Resurrection ’95
"Resurrection"
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
I stagger in the gatherin'
Possessed by a patter-in that be scatterin'
Over the global, my vocals be travellin'
Unravellin' my abdomen
It's slime that's babblin'
Grammatics that are masculine
I grab them in, verbally badgerin' broads
I wish that Madelyne was back on Video LP
Raps I make up like blacks do excuses
I feel like Noah
Hookin' my mellows up on deuces
If a broad ain't got a mind, a job or crib
She useless
Acoustic basslines embrace rhymes while
I chase mines
They say signs of the end is near
I wonder can I walk a
Righteous path holdin' a beer?
Got more verses than a Kramer
Go off like a pager
Skills uglier than Craig Mack in your ear
I'm the flavor my old bird said some of
My songs sound like noise
Don't watch the Bulls as much
They got too many white boys
A million black men walkin'
Towards one direction for sure
The cream of the planets resurrection
"Resurrection"
A prophet
Raised among Black Disciples and Vice Lords
Who don't give a fuck about
Mic cords, at night, swords get up
Together, black wrists get cuffed
I'm wishin' for a change
My man want his change in a cup
Yes, Sir, I'm in the Mix-a-Lot
Bitches put 'em on the glass while
I'm puttin' stickers on they ass
I rule everything around me like cash
On the rocks of reality, dreams get splashed
In jams, I mash like Alan Alda niggas nod
Thangs say "Hey" as if I was Little Walter
'87 strip walker, taught the code of the area
By stayin', within the barrier
Exposed to Stony stimuli
With that I identify
Brothers went through my rotate
Solidify the realness
Skull caps, Smurfs, Puffy jacket
Lugz boots on
Steppin' to me is like goin' to
The County being a Neutron
"Resurrection"
1, 2, 1, 2, we'll get on down, check it
I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike
When in dim light, I use insights to enlight
Then write somethin' that's 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
In fights, I send rights
Don't hook with skins my friends like
I spend nights up in dykes
I've been indicted as a freak of all trades
Doodoo-Doo-Doo, Doo-Doo! I got it made
I bathe in basslines, 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 thought's quicker
Cruisin' South Side streets with no
Heat and no sticker
UAC got my back, and we don't get no thicker
87 got my back, and we don't get no thicker
Chicago 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"
