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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Common
Common
Performer
Jim Godsey
Jim Godsey
Recorder
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ernest Wilson
Ernest Wilson
Composer
Lonnie Lynn
Lonnie Lynn
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Common
Common
Executive Producer
Jim Godsey
Jim Godsey
Recording Engineer
Ernest Wilson
Ernest Wilson
Producer
Troy Hightower
Troy Hightower
Mixing Engineer
Derek Dudley
Derek Dudley
Executive Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Envisioning the hereafter, listenin' to Steve Wonder On a quest for love like the Proceed drummer I strike like lightning and don't need thunder Inhale imagination and breathe wonder That's your lady, I used to run up in her and G weed from her It's a cold world and niggas need summer At times my going forward seems like retreat As I rewrite rhyme after rhyme and throw away beats Growing into my britches, outgrowing the streets There's a thin line between war and peace, whores and jeeps Ignore MCs like beeps, scribblin' freedom on pages My third eye is like pink eye, seemin' contagious Redeemin' the ancients with ace this rhyme jargon I feel Mexican, hip hop is my garden Don't give a fuck where you chartin', certain shit I can't honor It ain't that you sellin', it's your karma Rappers I monitor like a chaperone, you large and haven't grown Poetically perform fly-bys, another rapper gone The stage becomes a catacomb, I rap like a mummy Not for the money, I could have sampled Diana Ross a long time ago My mind of flow is like motor key 20 Youngblood said he had dimes, I prayed that he see 20 Hollerin' at the brothers, either you gon be a thug or a man Flip drugs and get land, I can see my man Rashad As he described how the bucks hit him And said slugs was still stuck in him, when it rained, it fucked with him This bucket interrupt wisdom and asked when my album was comin' I said it's here It's here It's here It's here It's here It's here It's here It's here It's here It's here It's here It's here It's here It's here It's here It's here It's here...,
Writer(s): Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Ernest Dion Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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