paroles de chanson Resurrection (Extra P. remix) - Common
Verse
One:
I
stagger
in
the
gathering
possessed
by
a
patter-in
That
be
scatterin
Over
the
globe
will
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
Madelline,
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
unswine
Eatin
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
misdemeanor
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
since,
cause
I
was
guilty
in
a
sense
Verse
Two:
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
Imaginations
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
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
niggaz
Now
my
speech
is
lost
quicker
Cruisin
Southside
streets
with
no
heat
and
no
sticker
U
Ak
got
my
back
and
we
don't
get
no
thicker
U
Ak
got
my
back
and
we
don't
get
no
thicker
U
Ak
got
my
back
and
we
don't
now
check
it
I'm
a
hoe
but
not
a
hoe
nigga,
ain't
scared
of
no
nigga
But
it's
my
turn
to
go
I
gotta
go
And
I'm
gone
with
the
storm
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