the glass half-full or half-empty
Common, why they tempt me?
The king of the simply, bore in mic
I always stay on top cuz I give niggas what they like
I know y'all hate that why I feel I owe y'all everyday
If y'all hear it a thousand times, it's gon' be the same way
The 'Dat-Father, go farther, why bother
Now I'm a peaceful man, I don't want no stress
You know I'm still...
""Still gettin mine, in the"" ""ONE"" ""NINE"" ""NINE"" ""NINE""
*sample cut and played in background 3X*
[Common]
Yo yo, some get Range Rovers, some religion change-over
Angel on my main shoulder tellin me remain sober
Token nigga, game's over ain't no payola in freestyle
In battles, I'm warring/Warren like a G-Child
Searchin for the child in me, this style in me
This release is like the piece that's now in me
They tried to 'sassinate me god, like Martin on the bal-cony
Lyrically I put a hit on em, cuz I'm the style-Nitty
Catch a flick at the Liquid Kitty
Tryin to get a chick to kick it wit me till the tilt
Told her my Chamber's like Wilt
Built wit her for a sec, let her know I had respect
Less than a hour she was givin me neck, yo I'm still gettin mine...
""Still gettin mine, in the"" ""ONE"" ""NINE"" ""NINE"" ""NINE""
*sample cut and played in background 4X*

Common - A Penny For My Thoughts - lyrics

Friends.. romans countrymen.. lend me a dollar! ahh-ha! -> damon wayans
How much? -- a dollar.
One dollar.. -> dan akroyd
I got your money.. I got your poor, measly.. -> eddie murphy
One dollar.. -> dan akroyd
Can I borrow a dollar? -> bizmarkie
Nigga you aint shit.. you wasnt shit when you was here!
I seen you do that shit all thats the same shit
You was doin round the poolroom nigga
It aint nuthin -- let me have a dollar
Can I have a dolla? one dolla
One dollar.. -> dan akroyd
How much? -- a dollar.
One dollar.. -> dan akroyd
One beer? man you gotta give me a dollar for a beer
[twilite tone]
Check this out
One time, steps a man
Common sense and the unamerican caravan
The true b-boys, dem dere and we in here
Yeah, ya know, from the southside of chicago
And we dont front
Who me? I am twilite tone
Babylon dread, bumstead, and we come like dis
[common]
This the start of somethin big
Methink I knows ya gonna dig it
Its time to plant the seed
Hip-hops the tree and ima fig it
Figure it out, the mic, Im rippin it like a ligament
Gimme a light a bud light, and shitll get lit just like a cigarette
Im a b-boy so dont test me, many rappers dont impress me
You try steppin into my city ill, snipe em like wesley
So you best be on your way, Im doper than marion berry, hey
Wake up everyday and make-up rhymes but Im not mary kay
Some say Im dope as *****, some label my rhymes incest
My flex is kinda mean yo, so hey kid, catch
These nuggets, these nuggets, these nugget ugget uggets
With some peas and a hole in the bucket (cool, cool)
Dear liza, minelli, I jam like jelly and I got
Helly what, helly what, helly rhymes
I can remember times when for a 40 I had to beg for bucks
Nobody really gave a, so I had to beg for *****s
Now what do niggaz do when they got not food
Skibbidy skap and busta bust a rap
So I pick up the pen and then begin the thoughts to get to pumpin
Hopin like all the people let me talk, let me say somethin
Cause nothin for nothin leaves nothin, I got nuthin to lose
I put, nuttin in my notes, Im not your host when I got nuttin to use
Dues gettin credited, now I debit my bank account
Not on a blind date, could I see me taken out
By some glutteus, glutteus, maximus, maximus
Im spas-ta-gis-a-mister-gis a mister-gis-ta-spas-ta-gis
Spectacular, the papes I count like dracula
You cant cut the rug, because you suck, mc vacumn up
Rappers I skip on like walter payton
Their aint no way or half-step, and flex a rhyme like a bicep
Some steps with concepts, but umm, who cares
Not even the damn people under the stairs
[twilite tone]
Interruption, interruption
True b-boys runnin shit
Unamerican caravan, beatin you down
Den deres de man who dont stop
Yo com, come back with some sense, uhh
[common]
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, here I come, here I come (what? )
A-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, here I come, here I come (yeah!)
Im comin around the mountain high as lower than a valley
Im the cat, from the alley, from the back, ima rally
And tally up points, rollin joints, risin to the tops
Somewhat of a playwright, cause like a stage I got props
My crews a strange brew, a drink a dayll keep the stink away
We been through aa, but hey, what can I say?
Say say say, what you want, but youll pay the con-se-quences
Cause mister common sense is (yeah)
Not gonna take it, so leave you better believe it
Even if your name aint ripley, cause ripley dont know diddley
Hit me one time, two times, for the u-ayyy-c
Heyyyyyy, but anyway
I hit a skid, and I peel out like mc eiht, damn I kill it
Earn my money the old fashioned way - I steal it
Stop thief in the temple, I hit em with a blow
Somebody done stole my beeper but ima steal the show
Im throwin a heidi hoe into a bro and tellin her
Go for what you know bruh, the people before me go under
Yo we gotta gotta get we gotta get we gotta get
Gotta get, gotta gotta gotta get get over
Somewhere over the rainbow, Im still the same old same old
Ringin around the collar, borrowin a dollar, check my balls
Dirty drawers, see the kitty suckin titties
Video watchin lush from the city
Im the extra-terrestrial rappers go home cause they have to
Them marks be callin ork, come in ork, nanu nanu
The perfect stranger, comin in to a, ***** a new land
Cause jeffrey where osborne, and see Im only human
Doin anything to make a buck, what the ***** I gotta
Do what I gotta go (*echoes*)

Common - A Song For Assata - lyrics

F/ cee-lo
(common)
In the spirit of god.
In the spirit of the ancestors.
In the spirit of the black panthers.
In the spirit of assata shakur.
We make this movement towards freedom
For all those who have been oppressed, and all those in the struggle.
Yeah. yo, check it-
There were lights and sirens, gunshots firin
Cover your eyes as I describe a scene so violent
Seemed like a bad dream, she laid in a blood puddle
Blood bubbled in her chest, cold air brushed against open flesh
No room to rest, pain consumed each breath
Shot twice wit her hands up
Police questioned but shot before she answered
One panther lost his life, the other ran for his
Scandalous the police were as they kicked and beat her
Comprehension she was beyond, tryna hold on
To life. she thought shed live with no arm
Thats what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by the light
Handcuffed tight to the bed, through her skin it bit
Put guns to her head, every word she got hit
who shot the trooper? they asked her
Put mace in her eyes, threatened to blast her
Her mind raced till things got still
Opened her eyes, realized shes next to her best friend who got killed
She got chills, they told her: thats where she would be next
Hurt mixed wit anger-survival was a reflex
They lied and denied visits from her lawyer
But she was buildin as they tried to destroy her
If it wasnt for this german nurse they woulda served her worse
I read this sisters story, knew that it deserved a verse
I wonder what would happen if that woulda been me?
All this shit so we could be free, so dig it, yall.
(cee-lo vocals)
Im thinkin of assata, yes.
Listen to my love, assata, yes.
Your power and pride is beautiful.
May God bless your soul.
(common)
It seemed like the middle of the night when the law awakened her
Walkie-talkies cracklin, I see em when they takin her
Though she kinda knew,
What made the ride peaceful was the trees and the sky was blue
Arrived to middlesex prison about six inna morning
Uneasy as they pushed her to the second floor in
A cell, one cot, no window, facing hell.
Put in the basement of a prison wit all males
And the smell of misery, seatless toilets and centipedes
Shed exercise, (paint? ,) and begin to read
Two years inna hole. her soul grew weak
Away from people so long she forgot how to speak
She discovered frredom is a unspoken sound
And a wall is a wall and can be broken down
Found peace in the panthers she went on trial with
One of the brothers she had a child with
The foulness they would feed her, hopin shes lose her seed
Held tight, knowing the fight would live through this seed
In need of a doctor, from her stomach shes bleed
Out of this situation a girl was conceived
Separated from her, left to mother the revolution
And lactated to attack hate
Cause federal and state was built for a black fate
Her emptiness was filled with beatings and court dates
They fabricated cases, hoping one would stick
And said she robbed places that didnt exist
In the midst of threats on her life and being caged with aryan whites
Through dark halls of hate she carried the light
I wonder what would happen if that woulda been me?
All of this shit so we could be free.
Yeah, I often wonder what would happen if that woulda been me?
All of this shit so we could be free, so dig it, people-
(cee-lo)
Im thinkin of assata, yeah.
Listen to my love, assata, yeah.
Your power and pride, so beautiful...
May God bless your soul.
Oooh.
(common)
Yo
From north carolina her grandmother would bring
News that she had had a dream
Her dreams always meant what they needed them to mean
What made them real was the action in between
She dreamt that assata was free in they old house in queens
The fact that they always came true was the thing
Assata had been convicted of a murder she couldna done
Medical evidence shown she couldna shot the gun
Its time for her to see the sun from the other side
Time for her daughter to be by her mothers side
Time for this beautiful woman to become soft again
Time for her to breathe, and not be told how or when
She untangled the chains and escaped the pain
How she broke out of prison I could never explain
And even to this day they try to get to her
But shes free with political asylum in cuba.
(cee-lo vocals)
Im thinkin of assata, yeah.
Listen to my love, assata, yeah.
Were molded from the same mud, assata.
We share the same blood, assata, yeah.
Your power and pride, so beautiful...
May God bless your soul.
Your power and pride, so beautiful...
May God bless your soul.
Oooh.
(assata)
Freedom! you askin me about freedom. askin me about freedom?
Ill be honest with you. I know a whole more about what freedom isnt
Than about what it is, cause Ive never been free.
I can only share my vision with you of the future, about what freedom is.
Uhh, the way I see it, freedom is-- is the right to grow, is the right to
Blossom.
Freedom is -is the right to be yourself, to be who you are,
To be who you wanna be, to do what you wanna do. (fade out)

Common - Another Wasted Nite With... - lyrics

*commons answering machine beeps*
Say brotha
If you ever let me leave out a club
With a big fat ass, stove-like *****
Like that without point out the facts,
Ima kick your mother*****in ass.
Man that nerve of the hoe not to give me no *****.
Come up in my house tryin to watch movies and shit.
This aint no mother*****in cinema, *****!
Who the ***** she thought i...
Say brotha, I wasted a evening
I shoulda went witcha, but ohh well
You know I gets my ***** anyway, you know
Thats how playaz do
But gahd-damnit rashan
That big ass ***** *cracks up*
If youda said to spread on that hoe
Man I could kick my own ass
Well, should go to work
Just another wasted nite
And ohhhh, ohhhh
Heyyy, heyyy, what can you say

Common - 8 Minutes To Sunrise - lyrics

Featuring Jill Scott

[Common]
Yeah yo yo yo yo yo yo
Yo a touch of jazz y'all yeah yeah
?? y'all yo they got us on the run like

[Jill Scott]
8 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now what are we gonna do? (I don't know..)
Pressure is mountin
Oh baby now how we gonna get through? (I don't know)
Can't go left (uh uh) can't go right (uh uh)
Don't know how we made it through the night (c'mon c'mon c'mon)
7 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do? (Do it, do it..)

[Common]
It was once said by Black Thought that +Things Fall Apart+
Knew I shouldn't have been messin with dude's girl from start
But I pimp from the heart, the art of it made it interestin
Plus me and sister blend before we got intimate
Friend or no friend, my man caught wind
This chick is payin me, it'll either cost me or cost him
Told her she shoulda lost him (when?) a while ago
Cause dude'll drink a pile of Mo' and defile her yo
I ain't here to start on this [nigga] for me to wreck his broad
you could tell what I thought of this [nigga]
Nickname was Smoke, don't know if that was cause of cigarettes
(or what?) or guns he tote, he called shots on the deck
so I wasn't tryin to call his bluff, by his persona
you could see, he think he tough!
If that wasn't enough, old girl had his son
This is Wild like the West I'm like Jesse on the run, uhh

[Jill Scott]
6 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do? (I, don't, know)
Pressure is mountin
Oh baby now, how we gon' get through? (I, don't, know)
Can't go left and (uh-uh) can't go right and (uh-uh)
Don't know, how we made it through the night (yo, we got..)
5 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do? (Do it, do it..)

[Common]
I understand that time is runnin out, I'm thinkin of town-skippin
Got a Chevy but the alternator be trippin
I'm hittin rum straight, thinkin of a route to truncate
The streets is watchin, out is one way I put myself in his Nike's
His position is, "Aight man, somebody bonin my lady"
Probably snap like Rod-man
My plan was to meet at this bar called the Tiki (when?)
'round four, when she was comin she would beep me
I sat deep in the corner, drinkin zombies, becomin one by now
Wonderin if my style would support her and her child
Out the corner of my eye saw this stud I recognized (who?)
One of Smoke's guys, to stay out of sight I tried
Told Jill Scott to meet we coulda picked a better spot
On some "Nobody's Supposed to Be Here" [shit] like Deborah Cox
Looked at my watch, [shit] I don't even got a watch
Felt for my glock, damnit I don't even got a glock, yo

[Jill Scott]
4 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do? (I don't know..)
Pressure is mountin
Oh baby now, how we gon' get through? (I, don't, know)
Can't go left and (uh-uh) can't go right and (uh-uh)
Don't know, how we made it through the night (c'mon c'mon)
3 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do? (Do it, do it..)

[Common]
Pressure puh-pressure what? The pressure's cookin
It ain't good lookin, like a black promoter I'm talkin bookin
Not that I'm spooked of dude, I could whup him
But he was on the horn informin the rest of them hoodlums (aight)
Usually I wouldn't fight over a woman, old girl had a sun-shine
was messed up, on Smoke's payroll was one-time
My pager went off, it read one line: "Come get me
from Halsted," I'm thinkin this is monkey bar [shit]
Went to the phone quick, called her (what happened?) Her line was busy
Situation number nine, got my mind dizzy
Wondered if this plan was designed to get me
I've been drinkin too strong to be thinkin too long
Like 40 goin North I'm doin 50, headed for the spot
Askin God to be with me, and lately
she has been actin shifty -- (but what?)
But then it hit me (hit me) it hit me (hit me)
It hit me (hit me) it hit me

[Jill Scott]
2 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do? (I don't know..)
Pressure is mountin
Oh baby now, how we gonna get through? (Yo -- I said I, don't, know)
Can't go left and (uh-uh) can't go right and (nope)
Don't know, how we made it through the night (yo, we got)
1 minute to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do? (one-one, one.. ha?)
1 minute.. (we got, we got) one, one
1 minute.. (ahh shit, we got) one, one
1 minute.. (what we got girl?) one, one
1 minute.. (baby, Com Sense on the run) now, now
1 minute.. (Com Sense on the run) one..
1 minute.. (just got on the run, just got on the run)
(Com Sense on the run, Com Sense on the run)
(just got on the run, just got on the run)
(they got us on the run like.. they got us on the run)
(they got us on the.. yo, they got us on the run)
(uhh, yo, they got us on the run)
(they got us on the.. yo, they got us on the run)
and we out

Common - A Film Called (Pimp) (feat. Bilal, MC Lyte) - lyrics

[Common talking]
Yea,Yea,Yea
You know, they call me a pimp, and you know what that mean
I'm a Person that's Making Profit. See I pimp internationally
I'm nationally recognized, locally accepted
I pimp with the truth, that's the only method
[Common]
Seen her on Madison where Vice Lords be Travelin
And Chevy windows be rattlin
and badder than any other broads that I've seen in these parts
Her body language spoke like a smart remark, eyebrows arched
Thick lips, blond wig, nice tits, ass the size that I dig
Asked her the name, one way to approach her
See she had game, she needed me to coach her
Expose her to some paper, freedom and culture
The way a righteous pimp is supposed to
[MC Lyte]
As he came closer in his eyes I seen fortune
I ain't having it like abortion
Walking with this stick holding his tip
Looked like a Black Panther that was trying to pimp
It was cold as shit, I'm waitin on my ride
Act like I didn't see him I tried
[Common]
Motion denied (pause)
I felt the vibe like Roy Ayers
She was used to seeing pimps in furs and gators
Told her I'm an innovator, a gentlemen of leisure
That's in tuned with nature, hold Common's hand
I'm a take you to a pimps promise land
Where no man can break ya, break ya, break ya
Chorus: Bilal (singing)
Pimps, ho's, hustlers, plans, dealers,
customers, and bodies stuck in it, Oh my god
Pimps, ho's, hustlers, plans, dealers,
customers, and bodies stuck in it, Oh my god
[Common]
{hey girl, come on over here, check it out)
Make your next move your best move, choose me
[MC Lyte]
How I look working for a nigga in a cuffe'
If I was on a track you couldn't produce me
With them shits on your wrist looking goofy
[Common]
(yea ok)
I pimp without a pause, for the cause, I'm a rebel
You been on the streets I'm trying to take you to another level
You used to the same game, cats saying the same thang
Nigga you gone ho underground or ho mainstream
[MC Lyte]
Nigga you must not know of me
I'm the mack here
Ought to have you ho for me (Common: get real now)
Pimp yo punk ass
Have you write me poetry
I'm from a land called cash
You too slow for me
[Common]
You know why?
I'm thinking bigger than Bagets
Birds in slick cars
Or have you on the corner trickin in strip bars
If you become mine the world would be ours
Respect the game, and universal laws
[MC Lyte]
What, I oughta pimp slap your ass and make you fall against the wall
(Common: try it)
Why you in the game if you ain't even trying to ball
I know pimpin ain't easy but damn you barely surviving
We can't ride together cause you ain't driving
(Common: oh it's like that)
Chorus
[Common]
(this, this, this really how I look at it check it)
You and I together is like Ashford and Simpson
Picture us elbow to elbow at the hustler's convention
[MC Lyte]
Think I'm gone risk my ass then give you the cash (Common: yep)
That shit is the past
I got my own stable (Common: where at)
I oughta pierce your navel and put you on the track
Matter of fact I been looking for a ho that's abstract
[Common]
Girl you getting beside yourself
I'm trying to guide you
Help you see inside yourself
I pimp with vision, I'm a help you see the light
Have you covering your body and have you eating right
[MC Lyte]
(is that right)
I'm pimp ho's, pimp pens, (Common: Say what)
Pimp rhythms, pimp flows,
Pimp men (Common: and pimp what)
Pimp systems
Got stores called big pimpin (Common: Where)
Down South
In Texas I ran the best ho house
[Common]
(So)
I pimp from Brazil to um, Tokyo
Have Japanese broads sayin 'choushi wa dou' (MC Lyte: Yea right)
Bring'em back to the states to turn dates from Europe
Made the dirtiest of hoes seem purer
[MC Lyte]
(HA ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
(Common: Why you laughin)
I'm laughin cause you funny
I'm make ***** niggaz like you have my money
I get six hundred off yo skinny ass weekly
You'll get all the right tolls in that dashiki
[Common]
Yo, what ever happened to loyalty
Don't you want to become royalty
On the streets selling ass and oils for me
But you on this ho-asis and really I can't reach you
*****you then I'm about to be a preacher
[Common talking and Bilal Singing Background]
Well there you have it ya'll
The story of pimps and hoes ya'll know how it goes
It's been the oldest profession
The whole thing is like a lesson
Ain't no second guessin
Pimps ya'll, hustlers
All that good shit
Yea, yea 2000 and forever
It'll be here
Uh, uh aiight cool

Common - All Night Long - lyrics

[common (with badu singing in background)]
Yeah.. wanna feel the vi-ah-hi-hibe
Wanna feel the vibe, wanna feel the vi-ibe!
Uhhh.. wanna, what? yeah
Wanna, what? uhh, yeah (come on)
Every-bod, cmon, uhh
Yo, yo.. (all night long)
[common]
Durin divine hours, I use mind power to refine
Flour/flower girls, and make em feel like black pearls
Get they minds off acryllic nails and the rap world
Its a lot you can find in the lost black girl
Made signs built in lodges, we be in garages
Discussin who we boned and who God is
Pro-black like craig hodges with my dashikis in the cleaners
I kick it for the chevy ridin head to backstreet leaners
[erykah badu (with common)]
Allllll.. (uhh) niiiiiight.. (yea yea, what? ) [hah]
Allllll.. [huh, uhh] niiiiiight.. (whatcha say now bee, what? )
Allllll.. (yeah, yeah yeah) niiiiiight.. [aow! aoww-owwww]
(to freak it with the) allllll.. (now let me get a piece of this)
(let me get a piece bee) niiiiiight..
[common]
Check it, check it
I was born underwater with three dollars and a *****tail
Tryin to make the garden of eden, out of auckdale and rockwell
Lockd in this grid like a tupac tale
While her-on rock smells make the cops tail
My third eye is my rail, on this l of thought
With afrocentric stamps Im mailin thoughts
To my gods held in court
I dwell where rebellions taught, and emotions seldom walk
I try to walk like an egyptian, but hieroglyphics fail to talk
I guess the hustlin is the unspoken gospel
Love that Im an apostle, feel the holy spirit of chicago
E bottom, heres the bottle
I think i, need a cup of a tea, because Im novel
(come on bay-bayyy) bust it
[erykah badu]
Iahhhhh jus wanna rock you
Alllllll night looooong
Allllllll (come on bay-bayyy)
All night long.. all night long..
All night long.. on and on and on and onnnn (come on bay-bayyy)
Iahhhhh jus wanna rock you (all night long)
Alllllll night looooong (all night long)
Allllllll (on and on and on and onnnn) [hah, uh-huh]
Iahhhhh (all night long) jus wanna rock you (all night long)
Alllllll night looooong (all night long)
{what? yo-yo, yo-yo yo-yo check it, check it}
On and on and on and onnnn
[common]
A portrait of the artist, formerly known as sense
The brain-wash, with my vocal tones I rinses
Opportunity and the beat knocks
Women, give me rhythm like beatbox, but its the year
Of completion, I want a queen to complete rash
Whos flavored from stacks, to reeboks
Send blessings to the family of ice mike
Shit like that, dont help me write right, but I got site/sight
Like a destruction worker, when its time to build
Get off like sam jack and its +time to kill+
In perseverence ima find a meal, and provoke
My gramps used to trick off big papers at the riverboat
It go..
[erykah badu (with common)]
Allllll.. niiiiiight.. all night
Allllll.. niiiiiight.. you got it goin all night
Allllll.. niiiiiight.. yknow, yknow it all night
Allllll.. niiiiiight.. oahahhhoahhohhhhhh (yea, yeah)
[erykah badu]
Iahhhhh jus wanna rock you (one more time)
Alllllll night looooong, oahhhhohhh (ebb in feelings)
Iahhhhh jus wanna rock you (I aint sleeping)
Alllllll night looooong (all night long)
On and on and on and onnnn
[common]
Check it
I walk downtown to tempos and never lose the beat
Some people got ignorance confused with bein street
On the, street of desire my body and soul meet
Arguin over thick broads and meals with no meat
Had the cold feet for a second
Mega-niggaz in my box throwin suggestions
Had me checkin myself and double checkin, I popped the +resurrection+
In the mirror I only heard my reflection
Let me hold mics, while you hold dicks and cd collections
And at musicland and coops, we can make connections
I meditate with confidence, to not chomp on cents
Outspoken like 30s but yet I guard my lips
Writin niggaz with stripes, I hold posture with
Poppin shit to fat broads, wearin os-trich
Givin em voicemail, tracks are like county
To them I voice-jail/gel, if you believe in heaven
Why is the choice hell? why is this choice hell?
Why is this choice hell?
[erykah badu]
Iahhhhh jus wanna rock you
Alllllll night looooong, oahhhhohhh (keep goin)
Iahhhhh jus wanna rock you (keep goin, keep goin, keep on)
(and dont you give up) alllllll night looooong (ah keep on, ah keep on)
Ooahhhoahhhhh (ah keep on, ah keep.. ah dont you give up)
Iahhhhh (all night long) jus wanna rock you (all night long)
Alllllll night looooong (if you want it you can have it lay upon my rest)
On and on and on and onnnnnnnnnn (keep it goin baby)
(if you want it you can have it lay upon my rest)
Iahhhhh jus wanna rock you (all night long)
Alllllll night looooong (if you want it you can have it lay upon my rest)
(all night long) on and on and on and onnnnnnnn
Alllllll (if you want it you can have it lay upon my rest) niiiiiiiight
Alllllll (and if you want it you can have it lay upon my rest) niiiiiiight
Alllllll niiiiiiiiight
Alllllll niiiiiiiiight
Alllllll niiiiiiiiight
Alllllll (dont stop now) niiiiiiiiight (no no no, no, uh-uh)
Alllllll (you bet not stop) niiiiiiiiight
Alllllll niiiiiiiiight
Yeahhhhhh.. common sense, and baduuuu
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