Common Free Style

[Intro: Common] Bring in the bass... [Verse 1: Common] Com Sense – what can I do? I build or destroy Doin' what I can, 'cause ya see I be a B-boy Takin' it to the future, I execute ya if I have to You can stand still like a statue Wonderin' "What's Going On?" like Marvin I start to carve in my own spot My man Roy will make it hot But we say it's cold in the Go The brother Common Sense never stop with the flow My flow keeps goin' on and on, and I like to do it 'cause I'm deep in them porns, and I'm not the type to beat like that But when it comes to the Empire, yo, I Strike Back Yo, I like phat raps, I might be that type of sh–– What can I do? I like to spit On the graves of those who never been a slave Don't understand about the things, they misbehave When they see the brother Com Sense through the door Ask about the dreads, they ask about the flow They ask about different questions – Questions like brother Questlove This is what I do, I suggest love Too many, penny for your thoughts Brother Com Sense – yo, I'm never takin' shorts Ask too, I come through, just with my crew With a little trees and a little bit of brew But we can chill; I just came to feel Brother James Poys' on the keys What can I do? MCs they wanna freeze When they see the brother Common Sense go against 'em Yo, we got a system, we can break it down for Roy – Hargrove Stars rove in the sky I told you, I could say I'm from the Chi But I'm from The Go I keep it goin' and I never stop Yo I'd like to do a show, go to a spot Maybe the Vanguard and stand hard With the brother right there on the horn This is what I'm tellin' ya'll – my words are reborn This is how it form, like an application Playin' with yourself, boy, that's mental masturbation This is what I'm doin', yo, I just passed the nation This is what I'm askin' you, for an application To come down; Com Sense got the sun sound I run down different types of thoughts It's like this is what I'm doin' 'cause I just got divorced Somebody just said he coulda seen me in The Source A long time ago, an 'Unsigned Hype' I said, Com Sense, yo, I been strikin' mics Since I was a shorty, used to drink 40's Now I'm drinkin some type of water And supportin' my daughter, ya'll [Instrumental Interlude] [Verse 2: Common] Yo – my guy said it's like some 80's This is for the ladies Brothers go crazy Check it out, I ain't lazy With the style. Com Sense be from Stony Isle The only child of Ann Brow Hand down the thoughts That's what she did a long time Com Sense came in with the strong rhyme I love to say my name, 'cause it's on my brain What can I do? I ain't here to jest or entertain I like to teach, if I gotta reach Down from a brother from the window Let the wind blow From the brother Com Sense, always mental Roy said "Get up on this instrumental" The style so free, so I MC Some call me Com, some call me Rashid Down with E.B., you know how we do Your rother Com Sense, ain't no Neo-Soul crew It's the other type of stuff Yo I'm housin' you, like the government, but you ain't lovin' it Somebody want a covenant, said, "Cool, we can make it" Com Sense doin' the style that's sort of sacred [Instrumental Break]