In My Own World (Check the Method)

[Chorus: Large Professor]

Yeah yeah, now check the method

Yeah yeah, now check the method

Yeah yeah, now check the method

Yeah yeah, now check the method

[Verse 1: No I.D]

No time to get all excited, just write it

From the inside let the pen slide, and spread

The ink on the papyrus, come understand this (what?)

Paint the canvas, givin' you my vision

To mold you, compose you

Get a picture of the scene, then get an exposure

Words out my cipher, the life of my circle

Pain trapped inside of me, Cabrini to Ida B., don't lie to me

You want me in your needle

Squirt me in your vein, maintain on the couch

I excite your brain til I'm out of your system

Beat digger, not a nigga or a niggaro

I figure you're the winner of the bread

Precede your thoughts 'fore they come into your head

(Yo, kid kinda nice)

From the word, I speak, unique, clear and concise

Heads I'm boring, soaring to a new height of flight

And then fight the night

With a light to gain sight make your competition say aight

No I.D. from the city with a beach on thirty-first

Making all butt crews disperse

I'm in my own world

[Chorus: Large Professor]

Yeah yeah, now check the method

Yeah yeah, now check the method

Yeah yeah, now check the method

Yeah yeah, now check the method

[Verse 2: Common]

I say pay attention boy, I say uk look at here

I want you to see me; when you do, you look in fear

I dilate pupils that's cornea than a retina

My Book of Life you felt it, because of the texture

When I'm bubbly I call the ex ta, see if she still love me

I'm advanced like a copy studs be on my sac to dub me

Cheap ass niggas, go and purchase it

I ain't do all this work for shit

My style's my child I gave birth to it

Like an immaculate conception, clean I came

Went through label pains, didn't give shorty a name

I put, bros before hoes that's the way love and life goes

It's a Jungle out there but I'm never Fever-in for them white hoes

I love black thighs, you sisters better realize

The real hair and real eyes get real guys

So before you makeup your face, you better make up your mind

I hope you wake up in time for the revolution, or you gon' be like

"I can't believe it! I got shot!"

Bowe, so I lick one, not for Riddick

But I got the Rid, for my dick

And the crab MC's that be all over it

Huh, what good is the Rid without the comb?

I'm the street pick peace to Nick, Tim, Mark and Kendall

I remember me and Dion tried to get into Mendel

I didn't have No I.D., they wouldn't let me in

Now them same gumps be askin' me to get them in

I be like, "You don't know me... fool"

And color him purple (why?), 'cause he ain't in my circle

Now I'm talkin' square biz to you and I'm out

I'm in my own world