This is a song about "Resurrection"

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

When common dropped resurrection hip hop exploded

And pay less attention on hip hop's death and its resurrection,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Looking like the resurrection of mahatma gandhi with my crew behind me

I'm a verbal resurrection, the source of apprehension

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Where's your vest son? death's on the cassette slot, not resurrection

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

You're rap needs a resurrection and next election

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin