Hungry Lyrics - One Day It'll All Make Sense - Common

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, I've skated with precision 

Crews is gettin split like decisions 

Com will let it ride in collision 

Vision like Colleco 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 material, imperial and rugged like 

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 forest do 

Hip hop, you my bitch and like a Ford, I'm Explorin you 

So, wack niggaz be cool, with them, I stay cordial 

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 

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