Lyrics Common – Tim Westwood Freestyle

I let ’em know, I disrespect-uh
A emcee that got it
Get on hot, hot topics
And let you know I go through the tropics, and I rock it
I’ve been spotted as the one that was alotted to
As the chosen
I came from the land of the frozen
And I know them
Who’s the shogun?
Is it Common?
I’m the place that you know
I keep bombing these styles up
Wild up, you could-you could a smile up
Yo, turn your smile up and turn up
You could learn or
Yo, you don’t need a burner
I could earn a buck, but I’d never get it stuck
When I came to conduct
Yo, I came to the U.K
I told you Tim, yo, he’s the DJ
And in the best hoods, yo, to Westwood
I go to West sides and it’s all good
It’s all understood where I come from
I told you, yo, my name hung
On them streets, over them beats
I came and let ’em know I was staying at Embassy Suites

Tryna get this deal, it was for real
Yo, I just had to built cause I’m from go-I’ll
And that was for real
I went to N.Y. and said: «yo, man I gotta get this job»
They said: «why»
Yo, I, I looked ’em in the eye and said I’m a emcee
You should never know I’m never been flimsy
With these things and with these dreams
Yo, if you rolling with Com’ and Tim, this kings
You should see that
Yo, you can get that bio feedback
Even on your computer, I ain’t been a shooter
I just been a executer, with different type of gifts
And this is what I do, they said: «boy, you uplift»
Why I inspire, get ’em higher, I got the fire
Yo, keep it hot when we cold through the spots
Yo, I should’ve been at Glastonbury
Yo, they should’ve asked me different, very, various styles, I got it
And let you know when it came down, I came to rock it
Yo, this ain’t that boy from Houston
This the boy from the Chi, yo
Real rap rhythms, real rap wisdom
When it come down to this, yo, I got -isms
I got them -isms that go down
And this is how I hold down
Down with my man Dilla, he’s from Motown, rest in peace
Yo, I got the beats and I take it to the streets
Shoutout to the East, and South part of London
I’ma keep comin’ with these styles and you know who I hung with
That was my boy Tim, we was back in the days
Going through that maze, sort of like Frankie Beverly
Yo, who can better me? this is how I do forever see
And this boy Com’, yo, I’m finding forever free
Free the mind and see the rhyme
And we design, these things and see in time
That I’ma keep climbing mountains, I’ve been doing it
Pursuing it, I’ve been on this music tip for a second
You like: «man, come through»
We seen you kick ass in John Wick 2
I should’ve been in 3 but, I emcee
So I just came and let you know I had to do it free
When I came to Capital, yo, I guess rap I’m rapping too
Let you know this ain’t casual, I’m asking you
If I need it, then I just proceed with
These types of styles that I make emcees bleed with
A little bit of ’em, a little bit of gems
A little bit of ‘dems, yeah, a little bit of rims
They used to roll around, hold it down, in my town
But that’s how it is when we roll in Chi-Town
That’s where I told you, that’s when I hold you
Get your gold tooths and let it shine, boy
Yo, I came to climb, boy
Listen to the rhyme that I design, boy
I find joy in it, when I come down, I stay on Bennett
I was the tenant that buzzed there
I housed those who know- that- run there
Tried to run there- fun yeah