Common been garbage for over 15 years.....
weakest verse on respiration
all three did their thing but the weakest was definitely talib like it usually is. mos > com > talib
weakest verse on respiration
I remember Com having the best verse. Even if you don't agree, there's no way his verse was worse than Kweli's
Com > Mos >>>> Kweli
I liked LWFC but i disagree, Common honestly started to fall off once he stopped drinking, went neo-soul/got badu'ed and dropped Sense from his name...
Resurrection-era Com would a fukking monster, and in the case for best mc out IMO back then.
King Kreole
natural blondie like goku
fukkING CRYING
thewiseman
op
I agree
CrownHeights
Superstar
DoubleClutch
Superstar
I’m from Chicago, nobody’s smiling
nikkas wyling on Stoney Island
Where the chief and the president come from
Pop out, pop pills, pop guns
On the deck when the ops come
Pop some, ops run
This ain’t a game nikka, ain’t no options
nikka selling on the block like an auction
Dig into my pockets, see a profit
Where the money and the bytches is where the guys is
Godfathers in the lodges, at the spot holding money like a hostage
She went ostrich, from the projects with posture
I draw with the goddess like an artist
Getting paper with no margins, money gods
I do it for Hadiya and Trayvon Martin, Yo
In the Chi ain’t a damn thing funny
Thinking of ways to get money
Drive down Lake Shore, scheming how to make more
If we ain’t eating together what is this cake for?
Ain’t nobody giving it, that’s what we take for
nikkas is broke, what I need to brake for
Glaciers of ice, lazers and lice
Let the chains glow heavy, we paid for 'em twice
Made for the life, fall out like we out of bounds
Bars and guns, nikkas got a lot of rounds
Tripping like you from out of town
The four pound will leave you on the ground without a sound
Ain’t no fathers round, sons of anarchy
Fighting attempts, trafficking, and grand larceny
At the party with the thots with the extra body
I’m in the inner city, it’s an out of body............. experience
nikkas wyling on Stoney Island
Where the chief and the president come from
Pop out, pop pills, pop guns
On the deck when the ops come
Pop some, ops run
This ain’t a game nikka, ain’t no options
nikka selling on the block like an auction
Dig into my pockets, see a profit
Where the money and the bytches is where the guys is
Godfathers in the lodges, at the spot holding money like a hostage
She went ostrich, from the projects with posture
I draw with the goddess like an artist
Getting paper with no margins, money gods
I do it for Hadiya and Trayvon Martin, Yo
In the Chi ain’t a damn thing funny
Thinking of ways to get money
Drive down Lake Shore, scheming how to make more
If we ain’t eating together what is this cake for?
Ain’t nobody giving it, that’s what we take for
nikkas is broke, what I need to brake for
Glaciers of ice, lazers and lice
Let the chains glow heavy, we paid for 'em twice
Made for the life, fall out like we out of bounds
Bars and guns, nikkas got a lot of rounds
Tripping like you from out of town
The four pound will leave you on the ground without a sound
Ain’t no fathers round, sons of anarchy
Fighting attempts, trafficking, and grand larceny
At the party with the thots with the extra body
I’m in the inner city, it’s an out of body............. experience
“Yo, on the amen corner I stood looking at my former hoodweakest verse on respiration
Felt his spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good...”
No wonder Common dropped Sense from his name, you nikkaz have lost all of yours
Playaz Eyez
Veteran
Be - 2005
Finding Forever - 2007
Dreamer/Believer - 2011
His last 2 recent albums were cool but not up to the level of the other 3. Fail of a thread.
Finding Forever - 2007
Dreamer/Believer - 2011
His last 2 recent albums were cool but not up to the level of the other 3. Fail of a thread.