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P's & Q's Lyrics

P's & Q's by Saukrates  

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P's & Q's featuring Common Sense

(Saukrates) [Common]
Word up Saukrates in the house [yeah yeah]
‘bout to turn it all out again
y'all niggas check my shit out

check me out

Verse 1:
Amazed dudes to wack crews
Lay it down
Kids could never walk a mile in my shoes
Shorties clockin' me
Always be coming in the two
From the north
I'm bringing you tracks and good news
My debut was real to blind industry minds
Who never had the time
Now kids press rewind to the top
But legally I gotta show love
Call me A, B and C, the answers D
All of the above
I attack the microphone like Jack Ripper
Real for stacks, leaving kids no headroom like Max
Try to react, but you were never clam
And never could kick a verse
When worse come to worse I'm better
Shine like genuine rhine, black patented leather
On half naked honeys who forgot about the weather
Fuck an exhibition, and warm up scrimmage
Shoot more words that Macho Man shooting gism in the city

CHORUS:
[Play dis], (play dis)
[Play dis], (play dis)
[Play dis y'all, play dis], (play dis)

[Play dis], (play dis)
[Play dis], (play dis)
[Play dis y'all, play dis], (play dis)

Verse 2: [Common Sense]
Stimulated by a tree and drama
I advanced on a branch of respect and honor
A patient of the Ill state
Sittin' in trauma, never been one to side with hama
For Armageddon, I'm getting armed plus armor
The comma of matter on the rise like a tip
In the southside cider
Your preference to the book that likes to pack humid
To it I react by staying strapped with the mack and courage
Parallel to a carrousel of murders
I prefer to make a life than take a life
Stopped at a street called Wise and made a right
Sort of how I play my broads, just how I play the mic
First I cuff it, then finger fuck it
Check it something rugged, other niggas be reluctant
To touch it after me
Passively they strike, never matching me
Rapidly, don't placidly
I fabricate the verbal tapestry
Tap the key of you conscious
Navigate you like Farrhakan with accomplice

CHORUS

Verse 3: (Saukrates)
Kids setting their watches 5 minutes fast to stay on top of time
But I'm already 10 minutes away
Play what you want to play, he say she say
But Saukrates got the buttas in T dot O dot today

[Common]
Slowly but surely I pour the lyric into the glass of your mind
My rhyming will be the diamond that will cut through
Lines say but you to do, you don't know what to
Got wisdom like a tooth
Incidentally I get buck too
Didn't get my jest, so I just had to do it
My mic or your mic, come on no congruent
Seen broads in brew to me, be jubilee
On my neck be hot jewelry
My old man be schooling me
For sho' I rock good, cats claim this hood and that hood
Black man, your hood is the universe
On this Earth, you were first through the worse
My crew could hearse
Used to go up stairs and went through the purse
I don't cures around juniors
Spread live like rumors
Niggas loved my tape, but how many were consumers?

(Saukrates)
Shout out to honeys working them hourgalss hips
Stay soprano, reading surano
Dramatic… episodes, yo Common
Let me play with niggas brains like clay kits
When I rock stage hits
Skip the rumors and lies
So you're under the stirs
When I drop my hip-hop, you'll be some Maytag repairmen
And flip flop the fake, who thought the scared
And half-assed niggas sending you back to drawing boards
To deliver the real shit, al least we'll spit on you mice
I'm versatile like a plate of read grits

CHORUS 2X

[Common] – talking behind chorus
This is how we bust that shit out
Yeah, yeah
Father time, check it out
We the fathers, y'all know what time it is
You better watch the clock, use your mind
Check it out, yes two brothers need to rhyme

Verse 4:
Never eat swine, we don't need it on our pizza
Just cheese, checkered MCs
They better freeze
Check it our, they bumble like bees
No I ain't a killer
I'm the nigga that don't drink Miller
I like Heineken, it's sort of like my vitamin
I gotta rhyme, because I got a big mouth
Where I come from, what, what
I side with the Southside
Niggas outside with they half (lap?) tops
I'm telling you, check it out
I rock the black block
I rock the black blocks all over
Call over on some ill shit, yeah
My niggas Sauk come to do it
Yo we got to get into it
Check it out, this is how I blew it
Right here, now yeah, yeah

(Peace out, T dot, O dot)
[It's that ol' adlib shit]

Music fade



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