Common - Hungry lyrics

Yo n***as don't want none of this n***as know they can't f** with this Turn this sh** up just a little more I walk the night in rhyming armor bomb a n***a like a winter coat Have him on d**h Row searching for an Interscope Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara Symbolize dope like sirens do terror Mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it Players is getting traded I drop a gem off, them who's style is jaded My juice is grated sh** is so banging n***as say it's gang related On philosopher's rink of thought, I've skated with precision Crews is gettin split like decisions Com will let it ride in collision Vision like Colleco or tele, I battle stars in stellar Regions, my thought scheme was my like my offspring Now, it's teething My reason of rhyme applies to season and time Season of mind , body and regions divine In mom's cookouts, I'm leaving the swine Verbal vegetarian, squashed beef with Ice Cube Came in this rap life nude Now I'm fully clothed with flows You tricks can't hide behind expensive cars and clothes Old n***as I expose like Luke does hoes in videos With cla**ic material, imperial and rugged like Got mag, but my slugs a mic You fake like a smile, like a hug, I'm tight Skip ladies, this is rip a motherf**er night Oracle arouse, n***as don't even run for cover right Downtown interracial lovers hold hands I breathe heavy like an old man, with a cold can of Old Style Hold a Stone Isle profile Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when I go wild Hold mics like a second nut until the second coming Humming coming towards you with power like forest do Hip hop, you my b**h and like a Ford, I'm Exploring you So, wack n***as be cool, with them, I stay cordial Flowing room temperature, cats is presumed miniature Like golf. Soft like Tiger Woods And real n***a angles I've stood with ways that's geometric Don't need to rob banks with dike broads to Set it I levitate to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist Rhyme wise, you a rest haven You sat by the door spooked like I was Wes Craven You need to do more deletin and less savin A praise in hell, raisin heaven Like the bill on my pager leavens What you should have known from day one You will on day seven Hungry hip hop junkie in the city [Repeat: x3]