Resurrection '95

[Scratched] "Resurrection" [Intro] 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 [Verse 1] 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 (Why?) They got too many white boys A million black men walkin' towards one direction For sure, the cream of the planets... resurrection [Scratched] "Resurrection" [Verse 2] 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 [Scratched] "Resurrection" [Interlude] 1, 2, 1, 2, we'll get on down, check it [Verse 3] 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... [Scratched] "Resurrection"