Intro: Common



Yeah, U.N.I.Verse

at war

U.N.I.Verse (when you and I verse)

at war motherfucker

We gonna do this Chi-town style (verse at war)

Illadelph, you know how we get down

You know the business (Illtown illanoid)

Bringin it straight to your chest (comin thru with the iller category)

Yessah, hah, yeah (preacher man with the Com)

Break it down one two (we about to drop a bomb, check it)



Chorus: 2X



When you and I verse at war (U.N.I.Verse at War)

And your verse at core, for what you thought before

Steppin up into a zone you should never explore

The next level or, level of the whole conceptor



Verse One:



Check it, rappers

Get on the mic talk about cars and clothes

Sounding like hoes

Ain't been exposed to the foes of most disciples

I'm from the state that is Ill, the rap son of man

Rotated down to Phil, to say what I feel

Get it off my burnt chest, my word becomes flesh

War, going on between the West and the East

of the land, niggaz don't own a piece

Grease is the word, Murray slides some pimp oil to me

My lady friend sneaks my beer in the movie

Throw your hands in the air, if you the true and living

Beware, the new world order, the devil's new religion

Sent my homey to the number two division

Sellin bootleg movies, got my VCR on a evasive maneuver

Be that as I chooses, drinkin tropical it's just sittin

at a table with sophisticated bitches

Nah that ain't nothin I would call my mother

Nor do I call every nigga my brother

Gotta have Black Thought, it's sorta B like Malik

So don't Question a Brother, to the Roots I get deep



Verse Two:



Yo, enter the last era

Your scholarship into the world o