Lyric Interlude

[Featuring Common]
Intro:
On the southside. Ha gon get down with that get down let me spit
rounds
this is how that shit sounds check it out ch all. Ha.
It s the metaphysicals some say the score the revolution therefore
I have come a calm before the storm
Words are born formed drawn in the brain
Sorn scorn by the pourin rain
But I can stand it seldom do I feel stranded
Granded I stand with the style that is free
I m the Mandela ask Nelson brothers love me
I lay it lovely I m ugly bogus on the mic
I strike like a teacher rappers are line
Stand in line with they signs tryin to picket
They pick it the way I kick it
Cause with it I m not wicked cause that s malignant
I use my figments which is vivid
And give it to ya baby like love without no limit
I have no limits no gimmicks no image don t mimick
I m finished no minutes to be timid
Which shit stick should I spit with?
I m the nitwit that shit sick I stick with and kick with
The crew I clique with that s who I sit witha and trip with
And sip with the buds are lifted and gold digified
And hit without equipment I ve often been depicted
On the solid when it likwit
Yo this is shit is for my man Honda