my senses Every time I close my eyes I have no defenses You come to my senses I can't stop this ache inside I have no defenses You come to my senses
cream, cream Legs open, I'm in between You squelch and scream, I split your gene My chi, my yi, my shit, my jig My lee, my con, crown me Kong King Bottles
is my tutor So well he's teaching me In the education of appreciation And I got my PH.D. In Georgia you're all that's on my mind In Cape Cod the ocean
you gotta just watch out for your own 'Cause ain't a damn thing free back home We're takin' you back home y'all Yeah, it's Common Sense, my God Mike
reeled it in It?ll be interesting to see how much she?s done as well Then there?s my friend from Chicago God do I love all people from Chicago All ready
eye to eye And wonder why I don't wanna die I hope you don't wanna die So why bring it my way? "Common Sense in a ghetto in Chicago" [Common] Yo Tekzilla You
show you a style and throw you? For all competitors, Black Thought comin through the seckle 'cause I'm the superior style and you inferior Let me adjust my voice so you
friends on Tequila, oh Then there's my Cupid friend She sure knows how to dress, that one She's a wise and worldly girl But you gotta watch that medication My
Kan-ye, then it's straight Colleges, in ya veins cause you spit what you came from Straight knowledge, I was raised in the street Praised in my heat, holdin' on my
