The Invocation

Hold on, hold on, rash
We tryna teach them how to rock with hip hop
I understand this is the jazz festival, but
Come on man, this is not hip hop
Hold up, this is part of this record, it's called, "Come back"
You gon' get 'em rock on this, check it out

Yeah, yo, take that bitch back
Let me take it back like this, come on
Come on, here we go

Envisioning the hereafter, listening to Steve Wonder
On a quest for love like the Karen drummer
I strike like lightning and don't need thunder
Inhale imagination and breathe wonder
Your lady, I used to run up in her and G weed from her

Tell me just summer, yo, yo
Going forward seems like retreat
I rewrite rhyme after rhyme and throw away beats
Growing into my britches, outgrowing the streets

A thin line between war and peace, whores and jeeps
Ignore MCs like beeps, scribbling freedom on pages
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 f- where you chart, certain sh- I can't honor
It ain't that you selling, it's your karma
Rappers I monitor like a chaperone, you large but haven't grown

Poetically perform live-bys, another rapper gone
Stage becomes a catacomb, I rap like a mummy
Not for the money, could have sampled Diana Ross a long time ago
My mind of flow is like motor key twenty
Youngblood said he had dimes, I prayed that he see twenty

Hollering at the brothers, you gon' be a thug or a man
Flip drugs and get land
I see my man was tired, described how the bucks hit him
Said slugs was still stuck in him, when it rained, it fucked with him
Bucket interrupt wisdom and asked when my album was coming
It's here, it's here, it's here, it's here...