Common POWER 106 Freestyle

[Verse 1]

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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

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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

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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

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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]