Common Hungry Lyrics

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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]
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

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

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