歌曲 | In My Own World (Check The Method) |
歌手 | Common |
专辑 | Resurrection |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Common | |
('yeah yeah, now check the method' - extra p from atcq's _keep it | |
Rollin_) | |
* cut and scratched 4x by mista sinister | |
Verse one: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 | |
Train tracks aside of me, cabrini to idabi, don't lie to me | |
You want me in your needle | |
Squirt me in your vein, maintain on the couch | |
I excite your brain till i'm out of your system | |
Be digger not a nigger or a niggerole 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 bridge on thirty-first | |
Makin all butt crews disperse | |
Chorus: repeat 4x | |
[no i.d.] i'm in my own world ('yeah yeah, now check the method') | |
Verse two: common | |
[no i.d.] ('check the method') i'm in my own world | |
I say pay attention boy, i say uhh looka here | |
I want you to see me when you do you look and fear | |
I dilate pupils it'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 niggaz! 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/bo 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 sekendall | |
I remember me and deion tried to get into mendal | |
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 it purple, 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 |
zuo ci : Common | |
' yeah yeah, now check the method' extra p from atcq' s _keep it | |
Rollin_ | |
cut and scratched 4x by mista sinister | |
Verse one: 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 | |
Train tracks aside of me, cabrini to idabi, don' t lie to me | |
You want me in your needle | |
Squirt me in your vein, maintain on the couch | |
I excite your brain till i' m out of your system | |
Be digger not a nigger or a niggerole 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 bridge on thirtyfirst | |
Makin all butt crews disperse | |
Chorus: repeat 4x | |
no i. d. i' m in my own world ' yeah yeah, now check the method' | |
Verse two: common | |
no i. d. ' check the method' i' m in my own world | |
I say pay attention boy, i say uhh looka here | |
I want you to see me when you do you look and fear | |
I dilate pupils it' 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 niggaz! 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 feverin 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 bo 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 sekendall | |
I remember me and deion tried to get into mendal | |
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 it purple, 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 |
zuò cí : Common | |
' yeah yeah, now check the method' extra p from atcq' s _keep it | |
Rollin_ | |
cut and scratched 4x by mista sinister | |
Verse one: 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 | |
Train tracks aside of me, cabrini to idabi, don' t lie to me | |
You want me in your needle | |
Squirt me in your vein, maintain on the couch | |
I excite your brain till i' m out of your system | |
Be digger not a nigger or a niggerole 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 bridge on thirtyfirst | |
Makin all butt crews disperse | |
Chorus: repeat 4x | |
no i. d. i' m in my own world ' yeah yeah, now check the method' | |
Verse two: common | |
no i. d. ' check the method' i' m in my own world | |
I say pay attention boy, i say uhh looka here | |
I want you to see me when you do you look and fear | |
I dilate pupils it' 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 niggaz! 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 feverin 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 bo 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 sekendall | |
I remember me and deion tried to get into mendal | |
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 it purple, 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 |