In My Own World

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