| Yo, just relax, take it easy, slow down
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| I had this—I had this friend of mine
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| Who, just, you know, he was moving too fast, you know what I’m sayin'?
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| I told him to slow down, he said the sun don’t chill
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| I said, I said still, I said still, you gotta
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| Just appreciate life, sit back, don’t let it fly right past you
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| No matter what go on I’m still gettin' mine
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| No matter the year, no matter the place, no matter the time
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| Check it
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| It’s like I’m fighting for freedom, writing for freedom
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| These record company niggas I don’t like when I see 'em
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| My ancestors, when I’m writing I see 'em and talk with 'em
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| Hoping in the promise land I can walk with 'em
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| Shitted on so many rappers it’s like I’m in the stall with 'em
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| Molest concepts, stalk rhythms, paid dues, bought wisdom
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| As legends fall my godmother answer heaven’s call
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| Preachers' daughters get fucked in the reverand’s hall
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| MCs reckless eyeball, why y’all wanna go and do that?
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| Must’ve thought I was solo, the name just ain’t the U-Ac
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| No mo', still together
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| Like in the ghetto photo with one nigga in the chair
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| Holding liquor in despair, gang signs in the air
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| I shine in spaces where time is just a glare
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| Hold the mic like a memory
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| Niggas say I’m nice with metaphors but these are similes
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| Street ministry, my poetry’s a penitentiary, track is visitation
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| Sentences is life, I’m like chief up in this demonstration
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| Still…
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| You squirm with discomfort, wiggle and cough
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| Six days of madness and you might throw me off
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| On this great ball of stress that they call the earth
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| I’mma show y’all in rhyme just how much shit I been through
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| And all the places I went to, always played the low
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| It’s like a competition, this mission here I’m telling you
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| Slip up and rhyme-ass niggas here is felling you
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| Crash courses, slow down you can’t learn that quick
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| Cause I’m the dead eye, with the red eye, from Chi to L-I
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| I thought y’all knew, every year I grew, I’m still growing
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| And in a year or two I hope my girl’ll be showing
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| A male seed, praise God I name him Moses
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| I lead people I want him to, that’s why I chose this
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| Now is the glass half-full or half-empty
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| Common, why they tempt me
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| The king of the simply, bore in mic
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| I always stay on top cause I give niggas what they like
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| I know y’all hate that why I feel I owe y’all everyday
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| If y’all hear it a thousand times, it’s gon' be the same way
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| The 'Dat-Father, go farther, why bother
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| Now I’m a peaceful man, I don’t want no stress
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| You know I’m still…
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| Yo yo, some get Range Rovers, some religion change-over
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| Angel on my main shoulder telling me remain sober
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| Token nigga, game’s over ain’t no payola in freestyle
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| In battles, I’m warring like a G-Child
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| Searching for the child in me, this style in me
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| This release is like the piece that’s now in me
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| They tried to 'sassinate me god, like Martin on the balcony
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| Lyrically I put a hit on 'em, cause I’m the style «Nitti»
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| Catch a flick at the Liquid Kitty
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| Trying to get a chick to kick it with me till the tilt
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| Told her my chamber’s like Wilt
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| Built with her for a sec, let her know I had respect
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| Less than a hour she was giving me neck, yo I’m still getting mine |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 1999 , by - Common. Song from the album 1999 / Like They Used To Say, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп