NEW MUSIC: Common feat. Ab-Soul - 'Made In Black America'

Hip hop has been calling out for a story telling superhero for a while now, and who better to deliver than the legendary- yet underrated, Common Sense. The No I.D produced 'Made In Black America' signifies the return of intelligent hip hop, featuring fellow Chi-Town's underground prince Ab-Soul - who no doubt has a a thing or two to say on being brought up in Black America "This is Huey P Newton with a QP, Bobby with a Seale, Fred Hampton on pills, In the Hamptons, now that's ill, what's happenin'?". 'Made In Black America' is featured on Common's up-coming album Nobody Smilling so look out for that, but until then, just press play. P.S. I've including the lyrics below, just cos I'm nice like that!

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[Verse 1: Common] Made in Black America, metaphor for a predator Been to the Mediterranean, on my papers like a editor I flow like a reservoir, dog Rap Tarantino, off the chain like Django Still let the chain glow, where they bang known And niggas get shot like camera angles In rap videos put up on Vimeo I'm where the buck 50 bicentennial perennial all-star Fruit that don't fall far from Islam When rap is dead, I had the fluid that embalmed I speak, you know I'm in the building like an intercom Enter Com, the world's most... Intricate, integrated with imminent Domain, I'm feeling myself like a sentiment- -tal letter written to myself Aspirin' for greatness, wellness and wealth I'm cold, I'm hard to melt

I'm more than a hot song, or a hot album Ask my ex, I still live on like Malcolm My spirit and style done a transformation Make room, I don't need reservations You suite as a hotel, I stay presidential Strange to be sinful and know that Heaven sent you To rearrange the mental, I've seen things we've been through It's hard for a man to claim gentile Let me change the tempo I be with broads that got they shit together Even if it ain't meant forever, still smoke the spliff together The essence of the herbs, the presence of the words Yeah you got a chest but I'm treasurin' your curves You walk past, I'ma look behind you Look you up and down to find you Can see I was designed to, give you power and refine you You fucking with me we can grind to Gather the better Black America

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul] Made in Black America, takin' threats from a terrorist We will never meet but the media feed hysteria And I be inferior, if I be in fear of ya More godly than gluttonous but my supper's superior You know the difference 'tween the kids with the lunch tickets And the ones with the money, in the cafeteria I break bread with with my brethren like a pizzeria Spinnin' dough, you'll find red dots over cheese, be a- -ware of your whereabouts, don't be feeble I'm pissed off, tinkle is the onomatopoeia You's just a little star (twinkle) sure ain't me Been a superstar since ma made me My president is black I wonder if Pac thought we was ready for that, or did we move too fast? I don't give a fuck, shit my grandpa glad They pass that gun law or not, niggas still gon' pop up dead

Yeah, I'm the Morpheus in this hip-hop matrix, exposin' fake shit Used to borrow dollars, now my sense ain't so common Went across the whole nation screamin' Hiiipower (HiiiPower) Never been a racist, but I love horsepower, I'm hot That's why I got the fans in the stands Em fans googlin', enemies shakin' hands Restorin' the balance, detourin' the malice We kill you motherfuckin' mice with a mallet This is Huey P Newton with a QP Bobby with a Seale, Fred Hampton on pills In the Hamptons, now that's ill, what's happenin'? I'm just trying to teach my homies 'bout the Emerald tablets Stop the war in Syria over a bowl of cereal Kill a instrumental then book a flight on Expedia To the nation's capital Golf Wang radical Black lip pastor, tip the usher when he pass yah, nigga Welcome to Black America