Common - Be (Live at the North Sea Jazz Festival, 2005) lyrics
Common [Lonnie Rashid Lynn] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Common - Be Live at the North Sea Jazz Festival, 2005 lyrics]
Yeah, put your hands in the air, North Sea
Yeah yeah, it's like this y’all, yeah
Let me hear ya say 'yeah' say ’Oh yeah'
Say 'The real hip-hop' at North Sea
Check it
I want to be as free as
The spirit's of those who left
I'm talking Malcolm, Coltrane, my man Yusef
Through death grew conception
New breath and resurrection
For moms, new steps in a direction
In the right way, told her
"Inside is where the fight lay
Everything a nigga do may not
Be what he might say"
Chicago nights they stay on the mind
I write many lives, they lay on these lines
Wavin' signs of the times
Many say the grind's on the mind
Shorties blunted-eyed and everyone
Wanna rhyme
Bush pushing lies, killers immortalized
We got arms but won't reach for the skies
Waiting for the Lord to rise
I looked into my daughter’s eyes
Realize I’ma learn through her
The Messiah, might even return through her
If I'ma do it
I gotta change the world through her
Furs and a Benz, Gramps wantin ’em
Demons and old friends, Pops
They hauntin' him
The chosen one from the land
Of the frozen sun
Where drunk nights get remembered
More than sober ones
Walk like warriors, we were never told to run
Explored the world to return to
Where my soul begun
Never looking back, or too far in front of me
The present is a gift, and I just want to be
And you say North Sea make some noise
Where my peoples at here from Amsterdam?
What about Rotterdam? Den Haag?
What about the US?
Yeah yeah, it's like this y’all, yeah
Let me hear ya say 'yeah' say ’Oh yeah'
Say 'The real hip-hop' at North Sea
Check it
I want to be as free as
The spirit's of those who left
I'm talking Malcolm, Coltrane, my man Yusef
Through death grew conception
New breath and resurrection
For moms, new steps in a direction
In the right way, told her
"Inside is where the fight lay
Everything a nigga do may not
Be what he might say"
Chicago nights they stay on the mind
I write many lives, they lay on these lines
Wavin' signs of the times
Many say the grind's on the mind
Shorties blunted-eyed and everyone
Wanna rhyme
Bush pushing lies, killers immortalized
We got arms but won't reach for the skies
Waiting for the Lord to rise
I looked into my daughter’s eyes
Realize I’ma learn through her
The Messiah, might even return through her
If I'ma do it
I gotta change the world through her
Furs and a Benz, Gramps wantin ’em
Demons and old friends, Pops
They hauntin' him
The chosen one from the land
Of the frozen sun
Where drunk nights get remembered
More than sober ones
Walk like warriors, we were never told to run
Explored the world to return to
Where my soul begun
Never looking back, or too far in front of me
The present is a gift, and I just want to be
And you say North Sea make some noise
Where my peoples at here from Amsterdam?
What about Rotterdam? Den Haag?
What about the US?