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The
Common q-tip

Yo, we all got different things that we got to with. we always are

To put the blame on something else rather sometimes looking at
Ourselves, a lot of the stuff that happens, sometimes it has to do
With other things...but if we within ourselves, we could prevent a lot of
nonsense sometimes, y'know. it's about
Relating back to the essence y'know I'm sayin', where it all stems from.
do my
Thing this drum, like a native tongue.
one q-tip:
Do what you will, if you feel that steeze is real
Complicated with the over reel to reel
Brown skin is what I feel, my mind and appeal
Is to the no-frill mills, who hear the to chill
Constantly, I'm hearing americans just sneering
Looking for a leader who can fill us up with
Hitting us up with emotional chat
the fact
That the
Is constantly back
50 tracks back in a relay race
And the white team's
So keep up the pace
And I be needing something that could my logical taste
At the end of the race is there a paradise
Yo, we can't get involved in what the man is doing
Material we put too much in persuing
"yo duke, I this dope so we can step to this party"
But we can all mardi
that shit in our body
"what that got to do that"
kid that's the essence,
Your physical
Embodies lesson
You can't run the rolls royce if the is busted.
Can't life the knife to cut the mustard.
we need to do first
Now to this verse
concentrate on our spiritual plate.
Recognize your existence in this vast blue
From a tiny cloud of
To the beings with taste, sight, touch, smell
And
deem it profound!
And prioritize this cause it was wish
"allah? I'm god"
"no I ddon't believe that. a mystery"
"if God is so good why shit be happening to me? "
There's divinity
we come from the divine
A force that's not but yo we feel it every time
When the wind blows, and the turns,
And the drops, and the babies cry
And the fly, and the grounds quake,
And the gleam, yo
So things are evidence of it's existence
What we to do is link it with persistence,
me out, yo
Once we recognize that, we can ahead
tongues, common sense yo he's hip-hop bred...

From the spiritual world my life has developed
First I lost close to me was stella
of my mellows
Lost their and their brothers
For I feel empathy
But I pouring out fuckin' hennessee
I pour my heart out when I see dot out on the
two weeks ago he slapped-boxed with death
I hear of niggas in the wind and on the news
But when somebody you know it hits you
And emotions get
I ain't in your shoes,
I judge you for knocking
Because the spirit of the ghetto "you gotta!"
They snatch you from rock flippin'
Give back into the neighborhood, you better start
stores
On the
I'm tired of arabs giving me my back
Devil bomb my
My tomorrow he never gave
I lay back, looking at the
what can I do
So my homie have to be dealing
Not cause you and I'm rapping I'm better
Just different pieces to the of black life
That we gotta put together, to better
Cause families we raise
No matter how long the
Shorter become the
Men become women
And no difference in the
If you got popped times
You for a reason
Let's put this five, ten come-up plan in progression
we count our papers
Count our