In My Own World (Check The Method) - Common

No time to get all excited just write it
From the inside let the pen slide and spread
The ink on the papyrus come understand this
What
Paint the canvas givin you my vision
To mold you compose you
Get a picture of the scene
Then get an exposure
Words out my cipher
The life of my circle
Train tracks aside of me
Cabrini to Idabi
Don't lie to me
You want me in your needle
Squirt me in your vein
Maintain on the couch
I excite your brain till I'm out of your system
Be digger not a n****r or a niggerole I figure you're
The winner of the bread
Precede your thoughts
'Fore they come into your head
Yo kid kinda nice
From the word
I speak
Unique
Clear and concise
Heads I'm boring
Soaring to a new height of flight
And then fight the night
With a light to gain sight make your competition say AIGHT
No I
D
From the city with a bridge on thirty first
Makin all butt crews disperse
Chorus：repeat 4X
No I
D
I'm in my own world
Yeah yeah
Now check the method
Verse Two：Common
No I
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Check the method
I'm in my own world
I say pay attention boy
I say UHH looka here
I want you to see me when you do you look and fear
I dilate pupils it's cornea than a retina
My Book of Life you felt it
Because of the texture
When I'm bubbly I call the ex ta
See if she still love me
I'm advanced like a copy studs be on my sac to dub me
CHEAP a*s n***aZ
Go and purchase it
I ain't do all this work for s**t
My style's my child I gave birth to it
Like an immaculate conception
Clean I came
Went through label pains
Didn't give shorty a name
I put
Bros before h*es that's the way love and life goes
It's a Jungle out there but I'm never Fever in for them white h*es
I love black thighs
You sisters better realize
The real hair and real eyes get real guys
So before you makeup your face
You better make up your mind
I hope you wake up in time for the revolution
Or you gon be like
I can't believe it
I got shot
Bowe/bo so I lick one
Not for Ridd**k
But I got the Rid
For my d**k
And the crab MC's that be all over it
Huh
What good is the Rid without the comb
I'm the street pick peace to Nick
Tim
Mark and Sekendall
I remember me and Deion tried to get into Mendal
I didn't have No I
D
They wouldn't let me in
Now them same gumps be askin me to get them in
I be like
You don't know me
Fool
And color it purple
Cause he ain't in my circle
Now I'm talkin square biz to you and I'm out
I'm in my own world