Sorry but Yasin>>>>>>
Common's verse on respiration is goated
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Shhit is poetry bruhYo, on The Amen, corner I stood lookin' at my former hood
Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good
Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldn't mask it
Mixing down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered
I choreograph seven steps to Heaven (what?)
Inhale waitin' to exhale and make the bread leaven
Veteran of a Cold War, it's Chica-I-go for
What I know or what's known
So some days I take the bus home (yeah), just to touch home
From the crib, I spend months gone
Sat by the window with a clutched dome
Listening to shawties cuss long
Young girls with weak minds, but they butt strong
Tried to call, or at least beep the Lord but didn't have a touch-tone
It's a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on
Some of this land I must own, outta the city, they want us gone
Tearin' down the 'jects, creating plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Asked my guy how he thought travelin' the world sound
Found it hard to imagine he hadn't been past Downtown
It's deep, I heard the city breathe in its sleep
Of reality, I touch, but for me, it's hard to keep
It's deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep
Of reality, I touch, but for me, it's hard to keep
((ReFleXioN)) EteRNaL
Hussle & Motivate
Yea you could definitely make the case. The imagery mos paints with his words is fukkin magical. Mos at his peak could be the greatest lyricist that ever lived....his line "blasting holes in the night til she bled sunshine" is such a simple yet brilliant way to describe violence in the inner city. Bullet holes piercing the night sky and making it bleed sunshine....I mean come the fukk on. Mos is a fukkin genius
....I don't think anybody alive coulda fukked with him at that time.Stay alive, you play or die, no options
No Batman and Robin (what?)
Can't tell between the cops and the robbers
They both partners, they all heartless
With no conscience, backstreets stay darkened
Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened
My eagle talons stay sharpened, like city lights stay throbbing
You either make a way or stay sobbing, the shiny apple
Is bruised but sweet and if you choose to eat
You could lose your teeth, many crews retreat
Nightly news repeat, who got shot down and locked down
Spotlight to savages, NASDAQ averages
My narrative, rose to explain this existence
Amidst the harbor lights which remain in the distance
So much on my mind that it can't recline
Blasting holes in the night 'til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Yo, don't the bass ride out like an ancient mating call?
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing
Chest heaving, against the flesh of the evening
Sigh before we die like the last train leaving
RickyDiBiase
aka Hash Brown Hands
almost on par with the World is Yours for me personally.
wild100sboy
Superstar
This song really got me into this sound of hip hop. Haven’t looked back since 
dora_da_destroyer
Master Baker
Got this track on my favorites list on Spotify. I’m about to go revisit this era.
Incredible verses and performances on this joint.
Solomon Lurke
My Boys Dey Be Lurkin...
Crazy this was brought up. Literally been playing this song again the last few weeks. Started a whole new playlist around it.
qnsfinest
Superstar
One of my favorite songs ever from one of my favorite albums ever.
Every verse is fire, but Commin killed it.
Me and my boy were just discussing this being the best 3 man posse cut song of all time. Other than verbal intercourse
Every verse is fire, but Commin killed it.
Me and my boy were just discussing this being the best 3 man posse cut song of all time. Other than verbal intercourse