common sense - hungry lyrics
yo, n-gg-z don’t want none of this
n-gg-z know they can’t f-ck with this
turn this sh-t up just a little more
i walk the night in rhymin’ armor, bomb a n-gg- like a winter coat
have him on death row searchin’ for an inter scope
yet i sparkle like irene cara symbolize dope, like sirens do terror
mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated
flashbacks of past raps make me so glad i made it
players is gettin’ traded, i drop a gem off, them who’s style is jaded
my juice is grated sh-t is so bangin’ n-gg-z say it’s gang related
on philosopher’s rink of thought, i’ve skated with precision
crews is gettin’ split like decisions com will let it ride in collision
vision like coleco or tel, i battle stars in stellar
regions, my thought scheme was my like my offspring
now, it’s teethin’
my reason of rhyme applies to season and time
season of mind, body and regions divine
in mom’s cookouts, i’m leavin’ the swine
verbal vegetarian, squashed beef with ice cube
came in this rap life nude now i’m fully clothed with flows
you tricks can’t hide behind expensive cars and clothes
old n-gg-z i expose like luke does hoes in videos
with cl-ssic material, imperial and rugged like
got mag but my slugs a mic
you fake like a smile, like a hug, i’m tight
skip ladies, this is rip a m-th-f-cka night
oracle arouse, n-gg-z don’t even run for cover right
downtown interracial lovers hold hands
i breathe heavy like an old man, with a cold can of old style
hold a stone isle profile
mix between malcolm x and sef when i go wild
hold mics like a second nut until the second comin’
hummin’ comin’ towards you with power like forwards do
hip hop, you my b-tch and like a ford, i’m explorin’ you
so, wack n-gg-z be cool, with them, i stay cordial
flowin’ room temperature, cats is presumed miniature
like golf soft like tiger woods
and real n-gg- angles i’ve stood with ways that’s geometric
don’t need to rob banks with dike broads to set it
i levitate to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist
rhyme wise, you a rest haven
you sat by the door spooked like i was wes craven
you need to do more deletin’ and less savin’
a praise in h-ll, raisin heaven
like the bill on my pager leavens
what you should have known from day one
you will on day seven
hungry hip hop junkie in the city
hungry hip hop junkie in the city
hungry hip hop junkie in the city
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