Common — Funkmaster Flex Freestyle

[Flex] Common, What's your twitter my brother? (Yo @Common, check me out y'all, let's go) Google+, all of that, this is what it is, it don't stop Common let's go, my brother [Common] Yo, ashtrays and cigarettes, last days indigenous people These are adventures of young black millionaires I am the voice of the meek and underprivileged The smell of success, I want y'all to get a whiff of this On the move like black slaves through the wilderness I write it and still get invited to white Christmases When I was young 3 wise men came to visit us One a hustler, one a king, one a prisoner They cracked the bottle, and then start giving gifts "You from Chicago - we want you to deliver this" Show the walking dead who the true and living is Separate the fake from who the real niggas is Hot tub time machine back to the Sybaris Hats from liquor stores to avoid syphilis Frivolous spending, drunk nights with storybook endings I guess it's my addiction to women, ah! I was in France, Hennessey blending Writing my own rhymes like I'm Tennessee Williams Now I'm right here with the brother named Flex Y'all know the context, Com'll get sex He talk about the ladies and yo yo, you see me um He said we got them broads, yo yo they premium That's how it is yo getting into the biz You know Com Sense always said what it is, so yo You should know I'm coming down, you should see a Brother Com Sense with the album "The Dreamer, The Believer" It's like that y'all, right here Hot 97, in Flex We Trust