Baba Brinkman - Invocation lyrics
[Baba Brinkman - Invocation lyrics]
Scribble scribble, inner vision
How does an original scripture get written?
How does it get taken for a true revelation
Instead of imagination what’s the difference?
Slick talker, mystic stalker
Against all odds, white Canadian Hip-Hopper
Badge of honour, belong to the tribe
Tryin’ to find the rhythm and
The rhyme to describe
The ineffable, and measure the untestable
Eff with the ineffable and
Get your seminal vesicle
Severed, gotta be more than clever
Promised land, but the promise can’t deliver
Muhammad the Prophet of Islam was illiterate
Hella eloquent, hence considered legitimate
Nobody but God’s messenger could
Pull that off
As if Eminem had just freestyled "Rap God"
Improvisational skills improbable
Still I’m skeptical, probably neurological
Paul the Apostle, schizophrenic episode
Addicted to religion
Time to get some methadone
Dead bodies everywhere, into the volcano
Symbolism carved with a blade on a gravestone
Jesus fish on a bumper, iconic
Darwin fish, spaghetti monster, ironic
Scientific method, quest for enlightenment
No flies to vinegar, honey to entice ‘em in
Rhymes are impediments, remedy forgetfulness
A temple to enshrine
Sentimental efflorescences
The crowd watches, like a voyeur
Negative assessment, Shiva the Destroyer
Still conjuring words to invoke spirit's
Witchcraft on the mic with the ghost lyrics
Swagger like a peacock, what is rap for?
Hand on my crotch, standing on a trapdoor
Encyclopedic, songs in a catalogue
Charles Darwin on the mic tryna battle god
So many scattered thoughts
Gotta reign ‘em in
Get my skates strapped on for the main event
Rap, religion, gotta take it serious
Don’t pull punchlines
Somethin’ for the curious
Be fearless, and inquisitive
Much safer now than when
The inquisition visited
Weave facts into rap vocabulary
And see if anything’s left
That’s not imaginary
Try to rebuild the boat without sinkin’ it
Duct tape, keep it afloat, brinkmanship
No way to please, both believers and heathers
Try to at least offend for the right reasons
How does an original scripture get written?
How does it get taken for a true revelation
Instead of imagination what’s the difference?
Slick talker, mystic stalker
Against all odds, white Canadian Hip-Hopper
Badge of honour, belong to the tribe
Tryin’ to find the rhythm and
The rhyme to describe
The ineffable, and measure the untestable
Eff with the ineffable and
Get your seminal vesicle
Severed, gotta be more than clever
Promised land, but the promise can’t deliver
Muhammad the Prophet of Islam was illiterate
Hella eloquent, hence considered legitimate
Nobody but God’s messenger could
Pull that off
As if Eminem had just freestyled "Rap God"
Improvisational skills improbable
Still I’m skeptical, probably neurological
Paul the Apostle, schizophrenic episode
Addicted to religion
Time to get some methadone
Dead bodies everywhere, into the volcano
Symbolism carved with a blade on a gravestone
Jesus fish on a bumper, iconic
Darwin fish, spaghetti monster, ironic
Scientific method, quest for enlightenment
No flies to vinegar, honey to entice ‘em in
Rhymes are impediments, remedy forgetfulness
A temple to enshrine
Sentimental efflorescences
The crowd watches, like a voyeur
Negative assessment, Shiva the Destroyer
Still conjuring words to invoke spirit's
Witchcraft on the mic with the ghost lyrics
Swagger like a peacock, what is rap for?
Hand on my crotch, standing on a trapdoor
Encyclopedic, songs in a catalogue
Charles Darwin on the mic tryna battle god
So many scattered thoughts
Gotta reign ‘em in
Get my skates strapped on for the main event
Rap, religion, gotta take it serious
Don’t pull punchlines
Somethin’ for the curious
Be fearless, and inquisitive
Much safer now than when
The inquisition visited
Weave facts into rap vocabulary
And see if anything’s left
That’s not imaginary
Try to rebuild the boat without sinkin’ it
Duct tape, keep it afloat, brinkmanship
No way to please, both believers and heathers
Try to at least offend for the right reasons