Common Sense F- Bilal Nag Champa (afrodisiac For The World) Lyrics

Nag Champa (afrodisiac For The World) Lyrics

[Common]

 Yeah baby boy

 In the place (for you and yours) to be

 Da uh da uh, we got the uh ya'll

 We bout to rock ya'll, we got the uh baby...

 Yo yo yo check it

 Excite-ting, enlight-ning, invite-ting

 I'm writin shit that I feel

 Raps are Black Steel In the Hour of commotion, the motion of Com

 Is like that of a ocean, devotion cuz I'm

 The Earth, Wind, and Fire of hip hop

 By Rakim and Short I been inspired

 My shit knocks environ---ments

 of cats wit seventeen's tint, time is money

 The mind is funny, how it's spent on gettin it

 It's sittin wit descendants of Abraham

 Who say the jam is "Money, Cash, Hoes"

 I went from bashful to asshole to international

 Lover-self, word to the mother on my last record cover it's felt

 Now deal wit it

 

 Chorus: Bilal

 

 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

 

 [Common]

 Yo check it yo

 In this never-ending battle to please

 Niggas, magazine writers, MC's

 Who request hot shit, I freeze

 And tell em where I was rose, we always said cold

 Hold your Horses and ya Carriages, this never-went-gold nigga

 Rocks shows care-less

 You not gon' respect self, at least respect the heritage

 Affect the lives, the spread of 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 Fuckin R&B broads, it came true

 Journalist I wreck, shared the same view

 Picked up a fallen angel on the path that I MC

 Familiar voice, come to find out the angel was me

 Some say "You changin, Rashid"

 Times are, we still close

 I rhyme far, away away away

 From what you accustomed to hearin everyday, uh-ah

 You know the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, homies dyin

 I'm amongst it, save the war stories for Private Ryan, INI

 

 Chorus

 

 [Common]

 Yo check it yo

 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

 Posin like a bitch for exposure

 It's rumors of gay MC's, just don't come around me wit 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, imagin on 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, invitin you and yours to my openess

 Shows allow me to cop Range/range like a vocalist

 But man does not live on bread alone

 What good is a Range/range when it's time to head home?

 

 Chorus 2x

 

 [Common] *during chorus on the second time*

 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 yeah