Common - Invocation (Live at the North Sea Jazz Festival, 2005) lyrics
Common [Lonnie Rashid Lynn] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Common - Invocation Live at the North Sea Jazz Festival, 2005 lyrics]
Hold on, hold on, Rash
We tryna teach them how to rock with hip-hop
I understand this is the jazz
Festival, but come on, man
This is not hop-hop
Hold on, there's this part on
This, it's gon' come, bruh
We gon' get 'em rockin' with this
Check it out
Yeah, yo, take that bitch back, Dummy
Take it back like this, come on, we go
Envisioning the hereafter
Listening to Steve Wonder
On a quest for love like the Karriem drummer
Uh ah, I strike like lightning
And don't need thunder
Inhale imagination and breathe wonder
Your lady
Used to run up in her and G weed from her
Dummy just summer, yo, yo
Going forward seems like retreat
I rewrite rhyme after rhyme
And throw away beats
Growing into my britches
Outgrowing the streets
A thin line between war and peace
Whores and jeeps ignore MCs like beeps
Scribbling freedom on pages
Third eye is like pink eye
Seen and contagious
Redeeming the ancients with
Ageless rhyme jargon
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 but haven't grown
Poetically perform live-bys
Another rapper gone
The stage becomes a catacomb
I rap like a mummy not for money
Coulda 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
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
It's here, it's here, it's here
It's here
We tryna teach them how to rock with hip-hop
I understand this is the jazz
Festival, but come on, man
This is not hop-hop
Hold on, there's this part on
This, it's gon' come, bruh
We gon' get 'em rockin' with this
Check it out
Yeah, yo, take that bitch back, Dummy
Take it back like this, come on, we go
Envisioning the hereafter
Listening to Steve Wonder
On a quest for love like the Karriem drummer
Uh ah, I strike like lightning
And don't need thunder
Inhale imagination and breathe wonder
Your lady
Used to run up in her and G weed from her
Dummy just summer, yo, yo
Going forward seems like retreat
I rewrite rhyme after rhyme
And throw away beats
Growing into my britches
Outgrowing the streets
A thin line between war and peace
Whores and jeeps ignore MCs like beeps
Scribbling freedom on pages
Third eye is like pink eye
Seen and contagious
Redeeming the ancients with
Ageless rhyme jargon
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 but haven't grown
Poetically perform live-bys
Another rapper gone
The stage becomes a catacomb
I rap like a mummy not for money
Coulda 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
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
It's here, it's here, it's here
It's here