Sum Shit I Wrote lyrics

Artist  : Common 
Song : Sum Shit I Wrote



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 Marks I erase like racism, I’m as large as a
bigot
Groove is my escapism, when I’m bubbly I just
kick it
What I need from you is understanding that I’m
standing
On my own two, down with my own crew
Toe cancer, I’m bad to the bone too, I’m prone to
snap off
When I’m off that cognac I can’t hold back like a
massouse
I get loose like a screw turned from left right
to tight
When it’s time for some action I get red’s
"tonight’s da night"
An eye for an eye, a life for his wife
Dissected I’m on some hi-tech shit computers want
to bite
Your style is pascal, mine is basic and just
instinct
I’m with the fam and ran scams, me and murray got
up on big links
And if knowledge is the key, goddammit I’m the
locksmith
Started a missionary way on my life, the mic I
rust like bostage
I switch styles like a channel with controls that
are remote
Engage in a page, and with words I elope
Walking down the aisles with styles I freak the
viles
Anti-nazi when I rocks like a z-28
At any rate, brothers gain interest because I
loaned them microphones
They couldn’t house the shit so they had to rent
to own
It’s like that, coming from the go rapper
I wanna bone jada pinkett and that hoe patra
So keep on, and you don’t, now come on
Ah keep on, and you don’t

Sometime when I’m alone in my room I stare at the
wall
And in the back of my mind I hear a wack-ass
rhyme
And I catch alz-rhymers, then forget it, I get
charged
Like a nigga in position with the stolen card the
credit
Fuck flipping the script, the rap scene I’m
trying to edit
My mellows call me "never", they be
like "never’s going to get it"
Never’s too much, I’m much too, I do justice to
poetics
That’s why cats be like "fuck you, fuck you,
fuck you!"
Other studs come through to see what I am up to
They be on the dick of crew that be giving us
sweet and buying us fruit
Like kareem I got the hook up, brothers look out
because they look
Rest in peace to ? heavena? , washing tons of
rappers like booker
Tee told me "you gotta get out of the crib,
get into the world"
How you going to come off with the style that’s
thourough? 
It’s like that, keep on, ha ha
It’s like that, keep on

My foundation is in black block of niggas that
rock they hat cock
I’m real like a fight with my rap, rappers I
slapbox
Back I got my rap, now get your glock out the
black face
Got tall flavor with fat taste, the rat race is a
rat race
Just cause you got adidas with the fat laces and
the fro don’t make you hip-hop
You sorry excuse for funk rap
Why is there so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo
funk that
The real shit’s starting to come back
The go is where I’m from and where I’m at, jack
I started eating cat when I was 10
Before dinner I was getting big dog like glen
robinson
I don’t see nothing wrong with a little bump and
grind
But comes a time when you gotta get off of that
booty
The facts of life I didn’t learn from watching
tootie
But living in the big city but I still like
tootie cause she got big titties
My style is steep, I write rhymes on the incline
Splat guts plus fat nuts and lay up like a crib
line
I’m slamming, jamming on the one
I’m a bad man, you’re just a good son, come on