Resurrection

作词 : Lonnie Lynn/Dion Wilson

作曲 : Lonnie Lynn/Dion Wilson

"Resurrection"

Verse 1

I stagger in the gatherin' possessed by a patter-in

That be scatterin'

Over the global, my vocals be travelin', unravelin' my abdomen

It's slime that's babblin' grammatics that are masculine

I grab the men, verbally badgering broads

I wish that Madelyne was back on Video LP

I went against all odds and got a even steven

Proceed to read and not believin' everything I'm readin'

But my brain was bleedin', needin' feedin', and exercise

I didn't seek the best of buys, it's a lie to textualize

I analyze where I rest my eyes

And chastise the best of guys with punchlines

I'm Nestle when it's crunch-time

For your mind like one time

If poetry was pussy I'd be sunshine

'Cause I deliver like the Sun-Times

Confined in once-mines on dumb rhymes I combine

I'm hype like I'm unsigned, my diet I un-swine

Eating beef sometimes -- I try to cut back on that shit

This rap shit is truly outta control

My style is too developed to be arrested

It's the freestyle, so now it's out on parole

They tried to hold my soul in a holding cell so I would sell

I bonded with a break and had enough to make bail

A Mr. Meaner fell on his knee for the jury

I asked No for his ID and the judge thought there was two of me

Motion for a recess to retest my fingerprints

They relinquished Sense, 'cause I was guilty in a sense

"Resurrection"

Verse 2

I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike when in dim light

I use insight to enlight devices hit the skin tight

Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe, imagination's in flight

I send light, like Ben's kite, I've been bright

Get open like on gym nights and in fights I send rights

Don't hook with skins my friends like, I spend nights up in dykes

In spite, I've been indicted as a freak of all trades

(Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo) I got it made

I bathe in bass lines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums

Come from a tribe of bums hooked on Negro and mums

Had to halt with the, malt liquor

'Cause off the malt liquor, I fought niggas

Now my speech and thoughts quicker

Cruise the Southside streets with no heat and no sticker

UAC got my back and we don't get no thicker

UAC got my back and we don't get no thicker

UAC got my back and we don't, now check it

I'm a ho but not a ho nigga, ain't scared of no nigga

When it's my turn to go, I gotta go

And I'm gone with the storm

"Resurrection"

Produced by: No I.D.

Samples:Dolphin Dance by Ahmad Jamal Trio / No Delayin' by Nice & Smooth