Resurrection Lyrics - Common Sense

I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in 

That be scattering 

Over the global my vocals be traveling unraveling my abdomen 

It's slime that's babbling grammatics that are masculine 

I grab the men, verbally badgering broads 

I wish that Madeline was back on Video LP 

I went against all odds and got a even steven 

Proceed to read and not believing everything I'm reading 

But my brain was bleeding, needing feeding 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 

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 

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 

Cruising 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 

But it's my turn to go I gotta go 

And I'm gone with the storm