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