This is a little older but I just discovered Common Market...
A guild of spitters, the core of the city is insidious
A war of attrition waged and sick games played
The script scribbled, written to get ‘em on the same page
If obliterated the kid’ll make something outta nothin’
Divinity in him poured the form to forge function
Natural born hustler, cousin – you can’t touch him
For the moment I’m just showin some love over percussion"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JnylpWkwOto
