Car Horn - Common, Madlib

I’m the C O double M O to the N

You heard, motherfucker?

Well boy hear me again

Official raw nigga from the City of Winds

Straight doing it, doing it, I am doing it

What the fuck is going down?

Nigga you sound

Like a real bitch right now, the pound

I gave you I knew I shouldn’t have gave you

Before you was a ho now you think the money made you

A slave to the rhythm, indentured servant of wisdom

Clinton is the pres but I voted for Shirley Chisholm

In a poetical prison, I’m visiting self

For hours, coward niggas get shanked for kicking

Pussy raps, radio is like CO’s they try to push me back

I rip cats out of they suits, give them they hoodies back

I’m from the hood we stack, black fist

«Ooh ohh ahh» is the sound of blackness

These new school cats is classless, influenced by rap shit

Front money, but hustle backwards

I break bread with broads that got they masters and hypes the blaster

Lawyers that work faster and young ghetto bastards

Became childlike with the way I style right

And act, because children naturally react

Respond to the Com as a poet I’m a last like a Don

Cause I’m like that yo, a phenom without shit on my arm

You can’t coherse a verse

I’m a rhyme when I want to get up and rhyme

Some say I’m spaced like John Glenn cause of the places I’ve been

I embrace the vibe, spin, been through cases of Heinekin

Return to orbit on some shit that’s anti-corporate in a Wild Style

Orchard gay rappers is getting tortured for tossing salads

You imbalanced, you rap about violence too much

I go on blind dates with mind states and go dutch

At my shows the law show up, they be thinking it’s a hold up

So many hands go up, but with the band I’m colder

Money folder, you want a fresh style let me show you