Interlude

DJ Honda

[Featuring Common]



Intro:



On the southside. Ha gon get down with that get down let me spit



rounds



this is how that shit sounds check it out ch'all. Ha.



It's the metaphysicals some say the score the revolution therefore



I have come a calm before the storm



Words are born formed drawn in the brain



Sorn scorn by the pourin' rain



But I can stand it seldom do I feel stranded



Granded I stand with the style that is free



I'm the Mandela ask Nelson brothers love me



I lay it lovely I'm ugly bogus on the mic



I strike like a teacher rappers are line



Stand in line with they signs tryin' to picket



They pick it the way I kick it



Cause with it I'm not wicked cause that's malignant



I use my figments which is vivid



And give it to ya baby like love without no limit



I have no limits no gimmicks no image don't mimick



I'm finished no minutes to be timid



Which shit stick should I spit with?



I'm the nitwit that shit sick I stick with and kick with



The crew I clique with that's who I sit witha and trip with



And sip with the buds are lifted and gold digified



And hit without equipment I've often been depicted



On the solid when it likwit



Yo this is shit is for my man Honda