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Soft like Tiger Woods\nAnd real nigga angles I've stood with ways that's geometric\nDon't need to rob banks with dike broads to Set it\nI levitate to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist\nRhyme wise, you a rest haven\nYou sat by the door spooked like I was Wes Craven\nYou need to do more deletin and less savin\nA praise in hell, raisin heaven\nLike the bill on my pager leavens\nWhat you should have known from day one\nYou will on day seven\n\n(Scratching)Hungry hip hop junkie in the city(x3)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hungry\n artist: Common\n album: Scetch & Soundwave Presents Now It All Makes Sense\n duration_ms: 131000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Common:\n Yo, niggaz don't want none of this\n Niggaz know they can't fuck with this\n Turn this shit up just a little more\n\n I walk the night in rhymin armor, bomb a nigga like a winter coat\n Have him on Death Row searchin for an Interscope\n Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara\n Symbolize dope, like sirens do terror\n Mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated\n Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it\n Players is gettin traded\n I drop a gem off, them who's style is jaded\n My juice is grated\n Shit is so bangin niggaz say it's gang related\n On philosopher's rink of thought, I've skated with precision\n Crews is gettin split like decisions\n Com will let it ride in collision\n Vision like Colleco or tele, I battle stars in stellar...\n Regions, my thought scheme was my like my offspring\n Now, it's teethin\n My reason of rhyme applies to season and time\n Season of mind, body and regions divine\n In mom's cookouts, I'm leavin the swine\n Verbal vegeterian, squashed beef with Ice Cube\n Came in this rap life nude\n Now I'm fully clothed with flows\n You tricks can't hide behind expensive cars and clothes\n Old niggaz I expose like Luke does hoes in videos\n With classic material, imperial and rugged like\n Got mag, but my slugs a mic\n You fake like a smile, like a hug, I'm tight\n Skip ladies, this is rip a muthafucka night\n Oracle arouse, niggaz don't even run for cover right\n Downtown interracial lovers hold hands\n I breathe heavy like an old man, with a cold can of Old Style\n Hold a Stone Isle profile\n Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when I go wild\n Hold mics like a second nut until the second comin\n Hummin comin towards you with power like forest do\n Hip hop, you my bitch and like a Ford, I'm Explorin you\n So, wack niggaz be cool, with them, I stay cordial\n Flowin room temperature, cats is presumed miniature\n Like golf. 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Soft like Tiger Woods\nAnd real nigga angles I've stood with ways that's geometric\nDon't need to rob banks with dike broads to Set it\nI levitate to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist\nRhyme wise, you a rest haven\nYou sat by the door spooked like I was Wes Craven\nYou need to do more deletin and less savin\nA praise in hell, raisin heaven\nLike the bill on my pager leavens\nWhat you should have known from day one\nYou will on day seven\n\n(Scratching)Hungry hip hop junkie in the city(x3)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hungry\n artist: Common\n album: DJ Mix 99\n duration_ms: 152000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Common:\n Yo, niggaz don't want none of this\n Niggaz know they can't fuck with this\n Turn this shit up just a little more\n\n I walk the night in rhymin armor, bomb a nigga like a winter coat\n Have him on Death Row searchin for an Interscope\n Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara\n Symbolize dope, like sirens do terror\n Mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated\n Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it\n Players is gettin traded\n I drop a gem off, them who's style is jaded\n My juice is grated\n Shit is so bangin niggaz say it's gang related\n On philosopher's rink of thought, I've skated with precision\n Crews is gettin split like decisions\n Com will let it ride in collision\n Vision like Colleco or tele, I battle stars in stellar...\n Regions, my thought scheme was my like my offspring\n Now, it's teethin\n My reason of rhyme applies to season and time\n Season of mind, body and regions divine\n In mom's cookouts, I'm leavin the swine\n Verbal vegeterian, squashed beef with Ice Cube\n Came in this rap life nude\n Now I'm fully clothed with flows\n You tricks can't hide behind expensive cars and clothes\n Old niggaz I expose like Luke does hoes in videos\n With classic material, imperial and rugged like\n Got mag, but my slugs a mic\n You fake like a smile, like a hug, I'm tight\n Skip ladies, this is rip a muthafucka night\n Oracle arouse, niggaz don't even run for cover right\n Downtown interracial lovers hold hands\n I breathe heavy like an old man, with a cold can of Old Style\n Hold a Stone Isle profile\n Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when I go wild\n Hold mics like a second nut until the second comin\n Hummin comin towards you with power like forest do\n Hip hop, you my bitch and like a Ford, I'm Explorin you\n So, wack niggaz be cool, with them, I stay cordial\n Flowin room temperature, cats is presumed miniature\n Like golf. 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Soft like Tiger Woods\nAnd real nigga angles I've stood with ways that's geometric\nDon't need to rob banks with dike broads to Set it\nI levitate to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist\nRhyme wise, you a rest haven\nYou sat by the door spooked like I was Wes Craven\nYou need to do more deletin and less savin\nA praise in hell, raisin heaven\nLike the bill on my pager leavens\nWhat you should have known from day one\nYou will on day seven\n\n(Scratching)Hungry hip hop junkie in the city(x3)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hungry\n artist: Common\n album: One Day It Will All Make Sence\n duration_ms: 154000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Common:\n Yo, niggaz don't want none of this\n Niggaz know they can't fuck with this\n Turn this shit up just a little more\n\n I walk the night in rhymin armor, bomb a nigga like a winter coat\n Have him on Death Row searchin for an Interscope\n Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara\n Symbolize dope, like sirens do terror\n Mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated\n Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it\n Players is gettin traded\n I drop a gem off, them who's style is jaded\n My juice is grated\n Shit is so bangin niggaz say it's gang related\n On philosopher's rink of thought, I've skated with precision\n Crews is gettin split like decisions\n Com will let it ride in collision\n Vision like Colleco or tele, I battle stars in stellar...\n Regions, my thought scheme was my like my offspring\n Now, it's teethin\n My reason of rhyme applies to season and time\n Season of mind, body and regions divine\n In mom's cookouts, I'm leavin the swine\n Verbal vegeterian, squashed beef with Ice Cube\n Came in this rap life nude\n Now I'm fully clothed with flows\n You tricks can't hide behind expensive cars and clothes\n Old niggaz I expose like Luke does hoes in videos\n With classic material, imperial and rugged like\n Got mag, but my slugs a mic\n You fake like a smile, like a hug, I'm tight\n Skip ladies, this is rip a muthafucka night\n Oracle arouse, niggaz don't even run for cover right\n Downtown interracial lovers hold hands\n I breathe heavy like an old man, with a cold can of Old Style\n Hold a Stone Isle profile\n Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when I go wild\n Hold mics like a second nut until the second comin\n Hummin comin towards you with power like forest do\n Hip hop, you my bitch and like a Ford, I'm Explorin you\n So, wack niggaz be cool, with them, I stay cordial\n Flowin room temperature, cats is presumed miniature\n Like golf. 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Soft like Tiger Woods\nAnd real nigga angles I've stood with ways that's geometric\nDon't need to rob banks with dike broads to Set it\nI levitate to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist\nRhyme wise, you a rest haven\nYou sat by the door spooked like I was Wes Craven\nYou need to do more deletin and less savin\nA praise in hell, raisin heaven\nLike the bill on my pager leavens\nWhat you should have known from day one\nYou will on day seven\n\n(Scratching)Hungry hip hop junkie in the city(x3)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hungry\n artist: Common\n album: One Day It'll All Make Sence\n duration_ms: 153631\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Common:\n Yo, niggaz don't want none of this\n Niggaz know they can't fuck with this\n Turn this shit up just a little more\n\n I walk the night in rhymin armor, bomb a nigga like a winter coat\n Have him on Death Row searchin for an Interscope\n Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara\n Symbolize dope, like sirens do terror\n Mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated\n Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it\n Players is gettin traded\n I drop a gem off, them who's style is jaded\n My juice is grated\n Shit is so bangin niggaz say it's gang related\n On philosopher's rink of thought, I've skated with precision\n Crews is gettin split like decisions\n Com will let it ride in collision\n Vision like Colleco or tele, I battle stars in stellar...\n Regions, my thought scheme was my like my offspring\n Now, it's teethin\n My reason of rhyme applies to season and time\n Season of mind, body and regions divine\n In mom's cookouts, I'm leavin the swine\n Verbal vegeterian, squashed beef with Ice Cube\n Came in this rap life nude\n Now I'm fully clothed with flows\n You tricks can't hide behind expensive cars and clothes\n Old niggaz I expose like Luke does hoes in videos\n With classic material, imperial and rugged like\n Got mag, but my slugs a mic\n You fake like a smile, like a hug, I'm tight\n Skip ladies, this is rip a muthafucka night\n Oracle arouse, niggaz don't even run for cover right\n Downtown interracial lovers hold hands\n I breathe heavy like an old man, with a cold can of Old Style\n Hold a Stone Isle profile\n Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when I go wild\n Hold mics like a second nut until the second comin\n Hummin comin towards you with power like forest do\n Hip hop, you my bitch and like a Ford, I'm Explorin you\n So, wack niggaz be cool, with them, I stay cordial\n Flowin room temperature, cats is presumed miniature\n Like golf. 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