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Resurrection (Explicit)

Common
2009-02-022:49 MinSynchronisierter Text

"Resurrection (Explicit)" ist ein Song von Common, 2009, Pop. Der Song dauert 2:49, 50 lines / 442 words.

Songtext

0:22I stagger in the gatherin' possessed by a patter-in
0:24That be scatterin'
0:26Over the global, my vocals be travelin', unravelin' my abdomen
0:29It's slime that's babblin' grammatics that are masculine
0:33I grab the men, verbally badgering broads
0:35I wish that Madelyne was back on Video LP
0:37I went against all odds and got a even steven
0:40Proceed to read and not believin' everything I'm readin'
0:42But my brain was bleedin', needin' feedin', and exercise
0:45I didn't seek the best of buys, it's a lie to textualize
0:48I analyze where I rest my eyes
0:50And chastise the best of guys with punchlines
0:52I'm Nestle when it's crunch-time
0:53For your mind like one time
0:55If poetry was pussy I'd be sunshine
0:57'Cause I deliver like the Sun-Times
0:58Confined in once-mines on dumb rhymes I combine
1:01I'm hype like I'm unsigned, my diet I un-swine
1:04Eating beef sometimes -- I try to cut back on that shit
1:06This rap shit is truly outta control
1:09My style is too developed to be arrested
1:11It's the freestyle, so now it's out on parole
1:14They tried to hold my soul in a holding cell so I would sell
1:17I bonded with a break and had enough to make bail
1:19A Mr. Meaner fell on his knee for the jury
1:21I asked No for his ID and the judge thought there was two of me
1:25Motion for a recess to retest my fingerprints
1:27They relinquished Sense, 'cause I was guilty in a sense
1:30"Resurrection"
1:51I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike when in dim light
1:53I use insight to enlight devices hit the skin tight
1:56Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe, imagination's in flight
1:59I send light, like Ben's kite, I've been bright
2:01Get open like on gym nights and in fights I send rights
2:03Don't hook with skins my friends like, I spend nights up in dykes
2:06In spite, I've been indicted as a freak of all trades
2:09(Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo) I got it made
2:11I bathe in bass lines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
2:14Come from a tribe of bums hooked on Negro and mums
2:17Had to halt with the, malt liquor
2:19'Cause off the malt liquor, I fought niggas
2:21Now my speech and thoughts quicker
2:22Cruise the Southside streets with no heat and no sticker
2:25UAC got my back and we don't get no thicker
2:27UAC got my back and we don't get no thicker
2:30UAC got my back and we don't, now check it
2:33I'm a ho but not a ho nigga, ain't scared of no nigga
2:35When it's my turn to go, I gotta go
2:37And I'm gone with the storm
2:49"Resurrection"
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
"Resurrection"
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
"Resurrection"

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