Maintaining Lyrics by Common Sense

Maintaining Lyrics

    Intro:
    Gotta watch out for them critters

    I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live huh (x4)

    Verse 1:
    I was born in Chicago raised on Planet Rock talking zsa zsa zsa zsa,
    Catch knock my tape like beats (uh), I'm fresh as fruits,
    You pussy MC, it's you I rebuke, repent
    You burn up you got me bit, I'm coming as ebit
    Got on big hoes at Freaknit, frequently your telling me
    Won and worn your rockets, so, he ain't put no scratch in my pocket
    Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in Colors
    Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin' to the rear
    But I can't get us all in free (what?) it's just another case of that 2
    dollar MC
    I rock the same clothes 3 days straight to you they wrinkled but to my they
    straight
    Now I'm straight are you straight? I'm straight as long as I got beer
    I thought about it jack, and now I'm out of here

    Hook:
    "Maintain the rock"
    I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh "Don't stop
    the rock" (X4)

    Verse 2:
    I need me some new socks, I need me some new drawers
    I draws attention, like a letter to a sargent
    Theres A Few Good MC's the wack I'm giving code red
    Slim say I got nobody but when they see me at the party they be like
    "Go head, go head", cause I gots the cuts like Bobby, rappers are dickheads
    Choppin' they demo, I do it like Big Red
    My office hours are from 9 to 5, while you avoid the party I make it live
    The fellas nod and the chicks dance
    While I'm coolin' in my jumpers and my big pants
    I'm as dope as PCP, MC's see me and start having flashbacks
    I don't flash scratch, I gotta watch my back
    Now a days blacks don't know how to act, besides Larry Fishburn
    Charles Jug and Wesly Snipes, marks wanna test me because I test the mics
    I check 'em like sound, and like loose I'm down
    Plus I done got better since Soul By the Pound, I maintain

    Hook (X4)

    Verse 3:
    I fall fresh apon the spirit, with the lyric that's overwhelming
    And house more hoes then Spellman, worse unwelcome like James Johnston
    My brains sponcering speech on the mic, I'm like a Jackson
    Rappers I'm fondaling, they try to settle out of court
    But I, could never be bought, what type of rebel eats pork?
    I'll take the cat and never get caught, you wack together we fought
    Cause I can't see my melons boxing if he's not boxin' with 'em
    I don't care who started it, I'm gonna be apart of it
    Regardless of the odds of how hard
    It's been many times we was outnumbered and we still got with them
    I got rhythm from some boogers and some foxes
    But if I becomes a 10 then some brothers all some gin
    And I got juice, and this niggas scared
    I'll F your head up, like the L.A. 4, when I flow for cash I got for broke
    like Mel for Moore
    Why should a male with a B8 get more then me?
    When Rashid got an MC degree, and a doctorine in rockin' shit I go to docs
    to get
    A fishwish with cheese, I don't mix with MCs, cause I just don't like the
    mother____
    But I'm still maintaining

    Hook

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