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Track: Nuthin' To Do
Artist: Common
Album: Resurrection

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Spotify Genres: hip hop, jazz rap, neo soul
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Lonnie Rashied Lynn Jr., known professionally as [a=Common], was born on March 13, 1972, in Chicago, Illinois. He is a hip-hop artist, actor, and activist who emerged in the early 1990s under the name Common Sense. His debut album, Can I Borrow a Dollar? (1992), introduced his signature style, and he gained critical recognition with Resurrection (1994). His lyricism and storytelling, often infused with social commentary, set him apart in the hip-hop landscape. Common became closely associated with [a=The Soulquarians], a collective of musicians including [a=J Dilla], [a=Questlove], and [a=D'Angelo], contributing to the neo-soul and alternative hip-hop movement. His experimental fifth album, Electric Circus (2002), received mixed reviews, but he rebounded with BE (2005), a project produced largely by [a=Kanye West] and [a=J Dilla], which was widely praised. He continued this success with Finding Forever (2007), again collaborating with Kanye West, will.i.am, and Devo Springsteen. Beyond music, Common has established a career in acting, appearing in films such as American Gangster (2007), Smokin’ Aces (2006), and Wanted (2008). He has since balanced his careers in music and film while also being an advocate for social justice, education, and community empowerment.

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Release: Common Sense* - Resurrection
Year: 1994
Genres: Hip Hop
Styles: Conscious

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LYRICS

[Intro]
Check it on the one, yo Com is gonna come {*repeat 3X*}
And check it out, ha
[Verse 1]
My raps do laps around tracks and adapt
to any environment.. I'm the comma comma chamelion
I use to pop a wheelie on my blue and gray stingray, it had mags
That was when bitches had gucci tags
And wasn't rockin' Starters, looking harder than niggas
Hoes wore clothes, that exposed they figures
8-7 stepped in the jam, next the police come
Fights there would be one, numbers I'd get at least one
We'd come to the get-together with whoever
You wouldn't know how deep we was, we all didn't sit together
Eat up all your vittles, drink your brew
and then step to the next cue, let's do it again y'all
That was when mad was tall and phat was cold
The days of Old Chicago and Fun Town
As shorties we run 'round, play strike outs till sun down
But the shit ain't as fun now, and the city's all run down
We'd troop down to Jew Town, talk a cat down on some gear
Have enough for a Polish and car fare
I stare, at what use to be better
and think about who use to cop our liquor
(Who?) Our neighborhood father figure

[Hook]
I'm out with my crew, ain't nuthin' to do but ah,
"Niggas be rollin" -> ODB
Ain't nowhere to go, so I hook up with a hoe while I
"Niggas be rollin" -> ODB
Gotta make a stop take a leak and get some chops cause um
"Niggas be rollin" -> ODB
We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats cause um
"Niggas be rollin" -> ODB

[Verse 2]
I got more rhymes than The Manor got folks
Had style since I went to McDowell, wearin' boats
And penny loafers though I had the nickel in mines
We use to hoop in my yard but now I dribble the rhyme
It's like rain drops couldn't make our game stop
Skeeter would hit from the SAME spot
'til Marlon tore my shit down, get down,
Put your body in motion only the strong survive
But on the 6 or the 5
The live-est sets used to be, at the Racket
Ball Club with music by, Andre Hatchet
Or either a beat by Pharris at them country club parties
We'd be hot as hell and House studs would yell "AH-IGHT, NOW MON-EY!"
Always I would go there, hip hop clubs were so rare
I like the music anyways and it was always hoes there
Whitney Young and Kenwood was said to have the best chicks
But mostly Hyde Park and "V" hoes is who I messed with
The best shit was troopin' to the loop in your precisions
Cut class to get ass, but still go to division (I remember that)
Over Yamela's crib while his old girl was at work
Bust a spoolie on the spread, but still have some on your shirt

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I tuned into BMX, and taped Farley on the tonemaster
Took the 6 instead of the 28 to get home faster
Then HPK was the only station that would fuck with rap
You was on The Shore by yourself cats'd (would) say "Up your hat."
What you could you'd make of it, if you was a gump they'd take ya shit
Either fight or break for it, we'd go to the lake and get full
My drink then was Boone's and Red Bull
I remember swimming in Avalon, and peeing in the pool
I thought I was cool, with my "Members Only" and a bowl fade
Walk to Walgreens to get the Sportin' Waves pomade
And soft brush, as we got older we would start ruckus and bang fags
Go to Marshals and change tags, I snagged nuff niggas
Go to Marshall's and change tags, I snagged 'nuff niggas
In games of Off the Wall, and softball, Piggy one I would call
When I first got my three way callin', I caught marks tryin' to lie
Home of the original gangbangers, and ain't nobody shot

[Hook]