Freestyle - Common Lyrics - Funkmaster Flex

Yeah yeah 

It's Funk Flex y'all 

With Com Sense bwoy 

Understand it's a rapture 

Volume three the final chapter 

Ain't nuttin but that b-boy thing goin on 

from Chicago to New York to all over 

?, y'all, yo, check it 

Rap warlord, stay on point like a scoreboard 

Ended up with a foot in your mouth, wishin for more doors 

I walk through the corridor of fame, with nuthin 

but game, this shit's a game, rhyme mission: 

to educate and entertain, after Rasheed 

don't shit remain but afterwash 

My first joint was aight, second and third, tight like ?Shanda Lox? 

or Puff and The Lox the name Com's a paradox 

Deliverty of my first one I coach like ?Landit Cox? 

Don't like a cat that handle rocks that ran in spots 

Ask D why my video ain't on The Box yet 

Styles similar to the hustle, cause You Can't Knock it 

An unidentified object, to the third optic 

In battles I leave niggaz on top of each other like the projects 

Not knowin the science behind it, by it they were blinded 

My book of life in five rings are binded, what? 

Yeah, yo, yo, yo, it's Com Sense y'all 

Uh, uh, with Funk Flex y'all 

Yeah, yeah, it's volume three bwoy 

Yeah, yeah, and for the b-boy 

Yeah, yeah, yo, yo 

We gonna get down, we gonna get down..