Common Streets - Hilltop Hoods

It's all the same
Regardless of your record and your name
Rappers walking in the rain
Tryna state there claim
I can take the weight they just
Take the back pain
There's much to gained with the money and fame
It's like that
I feel the power when I hear it in the streets
It's like that
It used to be about the lyrics and beats
Behind that
From tomorrow until commercialism
And now it's built as a prison
For us to walk common streets
Now if flesh is weak
My passion is my shield
And my strength is my speech
In which I'll make men yield
Cuz in the field of expertise
Man you rappers flex with ease
Using hip-hop as gimmicks in which to gain s*x with these
With a joint or a bottle
And a picturing posing crew
The only thing I ever learned is
I can only trust a chosen few
I got respect for my crew
And love for my home
Never claimednbsp throne from the use of microphone
Just let me rideeee
Or all you critics claiming minor skies
Better trade in ya faget
As you look into my eyes
And my sumizeee'll be the day that hip-hop dies
Or at least until the day the mass of boysnbsp
With everynbsp on your faith
Companies supporting any and every
Breathe or laugh I take
Makes me gag in nauzia
It's just the asthma
It's chokin' me vocally
Provokin' me to live with frustration with words but locally
Cuz globally I'm f**ked if you ever notice me
So I cling to what I got and rock the spot with chromozee
Cuz sometimes
The people just don't wanna let go
Now put that mic down before you get crushed like Thredbo
But hold it now
Who said were walking common streets
You just keep rollin' them beats hip-hop cost all anbsp
Some lost there creativity and our sense ofnbsp humble
Ali threw in the gloves so now I'm rumblin' in the jungle
Don't you worry cuz them punks will fall off figures
Times I wrote these shackle
Dadadada
You lost that love I feelnbsp and crackles
And only time he's able to heal the wounds
That was opennbsp truthnbsp community you food basket
Hypocrites contradicting s**t every bit of it
I've heard more to save the gasnbsp illiterate
I just hung my head in my hands and kept workin' on the beats
But now were workin for the lands maybe one day common streets
It's all the same
Regardless of your record and your name
Rappers walking in the rain
Tryna state there claim
I can take the weight they just
Hate the back pain
There's much to gained with the money and fame
It's like that
I feel the power when I hear it in the streets
It's like that
It used to be about the lyrics and beats
Behind that
From tomorrow until commercialism
And now this spirits a prison
For us to walk common streets
It's all the same
Common streets
Can you feel it
Can you feel the vibe
Seems I'm in a dream as I'm walk through the southside
Can you feel it
Can you feel the vibe
Cuz it looks like we leavin' to the people walkin' by
Can you feel it
Can you feel the vibe
Cuz it looks like we leavin' to the people walkin' by