The Invocation (Live)

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 G 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