In My Own World (Check The Method) Lyrics
| Song | In My Own World (Check The Method) |
| Artist | Common |
| Album | Resurrection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Common | |
| ('yeah yeah, now check the method' - extra p from atcq's _keep it | |
| Rollin_) | |
| * cut and scratched 4x by mista sinister | |
| Verse one：no i.d. | |
| 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 nigger 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.d.] ('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 ass niggaz! go and purchase it | |
| I ain't do all this work for shit | |
| 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 hoes that's the way love and life goes | |
| It's a jungle out there but i'm never fever-in for them white hoes | |
| 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 riddick | |
| But i got the rid, for my dick | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Common | |
| ' yeah yeah, now check the method' extra p from atcq' s _keep it | |
| Rollin_ | |
| cut and scratched 4x by mista sinister | |
| Verse one: no i. d. | |
| 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 nigger 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 thirtyfirst | |
| 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. d. ' 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 ass niggaz! go and purchase it | |
| I ain' t do all this work for shit | |
| 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 hoes that' s the way love and life goes | |
| It' s a jungle out there but i' m never feverin for them white hoes | |
| 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 riddick | |
| But i got the rid, for my dick | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Common | |
| ' yeah yeah, now check the method' extra p from atcq' s _keep it | |
| Rollin_ | |
| cut and scratched 4x by mista sinister | |
| Verse one: no i. d. | |
| 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 nigger 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 thirtyfirst | |
| 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. d. ' 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 ass niggaz! go and purchase it | |
| I ain' t do all this work for shit | |
| 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 hoes that' s the way love and life goes | |
| It' s a jungle out there but i' m never feverin for them white hoes | |
| 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 riddick | |
| But i got the rid, for my dick | |
| 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 |
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