Common Streets

It's all the same,

Regardless of your record and your name

Rappers walking in the rain,

tryna state there claim

I can take the weight they just....

Take the back pain

There's much to gained with the money and fame

(It's like that)

I feel the power when I hear it in the streets

(It's like that)

It used to be about the lyrics and beats

(Behind that)

From tomorrow until commercialism

And now it's built as a prison

For us to walk common streets

Now if flesh is weak

My passion is my shield

And my strength is my speech

In which I'll make men yield

Cuz in the field of expertise

Man you rappers flex with ease

Using hip-hop as gimmicks in which to gain sex with these...

With a joint or a bottle...

And a picturing posing crew

The only thing I ever learned is

"I can only trust a chosen few"

I got respect for my crew

And love for my home

Never claimed [?] throne from the use of microphone

(Just let me rideeee)

Or all you critics claiming minor skies

"Better trade in ya faget"

As you look into my eyes

And my sumizeee'll be the day that hip-hop dies

Or at least until the day the mass of boys [?]

With every [?] on your faith

Companies supporting any and every

Breathe or laugh I take

Makes me gag in nauzia

It's just the asthma....

It's chokin' me, vocally

Provokin' me to live with frustration with words but locally

Cuz globally I'm fucked, if you ever notice me

So I cling to what I got and rock the spot with chromozee...

Cuz sometimes...

The people just don't wanna let go

Now put that mic down before you get crushed like Thredbo

But hold it now....

Who said were walking common streets?

You just keep rollin' them beats hip-hop cost all a [?]

Some lost there creativity and our sense of [?] humble,

Ali threw in the gloves so now I'm rumblin' in the jungle

Don't you worry cuz them punks will fall off figures

Times I wrote these shackle (dadadada)

You lost that love I feel [?], and crackles

And only time he's able to heal the wounds

That was open [?] truth [?] community you food basket

Hypocrites, contradicting shit, every bit of it

I've heard more to save the gas [?] illiterate

I just hung my head in my hands and kept, workin' on the beats

But now were workin for the lands, maybe one day common streets

It's all the same,

Regardless of your record and your name

Rappers walking in the rain,

Tryna state there claim

I can take the weight they just....

Hate the back pain

There's much to gained with the money and fame

(It's like that)

I feel the power when I hear it in the streets

(It's like that)

It used to be about the lyrics and beats

(Behind that)

From tomorrow until commercialism

And now this spirits a prison

For us to walk common streets

It's all the same

Common streets

Can you feel it?

Can you feel the vibe?

Seems I'm in a dream as I'm walk through the southside

Can you feel it?

Can you feel the vibe?

Cuz it looks like we leavin' to the people walkin' by

Can you feel it?

Can you feel the vibe?

Cuz it looks like we leavin' to the people walkin' by