Common Hungry Lyrics

One Day It’ll All Make Sense Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Introspective
  • 2 Invocation
  • 3 Real Nigga Quotes
  • 4 Retrospect for Life
  • 5 Gettin’ Down at the Amphitheater
  • 6 Food for Funk
  • 7 G.O.D. (Gaining One’s Definition)
  • 8 My City
  • 9 Hungry
  • 10 All Night Long
  • 11 Stolen Moments, Part I
  • 12 Stolen Moments, Part II
  • 13 1’2 Many…
  • 14 Stolen Moments, Part III (intro/outro)
  • 15 Making a Name for Ourselves
  • 16 Reminding Me (of Sef)
  • 17 Pop’s Rap, Part II / Fatherhood
  • Yo *****s don't want none of this
    *****s know they can't **** with this
    Turn this **** up just a little more

    I walk the night in rhyming armor bomb a ***** like a winter coat
    Have him on Death Row searching for an Interscope
    Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara
    Symbolize dope like sirens do terror
    Mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated
    Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it
    Players is getting traded
    I drop a gem off, them who's style is jaded
    My juice is grated
    **** is so banging *****s say it's gang related
    On philosopher's rink of thought, I've skated with precision
    Crews is gettin split like decisions
    Com will let it ride in collision
    Vision like Colleco or tele, I battle stars in stellar

    Regions, my thought scheme was my like my offspring
    Now, it's teething
    My reason of rhyme applies to season and time
    Season of mind , body and regions divine
    In mom's cookouts, I'm leaving the swine
    Verbal vegetarian, squashed beef with Ice Cube
    Came in this rap life nude
    Now I'm fully clothed with flows
    You tricks can't hide behind expensive cars and clothes
    Old *****s I expose like Luke does hoes in videos
    With classic material, imperial and rugged like
    Got mag, but my slugs a mic
    You fake like a smile, like a hug, I'm tight
    Skip ladies, this is rip a ************ night
    Oracle arouse, *****s don't even run for cover right
    Downtown interracial lovers hold hands
    I breathe heavy like an old man, with a cold can of Old Style
    Hold a Stone Isle profile
    Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when I go wild
    Hold mics like a second nut until the second coming
    Humming coming towards you with power like forest do
    Hip hop, you my ***** and like a Ford, I'm Exploring you
    So, wack *****s be cool, with them, I stay cordial
    Flowing room temperature, cats is presumed miniature
    Like golf. Soft like Tiger Woods
    And real ***** angles I've stood with ways that's geometric
    Don't need to rob banks with dike broads to Set it
    I levitate to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist
    Rhyme wise, you a rest haven
    You sat by the door spooked like I was Wes Craven
    You need to do more deletin and less savin
    A praise in hell, raisin heaven
    Like the bill on my pager leavens
    What you should have known from day one
    You will on day seven

    Hungry hip hop junkie in the city [Repeat: x3]

    Written by: Ernest Wilson, Lonnie Lynn
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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