Common - God Is Freedom lyrics
Common [Lonnie Rashid Lynn] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Common - God Is Freedom lyrics]
I feel rugged, I am rugged, damn rugged
I walk on the carpet of the universe keep on
And speak on shit most
Are scared or unprepared
But I fled for my people so keep on
Beyond space I look for a place to put hurt
I gotta work keep on
Dreams of Black roads
Of Black souls that act holistic
It's realistic keep on
Pharoah of the sun looking down
The barrel of a gun
Y’all know where I’m from keep on
Niggas at the crib saying Rash look weird
From myself I never hid keep on
Niggas at the crib say for them I never did
30 year old kids, shit boy keep on
Any means necessarian, vegetarian
I be missin' chicken keep on
Request for another Resurrection
The way I rhyme before progression
This ain’t ’94 keep on
Chat room geeks critique my B-Boy physique
Who the fuck made you Hip Hop police?
Keep on
Journalist who never had their turn at this
If it's fresh, who are
You to determine this, groupie?
Keep on
You here to show truth or expose your cooch?
You know I know reek from the roots
Girl, keep on
Disease man made to reproduce, we afraid
A cure, magic got AIDS keep on
Supporting two homes paying back school loans
Like the NBA I’m in a new zone keep on
Got married and you carry the weight it
Take to not get your freak on keep on
Fuck shrooms and ecstasy
I’m consumed with a recipe
To get my blood to the highest destiny
Keep on
The blackest of rappers
I ain’t doing no namin'
Go to Europe and start O’Jayin' keep on
Whether chopping the raw or
Studying for the bar
We all children of Allah keep on
Flyer say Free Mumia on my freezer
I’m holding still mixing Echinacea
And Golden Seal keep on
Is it just an illusion?
It’s many levels to it it’s rebel music
So keep on
I walk on the carpet of the universe keep on
And speak on shit most
Are scared or unprepared
But I fled for my people so keep on
Beyond space I look for a place to put hurt
I gotta work keep on
Dreams of Black roads
Of Black souls that act holistic
It's realistic keep on
Pharoah of the sun looking down
The barrel of a gun
Y’all know where I’m from keep on
Niggas at the crib saying Rash look weird
From myself I never hid keep on
Niggas at the crib say for them I never did
30 year old kids, shit boy keep on
Any means necessarian, vegetarian
I be missin' chicken keep on
Request for another Resurrection
The way I rhyme before progression
This ain’t ’94 keep on
Chat room geeks critique my B-Boy physique
Who the fuck made you Hip Hop police?
Keep on
Journalist who never had their turn at this
If it's fresh, who are
You to determine this, groupie?
Keep on
You here to show truth or expose your cooch?
You know I know reek from the roots
Girl, keep on
Disease man made to reproduce, we afraid
A cure, magic got AIDS keep on
Supporting two homes paying back school loans
Like the NBA I’m in a new zone keep on
Got married and you carry the weight it
Take to not get your freak on keep on
Fuck shrooms and ecstasy
I’m consumed with a recipe
To get my blood to the highest destiny
Keep on
The blackest of rappers
I ain’t doing no namin'
Go to Europe and start O’Jayin' keep on
Whether chopping the raw or
Studying for the bar
We all children of Allah keep on
Flyer say Free Mumia on my freezer
I’m holding still mixing Echinacea
And Golden Seal keep on
Is it just an illusion?
It’s many levels to it it’s rebel music
So keep on