In My Own World (Check The Method) chords by Common

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Intro 1
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Yeah
Verse 1
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yeah, now check the method
Verse 2
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No time to get all excited, just write it
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From the inside let the pen slide,
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and spread
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The ink on the papyrus,
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come understand this (what?)
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Paint the canvas, givin' you my vision
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To mold you, compose you
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Get a picture of the scene,
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then get an exposure
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Words out my cipher,
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the life of my circle
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Pain trapped inside of me,
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Cabrini to Ida B., don't lie to me
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You want me in your needle
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Squirt me in your vein,
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maintain on the couch
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I excite your brain 'til
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I'm out of your system
Beat digger, not a nigga or
a negro I figure you're
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The winner of the bread,
precede your thoughts
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'fore they come into your head
(yo kid kinda nice!)
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From the word, I speak, unique,
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clear and concise
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Heads I'm boring,
soaring to a new height of flight
And then fight the night
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With a light to gain sight make
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your competition say AIGHT
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No I.D. from the city with a
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beach on thirty- first
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Makin all butt crews disperse
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Verse 3
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yeah, now check the method
Verse 4
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I'm in my own world ("Yeah yeah, now
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check the method")
Verse 5
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I say pay attention boy,
I say UHH looka here
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I want you to see me when you do
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you look an d fear
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I dilate pupils that's cornea
than a retina
My Book of Life you felt it,
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because of the texture
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When I'm bubbly I call the ex ta,
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see if she still love me
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I'm advanced like a copy studs
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be on my sac to dub me
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Cheap as s niggas! Go and purchase it
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I ain't do all this work for shit
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My style's my child I gave birth to it
Like an immaculate conception,
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clean I came
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Went through label pains,
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didn't give shorty a name
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I put, bros before hoes that's
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the way love and life goes
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It's a Jungle out there but I'm never
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Fever- in for them white hoes
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I love black thighs,
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you sisters better realize
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The real hair and real eyes get real guys
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So be fore you makeup your face,
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you better make up your mind
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I hope you wake up in time for the revolution,
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or you gon' be like
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"I can't believe it! I got shot!"
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Bo so I lick one, not for Riddick
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But I got the Rid, for my dick
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And the crab MCs that be all over it
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Huh, what good is the Rid
without the comb?
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I'm the street pick peace to Nick,
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Tim, Mark and Kendall
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I remember me and Dion tried
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to get into Mendel
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I didn't have No I.D.,
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they wouldn't let me in
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Now them same gumps be askin'
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me to get them in
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I be like, "Y ou don't know me, fool"
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And color it purple,
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cause he ain't in my circle
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Now I'm talkin square biz
to you and I'm out
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I'm in my own world
Outro 1
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