Common, J Dilla - Nag Champa (Afrodisiac for the World) lyrics

Excite-ting, enlight-ning, invite-ing
I'm writing shit that I feel
Raps are black steel in the hour of commotion
The motion of Com is like that of a ocean
Devotion 'cause I'm the Earth, Wind
And Fire of hip-hop
By Rakim and Short, I've been inspired
My shit knocks environments of
Cats with seventeen's
Tint, time is money, the mind is funny
How it's spent on getting it
I'm sitting with descendants of Abraham
Who say the jam is "money, cash, hoes"
I went from bashful to
Asshole to international, lover of self
Word to the mother on my last record cover
It's felt now deal with it

I wanna get into it let’s do this
I wanna see you move it so move it
So let’s just get into it let’s do this
Can you feel the music?
The music oh ah, can you feel the music
The music

In this never-ending battle to please
Niggas, magazine writers, emcees
Who request hot shit, I freeze
And tell them where I was rose
We always said cold
Hold your horses and your carriages
This never-went-gold nigga rocks
Shows carat less you not gon' respect self
At least respect the heritage
Affecting lives is where the wealth
And the merit is
I realize what I portray day to day
I gotta carry this and beats
Rhymes and life is where the marriage is
Had dreams of fucking R&B broads
It came true
Journalist I wreck, shared the same view
Picked up a fallen angel on
The path that I emcee familiar voice
Come to find out the angel was me
Some say "You changing, Rashid"
Times are, we still close
I rhyme far, away away away
From what you accustomed to hearing everyday
Uh ah you know the dope-choppin, gun-poppin
Homies dying i'm amongst it, save the war
Stories for Private Ryan, iNI

I wanna get into it let’s do this
I wanna see you move it so move it
So let’s just get into it let’s do this
Can you feel the music?
The music oh ah, can you feel the music
The music

Women cry, children laugh, men dance
I refuse to lose self and try to win fans
Over, weight on my shoulder
Fluctuates like Oprah's
My refrigerator poetry's magnetic like ultra
You couldn't hang if you was a poster
Posing like a bitch for exposure
It's rumors of gay emcees
Just don't come around me with it
You still rockin hickies
Don't let me find out he did it
Got my eyes on the tiger, eyes on the prize
Eyes on the thighs, of Mary J blige
Imagining how good the cat must be
Stop eatin meat, lost weight
But I still rap husky my verse depth
Is that of a baby's first step
Or the old lady who died and the nurse wept
I flow like cursive writing
Inviting you and yours to my openess
Shows allow me to cop range like a vocalist
But man does not live on bread alone
What good is a range when
It's time to head home?

I wanna get into it let’s do this
I wanna see you move it so move it
So let’s just get into it let’s do this
Can you feel the music?
The music oh ah, can you feel the music
The music i wanna get into it
Let’s do this i wanna see you move it
So move it so let’s just get into it
Let’s do this can you feel the music?
The music oh ah, can you feel the music
The music

We be that, we be that afrodisiac, 'disiac
We be that, we be that afrodisiac, 'disiac
We be that, we be that afrodisiac, 'disiac
We be that, we be that afrodisiac, 'disiac
We be that, we be that afrodisiac, 'disiac
We be that, we be that afrodisiac, 'disiac