Ill Camille - Nothin' in Common lyrics

12:34 and I'm wide eyed awake Scribe lines Take em cross state lines Like weight I keeps it black and white Like Apartheid These are "the Breaks" So I'm a die trying Word to my Curtiss mind state Oh You forgot I Been famous for slayin n***as Layin inside of the chalk lines You holdin ya crotch why? Fakin- It is not fine Shot fired Yo Ain't bussin you stuck in box With nothin to say like a pantomime Some of yall dandelion like Very John Candy actin When the Cannon 7ds get to goin The director yellin action! Then I'm at em Like a Tweet (Tweet) Even a BM and side piece will agree That I'm sweet but street saavy The type to pee in the alley Be slangin with my cd em For $3 at the swapmeet Keep it G Even in Khakis or without em I'm still Cali Still bout-bout it Won't get this hoochie up Out me So I'm doin like summer do Bring the heat then watch em fall to knees Like a deacon doin altar call Cue applause All -y'all-Betta recognize I'm a quick witted sister Very with the sh** And I'm Considered to be Somethin like an elevator Bruh Between the Mercury My stock and my demand is goin up Throw me a couple and I'll wreck em just because This is what I does Natural matrimony homie This what I love An imbalanced chick With a real niche for being sick I simply am Minus plastic No diss to Nicki M Dog the mic And then I'm off up in the wind Cat fight and all Leave that to Eartha Kitt Show em What I'm workin wit Yup I be showing my a** huh Sa**y and some They Can't stand Tan-dem with me But I neverlet it go to my head My cerebellum is swelling They green They hella jealous The elephant in the room Dudes is tuckin they tails With they boo at the movies scared That I might pull up and hell brakin loose Like 2 devils Hello Girl with a message This For the burbs x ghettos Yo I'm tryina be epic Especially quiet They slept But I am nothin to mess wit You hear this sh** on my chest With All Respect to my predecessors I was down for my ex And now I'm seeing the exit Couldn't settle So now I'm FLEXin Excel Under pressure IRep the West & go hard Like Kobe holdin rock See I just post and I plot To takeover your spots It's illustrated in the flesh A boom box upon my arm Im The illest Dont ask why my n***a But why Not B-Sides