(feat. Black Thought)

[Black Thought:]

It's a frantic situation [x7]

[Common:]

Extra salty cuz whoever beat me, got me for this 31-inch
And this Alpha Bailey jacket I had just bought me
Out of snappin, my God tried to talk me

But what could get me half way calm was this Donny Hathaway song
The tape that it was on I had wanted while I was gone
But forgot to pack it, in fact it was in that jacket

This demo, it's time to track it and lay it down
Either it's somebody I know or somebody I stay around
Day before I broke out, ^!$$%z was over my crib gettin smoked out

No tellin who had the place scoped out
Donnie brought over some ^!$$%z I didn't know
I'm askin, who are you, they said I'm with the Mo

If it was them, soon I will collide with them
And they better not be rockin no new Iversons
Then it could have been this hype that usually shovel my snow

If I'm out of town or not, by my car, he would know
Now, it might have been this stripper I met at Pinkhouse party
Thick, but my furniture wasn't worth her body

What if it was this ^!$$% I let sleep in my crib
To have the set of keys but that I wasn't tryin to believe
But I could have put it past him or those other !@$(s

It would be $$#ed backwards for me to ask if they did it
Cuz whoever did ain't gon admit it
The blunted dirty dishes is my only exhibit

Wondering if I should give it a rest and through the wind
It might surface
Cuz tellin Allah, Joe is worthless(uh)


[chorus x2: Black Thought]
Hey sucka ^!$$%, whoever you are [x3]

Wherever you are, whoever you are
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