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featuring Common
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*send corrections directly to typist*
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[Common]
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Yeah this is the truth
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Common Sense wit Tony Touch
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It's the type of music we be
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From Chicago to New York
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I ain't move I'm just movin crowds baby
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Yo yo check it
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Supreme life I seen light at the end of the path
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Beginning wit math stumbled found a gym in a half
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Cognac pimps Hennessey's resemble my dad
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Went to, the School of Hard Knocks, it's hard to remember the staff
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>From the land of shit-talk
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Point stars and pitch forks, this ain't a game, only a bitch barks
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The streets is stayin hard, peoples tryin to out-think God
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Tradin crack for link cards
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Heavy, so I sleep hard and breathe eye accounts
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In this paper marathon, meditatin to tapes of Farrakhan
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And Seravon, sharin songs wit broads, I know they need it
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It's like I'm Eldrige Cleaver wit my mind set on cleavage
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Reachin for the heavens since the bliss fell from the elevated, I speak
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Wit Technics like a 1200
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Black males wanted, the sign of the times
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Read: one for project prisons wanted dead
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I sped to the light, my realness bled through the mic
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Like Marvin, I'm willing to save the children givin lead to the night
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It was written but untold
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Some hold the scroll in the hearts, the truth is told in the arts
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Like old school to park, my thoughts connect
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No longer is it impeach the president or break to mic check
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I circumcised the clouds, wit thoughts that raise your third eyebrow
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Cuz the sun is my child, bloaw
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Yeah it's Com Sense, Tony Touch
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Peace to my god NO ID, yeah Y-Not, Dug Infinite, Sean Lett
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We just bringin it to y'all Chicago style to New York
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And we travellin all over the world, peace
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Common Freestyle
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| Tony Touch |
