Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Common – “Come Close”

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From the artist that Fox News deadpanned yesterday.
[Intro]
[Common:] It’s just a fly love song, what
[Mary J:] Mmmmm
[Common:] It’s just a fly love song, what

[Verse: Common]
Are we living in a dream world?
Are your eyes still green girl?
I know your sick and tired of arguing
But you can’t keep it bottled in
Jealousy, we got to swallow it
Your heart and mind baby follow it
Smile, happiness you could model it
And when you feel opposite
I just want you to know
Your whole being is beautiful
I’m going to do the best I can do
Cause I’m the best when I’m with you

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Come close to me baby
Let your love hold you
I know this world is crazy
What’s it without you

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Common Sense “Soul By The Pound (Remix)”

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I remember when I first saw the video for this song. I won’t lie, the line from Masta Ace’s “Jeep Ass N–guh” drew me in, and I was a Common Sense fan ever since…well “One Day It’ll All Make Sense,” and “Electric Circus,” took some growing on me though.

(Chorus)
Boom it and you boom it and you boom it in your jeep
Type of s–t that hit when you pump it in your trunk
Boom it and you boom it and you boom it in your jeep
Babum, babum, make the speakers pop

I’m as bad, bad as Leroy Brown, Brown
I’m a pro p-pro, but not a noun n-noun
If you got beef, beef, you get ground, ground
Cut up in soul, soul by the pound for pound
I’m going downtown like Julie Brown, I’m the brown mound
Not of rebound, but like a hound, I get down
Never wore a leash but I’m a show ya
How loose is my goose, got more soul than combat boots
(I got soul, you got it) That’s why I came
They keep calling me, man, they keep calling me, they call my name
And say, I can’t give it away, give it away now
Or say whiz, say what or say how
Sh, ok, between you and me, man it’s all this white rap
I got the power, hachoo, I’ll just bite snap
Bum ba-bum, bum bum
Think fast, cause I’m the Ramadan
Ahoy-he-hoy-he, I’m Fat Boy
Shibidabibidabee, boom boom, I’ll be the bad boy
Having a party, but I’m not a democrat
Spoiled as a child, but now I’m milk like similak
Don’t have Cinemax because my cable’s pirated
Bug out wit the rhyme, try to swat and I’ll get fly wit it
For pest control, I suggest some soul
Porridge, s–t, I got it, but I have no breath control
So gimme a TO, baby like um, Chris Webber
I got myself together
Now I’m straight, are you straight, if you straight, then I’m straight
Rock me tonight, just for old time’s sake