Blue Scholars:Invocation

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Been through city blocks, boondocks, alleyways, campuses
Might have bagged your groceries or maybe gave you answers or advice to change your life
Maybe I was right, lately I’ve been bumping nothing but you know the type of hip-hop
Played before the disc jocks were made to give props and distorted the perception of hot
But instead of sitting, thinking wishfully that it would stop
Studied history and saw a pattern through it all
From jazz music to blues, the rock and the roll
The art is just a market made to co-op the soul
The artist is a target for the profiteering hand
Pulling rugs out from underneath the culture of a man
I’ve had it with the man, I manage to demand what is rightfully mine
In this land of opportunist, we carve a community
Gathering in ciphers we shine in, when we do it we lose track of time
‘Cause time doesn’t mind, and time is designed to be spent on whatever we find,
To be meaningful, leaning forward over the edge of a memory wedged between a view and a fall
I’d do it all over again if I had to
Darling it’s so sad to see you shed a tear
The skin you never had the chance you had to view was beautiful
You define majesty with extra gravity to pull,
Solar systems together holding it down whenever
Broadcasting live from a place called forever
Where time is of the essence, time is the essence
And we’re blessed if the moment lasts long enough to ask
How many MCs must get gassed, before another pulls a punch line right out if his ass?
I’ve been traveling fast on a road much faster
My history in textbooks, no chapter
You have to grow another mind to master the rhyme I designed to command you to put your hands up after
Pass the dutchie now from B-Town to Sea-Town up to Boogie Down
Where there grew a sound that was born in Jamaica
Original maker, home of the select then the sound clash evolved into battlin’
Like thirty years later now the whole generation is passed
And Hollywood made a movie, America is buggin’
Your uncle wants to battle and your cousins are thuggin’,
Up in class, tell your teacher kiss your ass
‘Cause matter of fact they can kiss mine too
Yo I had to …(?)… concentratin’ mind vibratin’ like it’s harlem shakin’ both arms gyratin’
Palms around the mic, tight ‘til it starts to hurt
Ladies makin’ babies like its Hades on earth
Now from Seattle to wherever you're at
If you spit to uplift or you battle the wack
Put a fist in the sky if you know you got soul
And if you don't know then we're tellin' you so
It goes,
From Seattle to wherever you're at
If you spit to uplift or you battle the wack
Put a fist in the sky if you know you got soul
And if you don't know then we're tellin' you so
I said we’re tellin’ you so
I said we’re tellin’ you so
I said we’re tellin’ you so
One more time
I said we’re tellin’ you so
I said we’re tellin’ you so
God damnit
I said we’re tellin’ you so