Common POWER 106 Freestyle

[Verse 1] [?] I, the holy spirit of Chicago Married to the game I shoulda took the bitch to Cabo I know, I know like Bill Withers, field niggas They say stay safe but they still hit us Fill the rivers It's like the ghost of Emmet Till with us We got black cards, now they gotta deal with us Rihanna got a bil' they gotta deal with the sisters And pursuit of happiness, I ask God to Will Smith us [?] We inherit earth and speak into existence I'm rooted in black thoughts like Tariq I was a drifter, now I'm a shifter, a pair of dimes An uplifer of tethered minds Forever signed to the art form, no things didn't start warm Wrinkles in time 'til I met my Tony Starks form And straightened it out, Iron Man While some, was working in pots and frying pans Some of my guys moved keys like Robert Glasper They gave me room so I could be a master My book of life I write it like a Christ chapter When hip hop was dead I met it in the life after [?] Listenin' to Donny Hath' to tryna find a way to get my people out the trap or the prisons Talkin' with my daughter, I learned to listen She studyin' law I told her make good decisions This is a prism of hip hop realism From the block we arisen Still we walk like Egyptians [?] Planet Rock reinvention The lock key ignition To them Ali dimensions Grew up around stones and they [?] me to wisdom They yell all is well and it got me to wishin' Tupac [?] I'm keepin' my head up I am a rider, from the black pool of genius, and I'm a diver Striver of perfection, inside of my reflections The blessins of the destined Restin' with no questions These are the strides of a knocker Took time to myself like Naomi Osaka Took time off to never rhyme soft My minds off the grid that I climbed off I'm live 'til I sign off My man Murry said never take your shine off Sometimes I go offline to get these lines off My crown [?] like the Chi town Opera Violins, violence, they broke in my crib and seen Oscars, Emmys, Grammys Damn, he near {?] And he still hip hop I'm to rap what Bird is to bebop A.I. is to Reebok Jada is to D-Block The Game need a Detox [?] Bernie says we cross for the tribes we lost In the war with stars I make niggas into Ewoks I'm a rap god but still human like the beat box Rest in peace to Biz Markie, honor those that sparked me I spit verses like girls get purses Some rappers get by, and some get purchased [Verse 2]