Common... Common.... {Common}. Yeah yeah. Hi-Tek. {Verse One}. Free the rhyme or risk a dig into a deep sound abyss. Unit in the stash the beats and never found the shit. Experience like Hendrix keep my sound enriched. Cats ask about my stitch to me they soundin bitch. In my sounds the glitch of hatred for cats who ain't make it. I'ma give it as far as you can take it. Tried to take the safe way told you there's a gateway to skinny. Many can find it but few can climb it. I'm open-minded like a pothead. Doin what I gotta do to keep the spot fed. In the climate of locked dreads corn-rows torn souls. Worn hoes who been molested by they uncle. I bundle amongst you cold mother-uckers. The world is bitter like baby mothers. Look how far El Dorados and wine bottles drug us. Least God and the sun love us it's the Sun God. {Verse Two}. Everywhere is broken glass. Nephews smokin squares nieces smokin grass. Try not to say shoot around my daughter she already know to blast. Catchin the future don't know who threw the past. It's the year of the snake and the hidden dragon. Niggaz is fake like bitches braggin. Listen to the ocean and the stars keep my vision in motion. In motion like cars. I'm down to Earth at times I feel closer to Mars. The world is yours I'm hopin it's ours. Some say the Gods is crazy I see God in our babies. Child of the sun I allowed it to raise me. (.. from a distance) niggaz tried to appraise me. I'm hard to read like graffiti so it don't phase me. My days be spent behind dream's tent. Through the sun the divine being is sent. It's the Sun God. {Verse Three}. Letters from prison sayin we need a better religion. I'm a rebel that listens from a eighty-seven position. I can't crystalize the mission lies within. Born to die even in death we begin. It's heavy 'jo learnin what we already know. and carry low swing on a chariot slow. Brothers stick though remindin me of revolution. If the drama comes I'ma have to uhh pop his gun. It's the Sun God yeah