Common, Kanye West - Southside (Edited Album Version)

And everybody say, say I know you, I know you I know you're thinking, thinking that it must be I'm a raw flow 'cause it never get rusty I ain't gotta say it, man, dawg, trust me Bust somebody head, TLC, where was we? Still rock the Prada 'fore that, rock the Starter Niggas out in Georgetown, and Magic way harder Thinking back to the projects and they way they tore 'em all up Like when I do a project and come back and tear the mall up We coming from the Southside, southside Southside, southside Southside, southside, south Side of the broads, the cars, the half moon, the stars I'm like Jeff Fort, the way I get behind bars Burn CDs with no regard for the stars Come to the grip with conflict diamonds and the arts Back in '94 they call me Chi-Town's Nas Now them niggas know I'm one of Chi-Town's gods We even yo, you still talking no cops A conscious nigga with mac like Steven Jobs We coming from the Southside, southside Southside, southside Southside, southside, southside side of the Chi Your fly is open, McFly The crowd is open, I think I know why I'm back from the future, seen it with my own eyes And yep, I'm still the future of the Chi Back in college I had to get my back up off the futon I knew that I couldn't cop a coup with no coupons Look at that neutron on his green like two dimes People asking him, "Do you have any gray poupon?" We coming from the Southside, southside Southside, southside Southside, southside, southside, side of the Chi You in the building but the building's falling You wouldn't be balling if your name is Spalding My mind get flooded, I think about New Orleans Back in school, y'all niggas, you should call him August I'm the sun that goes down but I'm still revolving Southside 'bout to walk it out, I still get crawling If rap was Harlem, I'd be James Baldwin With money in the bank like G Rap, we're calling We coming from the Southside, southside Southside, southside Southside, southside, southside of the Chi With niggas masked up like Phantom of the Opera Dreaming of the day they push a phantom to the operas Can't wait 'til they say, "Yeah, he ran up at the Oscars" Poppa, I heard his life is like a movie Like when Em' played him and Mekhi played a rasta Mexicans don't love it like it was for La Raza But this is for the mobsters, holla We some true Chi-Town legends, accept no We coming from the Southside, southside Southside, southside Southside, southside, southside of the Chi The un-American Idol, Tower like the Eiffel 'Lean Wit it, Rock Wit It', black like the Disciples Know when to use a Bible and when to use a rifle You rap like you should be on the back of a motorcycle Caught a case of robbery and 'Beat It' like Michael Your career is a typo, mine was written like a haiku I write to 'Do the Right Things' like Spike do Through conflicts is crucial and trauma is psycho We coming from the Southside, southside Southside, southside Southside, southside, southside of the Chi We're coming from the Spice it up You might have to spice it up Spice it up, spice it up, take your life and Yo, we're coming from the We're coming from the