| [Scratched Hook]"Still getting mine, in the 1 9 9 9" | |
| Yo, just relax, take it easy, slow down | |
| I had this—I had this friend of mine | |
| Who, just, you know, he was moving too fast, you know what I'm sayin'? | |
| I told him to slow down, he said the sun don't chill | |
| I said, I said still, I said still, you gotta | |
| Just appreciate life, sit back, don't let it fly right past you | |
| No matter what go on I'm still gettin' mine | |
| No matter the year, no matter the place, no matter the time | |
| [Verse 1: Common]Check it | |
| It's like I'm fighting for freedom, writing for freedom | |
| These record company niggas I don't like when I see 'em | |
| My ancestors, when I'm writing I see 'em and talk with 'em | |
| Hoping in the promise land I can walk with 'em | |
| Shitted on so many rappers it's like I'm in the stall with 'em | |
| Molest concepts, stalk rhythms, paid dues, bought wisdom | |
| As legends fall my godmother answer heaven's call | |
| Preachers' daughters get ****ed in the reverend's hall | |
| MC's reckless eyeball, why y'all wanna go and do that? | |
| Must've thought I was solo, the name just ain't the U-Ac | |
| No mo', still together | |
| Like in the ghetto photo with one nigga in the chair | |
| Holding liquor in despair, gang signs in the air | |
| I shine in spaces where time is just a glare | |
| Hold the mic like a memory | |
| Niggas say I'm nice with metaphors but these are similes | |
| Street ministry, my poetry's a penitentiary, track is visitation | |
| Sentences is life, I'm like chief up in this demonstration | |
| Still... | |
| [Scratched Hook]"Still getting mine, in the 1 9 9 9" | |
| [Verse 2: Sadat X]You squirm with discomfort, wiggle and cough | |
| Six days of madness and you might throw me off | |
| On this great ball of stress that they call the earth | |
| I'mma show y'all in rhyme just how much shit I been through | |
| And all the places I went to, always played the low | |
| It's like a competition, this mission here I'm telling you | |
| Slip up and rhyme-ass niggas here is felling you | |
| Crash courses, slow down you can't learn that quick | |
| Cause I'm the dead eye, with the red eye, from Chi to L-I | |
| I thought y'all knew, every year I grew, I'm still growing | |
| And in a year or two I hope my girl'll be showing | |
| A male seed, praise God I name him Moses | |
| I lead people I want him to, that's why I chose this | |
| Now is the glass half-full or half-empty | |
| Common, why they tempt me | |
| The king of the simply, bore in mic | |
| I always stay on top cause I give niggas what they like | |
| I know y'all hate that why I feel I owe y'all everyday | |
| If y'all hear it a thousand times, it's gon' be the same way | |
| The 'Dat-Father, go farther, why bother | |
| Now I'm a peaceful man, I don't want no stress | |
| You know I'm still... | |
| [Scratched Hook]"Still getting mine, in the 1 9 9 9" | |
| [Verse 3: Common]Yo yo, some get Range Rovers, | |
| some religion change-over | |
| Angel on my main shoulder telling me remain sober | |
| Token nigga, game's over ain't no payola in freestyle | |
| In battles, I'm warring like a G-Child | |
| Searching for the child in me, this style in me | |
| This release is like the piece that's now in me | |
| They tried to 'sassinate me god, like Martin on the balcony | |
| Lyrically I put a hit on 'em, cause I'm the style "Nitti" | |
| Catch a flick at the Liquid Kitty | |
| Trying to get a chick to kick it with me till the tilt | |
| Told her my chamber's like Wilt | |
| Built with her for a sec, let her know I had respect | |
| Less than a hour she was giving me neck, yo I'm still getting mine | |
| [Scratched Hook]"Still getting mine, in the 1 9 9 9" |
| Scratched Hook" Still getting mine, in the 1 9 9 9" | |
| Yo, just relax, take it easy, slow down | |
| I had this I had this friend of mine | |
| Who, just, you know, he was moving too fast, you know what I' m sayin'? | |
| I told him to slow down, he said the sun don' t chill | |
| I said, I said still, I said still, you gotta | |
| Just appreciate life, sit back, don' t let it fly right past you | |
| No matter what go on I' m still gettin' mine | |
| No matter the year, no matter the place, no matter the time | |
| Verse 1: Common Check it | |
| It' s like I' m fighting for freedom, writing for freedom | |
| These record company niggas I don' t like when I see ' em | |
| My ancestors, when I' m writing I see ' em and talk with ' em | |
| Hoping in the promise land I can walk with ' em | |
| Shitted on so many rappers it' s like I' m in the stall with ' em | |
| Molest concepts, stalk rhythms, paid dues, bought wisdom | |
| As legends fall my godmother answer heaven' s call | |
| Preachers' daughters get ed in the reverend' s hall | |
| MC' s reckless eyeball, why y' all wanna go and do that? | |
| Must' ve thought I was solo, the name just ain' t the U-Ac | |
| No mo', still together | |
| Like in the ghetto photo with one nigga in the chair | |
| Holding liquor in despair, gang signs in the air | |
| I shine in spaces where time is just a glare | |
| Hold the mic like a memory | |
| Niggas say I' m nice with metaphors but these are similes | |
| Street ministry, my poetry' s a penitentiary, track is visitation | |
| Sentences is life, I' m like chief up in this demonstration | |
| Still. . . | |
| Scratched Hook" Still getting mine, in the 1 9 9 9" | |
| Verse 2: Sadat X You squirm with discomfort, wiggle and cough | |
| Six days of madness and you might throw me off | |
| On this great ball of stress that they call the earth | |
| I' mma show y' all in rhyme just how much shit I been through | |
| And all the places I went to, always played the low | |
| It' s like a competition, this mission here I' m telling you | |
| Slip up and rhyme-ass niggas here is felling you | |
| Crash courses, slow down you can' t learn that quick | |
| Cause I' m the dead eye, with the red eye, from Chi to L-I | |
| I thought y' all knew, every year I grew, I' m still growing | |
| And in a year or two I hope my girl' ll be showing | |
| A male seed, praise God I name him Moses | |
| I lead people I want him to, that' s why I chose this | |
| Now is the glass half-full or half-empty | |
| Common, why they tempt me | |
| The king of the simply, bore in mic | |
| I always stay on top cause I give niggas what they like | |
| I know y' all hate that why I feel I owe y' all everyday | |
| If y' all hear it a thousand times, it' s gon' be the same way | |
| The ' Dat-Father, go farther, why bother | |
| Now I' m a peaceful man, I don' t want no stress | |
| You know I' m still. . . | |
| Scratched Hook" Still getting mine, in the 1 9 9 9" | |
| Verse 3: Common Yo yo, some get Range Rovers, | |
| some religion change-over | |
| Angel on my main shoulder telling me remain sober | |
| Token nigga, game' s over ain' t no payola in freestyle | |
| In battles, I' m warring like a G-Child | |
| Searching for the child in me, this style in me | |
| This release is like the piece that' s now in me | |
| They tried to ' sassinate me god, like Martin on the balcony | |
| Lyrically I put a hit on ' em, cause I' m the style " Nitti" | |
| Catch a flick at the Liquid Kitty | |
| Trying to get a chick to kick it with me till the tilt | |
| Told her my chamber' s like Wilt | |
| Built with her for a sec, let her know I had respect | |
| Less than a hour she was giving me neck, yo I' m still getting mine | |
| Scratched Hook" Still getting mine, in the 1 9 9 9" |
| Scratched Hook" Still getting mine, in the 1 9 9 9" | |
| Yo, just relax, take it easy, slow down | |
| I had this I had this friend of mine | |
| Who, just, you know, he was moving too fast, you know what I' m sayin'? | |
| I told him to slow down, he said the sun don' t chill | |
| I said, I said still, I said still, you gotta | |
| Just appreciate life, sit back, don' t let it fly right past you | |
| No matter what go on I' m still gettin' mine | |
| No matter the year, no matter the place, no matter the time | |
| Verse 1: Common Check it | |
| It' s like I' m fighting for freedom, writing for freedom | |
| These record company niggas I don' t like when I see ' em | |
| My ancestors, when I' m writing I see ' em and talk with ' em | |
| Hoping in the promise land I can walk with ' em | |
| Shitted on so many rappers it' s like I' m in the stall with ' em | |
| Molest concepts, stalk rhythms, paid dues, bought wisdom | |
| As legends fall my godmother answer heaven' s call | |
| Preachers' daughters get ed in the reverend' s hall | |
| MC' s reckless eyeball, why y' all wanna go and do that? | |
| Must' ve thought I was solo, the name just ain' t the U-Ac | |
| No mo', still together | |
| Like in the ghetto photo with one nigga in the chair | |
| Holding liquor in despair, gang signs in the air | |
| I shine in spaces where time is just a glare | |
| Hold the mic like a memory | |
| Niggas say I' m nice with metaphors but these are similes | |
| Street ministry, my poetry' s a penitentiary, track is visitation | |
| Sentences is life, I' m like chief up in this demonstration | |
| Still. . . | |
| Scratched Hook" Still getting mine, in the 1 9 9 9" | |
| Verse 2: Sadat X You squirm with discomfort, wiggle and cough | |
| Six days of madness and you might throw me off | |
| On this great ball of stress that they call the earth | |
| I' mma show y' all in rhyme just how much shit I been through | |
| And all the places I went to, always played the low | |
| It' s like a competition, this mission here I' m telling you | |
| Slip up and rhyme-ass niggas here is felling you | |
| Crash courses, slow down you can' t learn that quick | |
| Cause I' m the dead eye, with the red eye, from Chi to L-I | |
| I thought y' all knew, every year I grew, I' m still growing | |
| And in a year or two I hope my girl' ll be showing | |
| A male seed, praise God I name him Moses | |
| I lead people I want him to, that' s why I chose this | |
| Now is the glass half-full or half-empty | |
| Common, why they tempt me | |
| The king of the simply, bore in mic | |
| I always stay on top cause I give niggas what they like | |
| I know y' all hate that why I feel I owe y' all everyday | |
| If y' all hear it a thousand times, it' s gon' be the same way | |
| The ' Dat-Father, go farther, why bother | |
| Now I' m a peaceful man, I don' t want no stress | |
| You know I' m still. . . | |
| Scratched Hook" Still getting mine, in the 1 9 9 9" | |
| Verse 3: Common Yo yo, some get Range Rovers, | |
| some religion change-over | |
| Angel on my main shoulder telling me remain sober | |
| Token nigga, game' s over ain' t no payola in freestyle | |
| In battles, I' m warring like a G-Child | |
| Searching for the child in me, this style in me | |
| This release is like the piece that' s now in me | |
| They tried to ' sassinate me god, like Martin on the balcony | |
| Lyrically I put a hit on ' em, cause I' m the style " Nitti" | |
| Catch a flick at the Liquid Kitty | |
| Trying to get a chick to kick it with me till the tilt | |
| Told her my chamber' s like Wilt | |
| Built with her for a sec, let her know I had respect | |
| Less than a hour she was giving me neck, yo I' m still getting mine | |
| Scratched Hook" Still getting mine, in the 1 9 9 9" |
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