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• Artiste: Common
• Titre: All Kind Of Ideas
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Listen, this is a— Black from the future (Listen, listen) Black from the future (Listen, listen) Fellas Black, black, black, black One more time I wanna give 'em drummers some of this funky soul we got Listen Uh, what (All kind of ideas) [?], uh-huh Yeah, boy Yeah Yeah, yeah, uh-huh Uh, uh, yeah, ayo I'm soul brother uno, black from the future Make beats on the table if I break my computer (Break my computer) Still make hits like I used to Keep your top five, I'm god's favorite producer Sixteen bars of pressure, no metronome Thinking outside the box, that's a better zone So many ideas coming out the wazoo (Uh) It's only one of me, can never do what I do (Ayy) Past, present and future; that is timeless (Uh) Been a lot a things, but I never been rhymeless (Never) Drums like scattered showers when I rain, man (Uh-huh) Giving you food for soul, that's the game plan Tears for fears, I said a shout out to all my peers But I never ran out of all kinds of ideas, I said Tears for fear, a shout out to all my peers But never ran out of all kind of ideas All kind, all, all, all kind of ideas All, all, all kind of ideas All kind of ideas, all kind of ideas... Rack focus to the black Moses that's light skinned A dawn like when the night end, the multi-hyphened My stipend is ripened from Chi' to Big Apple On the mic, I'm Micah Parsons any subject I tackle And grapple with wack dudes And school niggas like black schools 'cause they lack rules Niggas mad 'cause I know that cash rules everything around me except my mind The underground found me, and depth I find on the railroad I unjail souls like harriet Spitting chariots of fire through the wire and live barb fences I murder MCs; some say that it's senseless Bomber like a winter coat though I've been In the trenches Known to go for it like fourth and inches Move the chains, I maneuver through the game My thought grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train Foes came sporting fake smiles like dentures Them monkeys been programmed; at them, I throw wrenches Hunger for the game, your thirst never quenches You search for mentions, I unearth dimensions These are adventures from avalon benches The real hip-hop, Com came to his senses Extensions of a man, the master planned for years For me to bring to the world (All kind of ideas) All kind, all, all, all kind of ideas All, all, all kind of ideas All kind of ideas, all kind of ideas