Common - Made In Black America lyrics

rate me

Feat. Ab-Soul

(Intro)

The Los Angeles Leakers,

That is an amazing name

Whomever came up with that name

Is a f...freaking genius

Tearing this bitch up!

This is another Los Angeles Leaker

You fucking corkscrew face-having ass motherfucker!

(Verse)

Made in Black America, metaphor for a predator

Been to the Mediterranean, on my papers like a editor

I flow like a reservoir, dog

Rap Tarantino, off the chain like Django

Still let the chain glow, where they bang known

And niggas get shot like camera angles

In rap videos put up on Vimeo

I'm where the buck 50 bicentennial perennial all-star

Fruit that don't fall far from Islam

When rap is dead, I had the fluid that embalmed

I speak, you know I'm in the building like an intercom

Enter Com, the world's most...

Intricate, integrated with imminent

Domain, I'm feeling myself like a sentiment-

-tal letter written to myself, aspirin' for greatness, wellness and wealth

I'm cold, I'm hard to melt

I'm more than a hot song, or a hot album

Ask my ex, I still live on like Malcolm

My spirit and style done a transformation

Make room, I don't need reservations

You suite as a hotel, I stay presidential

Strange to be sinful and know that Heaven sent you

To rearrange the mental, I've seen things we've been through

It's hard for a man to claim gentile, let me change the tempo

I be with broads that got they shit together

Even if it ain't meant forever, still smoke the spliff together

The essence of the herbs, the presence of the words

Yeah you got a chest but I'm treasurin' your curves

You walk past, I'ma look behind you

Look you up and down to find you

Can see I was designed to, give you power and refine you

You fucking with me we can grind to

Gather the better Black America

(Verse)

Made in Black America, takin' threats from a terrorist

We will never meet but the media feed hysteria

And I be inferior, if I be in fear of ya

More godly than gluttonous but my supper's superior

You know the difference 'tween the kids with the lunch tickets

And the ones with the money, in the cafeteria

I break bread with with my brethren like a pizzeria

Spinnin' dough, you'll find red dots over cheese, be a-

-ware of your whereabouts, don't be feeble

I'm pissed off, tinkle is the onomatopoeia

You's just a little star (twinkle) sure ain't me

Been a superstar since ma made me

My president is black

I wonder if Pac thought we was ready for that, or did we move too fast?

I don't give a fuck, shit my grandpa glad

They pass that gun law or not, niggas still gon' pop up dead

Yeah, I'm the Morpheus in this hip-hop matrix,

Exposin' fake shit

Used to borrow dollars, now my sense ain't so common

Went across the whole nation screamin' Hiiipower

Never been a racist, but I love horsepower, I'm hot

That's why I got the fans in the stands

Em fans googlin', enemies shakin' hands

Restorin' the balance, detourin' the malice

We kill you motherfuckin' mice with a mallet

This is Huey P Newton with a QP

Bobby with a Seale, Fred Hampton on pills

In the Hamptons, now that's real, what's happenin'?

I'm just trying to teach my homies 'bout the Emerald tablets

Stop the war in Syria over a bowl of cereal

Kill a instrumental then book a flight on Expedia

To the nation's capital, Golf Wang radical

Black lip pastor, tip the usher when he pass yah

Welcome to Black America