of hatred when your time stands still Like the average stalker, forge to forgive Like the average stalker I'm just sliding, disappear into the night Like a strange and a
' Flip the four steps to take is it fake There's no remorse for a fake we must break Time a rap source subdue that we make Your collapse feel the force
transformer Now boy you no you got ta let me get a taste of this thing Nu skool style Blend the old with the new A little bit of this a little bit of
Tonight's musical guest Two of Chicago's finest emcees Give it up for Common and Kanye West It's common sense Yeah! Common sense It's Common Sense, yeah
Blessed with the art rhymes that's sharp like a circular saw Hit the floor like dorf, who wants the war Then slide by my, lyrical driveby Chops rush, making
I'll be leaving in a second Sipping magic from a chalice, detached from the distractions At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action A fraction or a
profited from the game That you and your niggas play Radical man, save a life Come on, take a stand, give that money back Let's make a plan, the brand
one who dies Smoke buddah by the mic, just like a barracuda Flush the Cru to the ground like Roto Rooter A fight, a fight, a nigga and a white If a
that i may get a more accurate sense of how to draw you but after my loving hands touch your face i cannot paint a single stroke
through a cocoon suddenly you remember everything you ever wanted to do in life develop a sixth sense a very accurate sixth sense no inhibitions
nothin but currents, you can find yourself a failure Or a success story On the subway, at three in the mornin, huh Or on the corner, or up on a rooftop
s giving champagne parties Sachie's got a cold Gertrude's hanging pictures Alice making tea Me, I do the only thing that still Makes sense to me I do
passing friends Magnets floating in a metal sea In a world of ghosts all overdosed Placebo pills at the pharmacy Arguments and your two sense All this talk it makes
making sense to me Seems to me it's all the same Time and time and time and time again Slowly, what I believed in, turning into a lie To aim and miss
corpse to find the clues that point to an explanation that might make sense Let's crack the cadaver open for a little peek and document what we find... ...
a lot of our favourite acts too much Integrity is getting lost in the art hip hop is not about money and Bitches so I'm a start expanding your horizons
is strong I'm smart If you're stupid it's not art Marks are made so many ways You can spin the tires, blaze a sack for everybody dazed A chapter is what
And they go that whole damn smock I mean it though a joke from that one like that one was wrong It makes no sense really Shorten to a word and then to a