Common - Invocation lyrics
Common [Lonnie Rashid Lynn] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Common - Invocation lyrics]
Envisioning the hereafter
Listening to Steve Wonder
On a quest for love like the Proceed drummer
I strike like lightning and
Don't need thunder
Inhale imagination and breathe wonder
That's your lady, i used to run up in her
And chief weed from her
It's a cold world and niggas need summer
At times my going forward seems like retreat
As I rewrite rhyme after rhyme
And throw away beats
Growing into my britches
Outgrowing the streets
There's a thin line between war and peace
Whores and jeeps ignore MCs like beeps
Scribbling freedom on pages
My third eye is like pink eye
Seen and contagious
Redeeming the ancients with
Ageless rhyme jargon
I feel Mexican, hip hop is my garden
Don't give a fuck where you charting
Certain shit I can't honor
It ain't that you selling, it's your karma
Rappers I monitor like a chaperone
You large and haven't grown
Poetically perform live-bys
Another rapper gone
The stage becomes a catacomb
I rap like a mummy not for the money
I could have sampled Diana Ross
A long time ago
My mind of flow is like motor key 20
Youngblood said he had dimes
I prayed that he see twenty
Hollering at the brothers
Either you gon' be a thug or a man
Flip drugs and get land
I can see my man was tired as
He described how the bucks hit him
And said slugs was still stuck
In him, when it rained, it fucked with him
This bucket interrupt wisdom and asked
When my album was coming
I said it's here, it's here
Listening to Steve Wonder
On a quest for love like the Proceed drummer
I strike like lightning and
Don't need thunder
Inhale imagination and breathe wonder
That's your lady, i used to run up in her
And chief weed from her
It's a cold world and niggas need summer
At times my going forward seems like retreat
As I rewrite rhyme after rhyme
And throw away beats
Growing into my britches
Outgrowing the streets
There's a thin line between war and peace
Whores and jeeps ignore MCs like beeps
Scribbling freedom on pages
My third eye is like pink eye
Seen and contagious
Redeeming the ancients with
Ageless rhyme jargon
I feel Mexican, hip hop is my garden
Don't give a fuck where you charting
Certain shit I can't honor
It ain't that you selling, it's your karma
Rappers I monitor like a chaperone
You large and haven't grown
Poetically perform live-bys
Another rapper gone
The stage becomes a catacomb
I rap like a mummy not for the money
I could have sampled Diana Ross
A long time ago
My mind of flow is like motor key 20
Youngblood said he had dimes
I prayed that he see twenty
Hollering at the brothers
Either you gon' be a thug or a man
Flip drugs and get land
I can see my man was tired as
He described how the bucks hit him
And said slugs was still stuck
In him, when it rained, it fucked with him
This bucket interrupt wisdom and asked
When my album was coming
I said it's here, it's here