ntro:

Yeah I'ma get this one off for Eighty Seven Street

South side of Chicago Chicago everywhere check it

It's like c'mon y'all get live get down

Common Sense is in your town

I said c'mon y'all get live get down

Common sense is in your town

Verse One:

I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter in

That be scatterin

Over the globe will my vocals be travellin

Unravellin my abdomen it's slime that's babblin

Grammatics that are masculine

I grab them in, verbally badgerin broads

I wish that Madelline, was back on Video LP

Raps I make up like blacks do excuses

I feel like Noah, hookin my mellows up on deuces

If a broad ain't got a mind or job or crib she useless

Acoustic basslines embrace rhymes while I chase mines

They say signs of the end is near

I wonder can I walk a righteous path holdin a beer

Got more verses than a Kramer, go off like a pager

Skills uglier than Craig Mack in your ear I'm the flavor

My old bird said some of my songs sound like noise

Don't watch the Bulls as much, they got too many white boys

A million black men walkin, towards one direction

For sure, the cream of the planets... resurrection

Verse Two:

A prophet, raised among black disciples and Vice Lords

Who don't give a fuck about mic cords and nice swords

get up, together black risk your cup

I'm wishin for a change, my man want his change in a cup

Yessir, I'm in the Mix-a-Lot

Bitches put em on the glass while I'm puttin stickers on they ass

I rule everything around me like cash

On the rocks of reality, dreams get smashed

In jams I M*A*S*H like Alan Alda

Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was Little Walter

Eighty-Seven strip