Everything is great about this song. From the Craig G and Biz Markie samples, to the briskly paced, organized stream of conscious delivery.
Seconds verse is the standout...
"My pen taps the paper then my brain's blank I see dark streets, hustling brothers who keep the same rank Pumping for something, some'll prosper, some fail Judges hanging niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales My intellect prevails from a hanging cross with nails I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats I decipher prophecies through a mic and say peace."
Just having fun, not worried about anyone and you could tell, by how her titties hung" - Common Sense
That closing line in the second verse of the epic Common song is meant to harken back to time when Hip-Hop music was less concerned with image and more innocent.
There are a few rappers today who still have fun and keep the topics light and sometimes, comical.
One such rapper is Murs. IF you were trying to stereotype him you would call him an "everyday guy" rapper. He deals with topics such as pre mature ejaculation, falling in love with girls, girls breaking his heart, and walking through his neighborhood. He has much more of a range than I just gave him credit for however I like this song because I can really relate to it. It is about a perpetual screw-up who for whatever reason ends up "gang banging" and is still a clown...just a well protected one. Far too often tales from the hood project the image of stick-up kids, drug dealers, and bangers as naturals, when that is far from the case. I can think of a bunch of dudes from my youth who one day were being laughed off the ball court, or clowned for something else, a week or year later, they are ice grilling tough guys pumping on the block.
This particular joint is short, thoughtful, accurate and funny.
"Excuse me, Tiny T-Bone from the neighborhood gang Who if his head wasn't screwed on he would lose his brain"
Read while listening
Now there's one in hood off Pico or some shit Through the years its been the center for alotta dumb shit Lemme tell you about this one trip to the store On the early mornin' tip sometime 'round four I was standing by the magazines readin' a Maxim When I heard a familiar voice to the the counter dude and ask him To empty out the register (Naw that can't be Trevor) Excuse me, Tiny T-Bone from the neighborhood gang Who if his head wasn't screwed on would lose his brain He was with two other dudes, never knew their names I thought great, it was time for me to shake But as I headed for the door I heard a voice say (Wait) When I turned around, he recognized me and I knew it I was about to leave, that's when the nigga blew it He lifted up his mask and said (Hey Murs it's me Trevor) I said "You dumb motherfucker do you use your brain, ever?" Nevermind, I turned around gave the deuce walkin' to the car feelin like Q in Juice Remember when he went into the bar and ? let him loose? Anyway here comes this nigga running, big bag of money He hoped in ride, I said "You Goddamn dummy They Got Yo Ass on Tape" (But they didn't see my face) "Well they got my car and my fuckin license plate Man get the fuck on" (Murs why you gotta hate) "Hate nor love got shit to do with this You better run for the fives come through this bitch You know you got to strikes, you better use them new Nikes To dodge all them blue lights" He looked and said (You right) Then he bolted up the street once he left my slight I gave a sigh of relief But that was right before I peeped, this dumb motherfucker left the bag full of money sitting right there on my passenger seat
Everything is great about this song. From the Craig G and Biz Markie samples, to the briskly paced, organized stream of conscious delivery.
