Funkmaster Flex F Common Common Freestyle Lyrics

Common Freestyle Lyrics

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