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featuring Common 

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[Common] 
Yeah  this is the truth 
Common Sense  wit Tony Touch 
It's the type of music we be 
From Chicago to New York 
I ain't move  I'm just movin crowds baby 
Yo yo check it 
Supreme life  I seen light at the end of the path 
Beginning wit math  stumbled  found a gym in a half 
Cognac  pimps  Hennessey's resemble my dad 
Went to, the School of Hard Knocks, it's hard to remember the staff 
>From the land of shit-talk 
Point stars and pitch forks, this ain't a game, only a bitch barks 
The streets is stayin hard, peoples tryin to out-think God 
Tradin crack for link cards 
Heavy, so I sleep hard and breathe eye accounts 
In this paper marathon, meditatin to tapes of Farrakhan 
And Seravon, sharin songs wit broads, I know they need it 
It's like I'm Eldrige Cleaver wit my mind set on cleavage 
Reachin for the heavens since the bliss fell from the elevated, I speak 
Wit Technics like a 1200 
Black males wanted, the sign of the times 
Read: one for project prisons wanted dead 
I sped to the light, my realness bled through the mic 
Like Marvin, I'm willing to save the children givin lead to the night 
It was written but untold 
Some hold the scroll in the hearts, the truth is told in the arts 
Like old school to park, my thoughts connect 
No longer is it impeach the president or break to mic check 
I circumcised the clouds, wit thoughts that raise your third eyebrow 
Cuz the sun is my child, bloaw 
Yeah it's Com Sense, Tony Touch 
Peace to my god NO ID, yeah Y-Not, Dug Infinite, Sean Lett 
We just bringin it to y'all Chicago style to New York 
And we travellin all over the world, peace

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