Common - Soul Power lyrics

Yeah, for the world!
Keep going so you can, yo, you can rock on
We keep going so you can, yo, you can rock on
We keep going so you can, yo, you can rock on
We keep going

Nigga breathe
I can tell by how you rap you don't believe
Ain't hungry no more, so off me you feed
I hustle at a speed between greed and need
On the streets where intuition
And weed are breed
Shoot the gift and viff, at the myths uplift
My rhyme the clip
It's like the boom bip to tip
In gangways where cats that
Rhyme the same way
Spending nights over Egypt to
Learn a brave day
Paint a picture of the ghetto like JJ
You're the Ray J of this rap world
I travel the globe with a
Black girl named Becky
Grand like Auto Theft 3
Style so developed, the law can't arrest me
You walk with blood on your shirt like Jesse
Jackson trying to test the
Reaction of the people
See through, tryna out act Don Cheadle
I speak to original Hebrews
You know how we do
And bleed through the needle with truth
That needs no preview to proof
It's in the people and how they react
Still in the business of smacking
Rappers is wack, you had a dope track
I guess opposites attract
My mind state is black, black like Bernie Mac
No cowards, soul power in the words we rap

As, as as we walk together
Soul power soul, soul, soul power
Soul power soul power
Soul, soul, soul, soul soul power
Soul power soul power
Soul power soul power

Picks with fist, thick grease, dark nipples
My guy buy ice, I search for the dark crystal
Racing for paper
These broads is starter pistols
I spit through gang wars and strange doors
Out the sky, flames pour
The beats claims war
I see niggas with flags
Who they waving them for? I'm the nigga
That you put the chain on the door for
The nigga
That you started changing the laws for
Orator of hardcore and more
My raps the portal for the blue collar
You made a hit and came up on a few dollars
I'd rather listen to silence than you holla
Borrowed your persona from the late
That made Dear Mama
My realness is my armor that I
Wear up in this boy for truth your a decoy
Common Sense is like the future of the B-boy
I fall down and get up like Don McClurkin
Hit push and listen to it
Whistle while I'm twerkin'
Break it down like herb the nympho of info
I'm fucking what you heard
You ain't ready for war
You're stuck in the reserves
I mastered my high so I'm
Bucking at the birds
I've been wanting to fly so
Now I do it with the words
For those in the fast lane
I'll show you how to merge get your own
You see
It's like home grown herb black economics
The people we serve with soul power

As we walk together soul power
Soul, soul, soul, soul soul power
Soul power soul power
Soul power soul power
Soul power soul, soul, soul, soul
Soul power