Pyramids

[Verse 1: Common] A nigga told me only rhyme for 19-year-olds Nigga, you should rhyme wherever the spirit goes Here it goes, lyrical miracles These are pyramids from the imperial In theory though, low end scenario And sound boy burial drove me to classic material Aerial nights blew my mind out of stereotypes For ethereal heights, I write like Richard Invisible man, pictured below With the hieroglyphicable prolifical flow On the walls where the mystics of Kemet would go Supreme wisdom in my system is the kick in the door I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin' though This is a ritual for those depicted as low Now I passed life like I've been here before The reincarnation of It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back, coldest raps, for me, the globe is like a culdesac Around the world in a day, find forever and I stay I'm from the weather where they spray, there's gotta be a better way People dying every day, wonder what would heaven say Devils need to get away From Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the everglades I kneel where the rebels prayed Seen 50 grey, but they need better shades Niggas rhymin' like their whole style in retrograde, the escapade I'm on Is like when the sun, moon and stars was born It's hard to explain how these pyramids formed [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot MCs I'll be burning, burning hot Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot MCs I'll be burning, burning hot Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot MCs I'll burn, I'll burn, and I will burn, burn, burn [Verse 2: Common] I arrived on the planet, never took the Southside for granted Smoke a little, keep a high standard The Roots are my niggas so got a fly band with Son of the sit-ins, you know who I stand with Dude said I was a hero, I ain't nothing but a sandwich A gluten-free one at that, close my eyes see my raps My bio is feedback from what we need rap On some Marshawn Lynch, let me run it back [*sound of tape rewinding*] And come with that new black spiritual Every rap's a miracle, condition now critical Can't lack lyrical, we need black generals Holy war, tap into you like Savion But I'm a orator, the corduroy boy Came the door-to-door name down the corridor of fame I walk like an Egyptian on a mission to listen to conditions Envision a vision of what we wishing I've been commissioned to deprison the prism of your mind Spit the wisdom of the one divine Close encounter of the wonder kind, front a line Shift the paradigm with a pair of rhymes Styled by Michaela in the suite with Caroline Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama Shakes on Incense rising from the dresser Child of a fresher God Influenced by the life of the former, Joanne Chesimard Assata Shakur, I gotta do more The light-skinned spook who got in the door I got in here for the same thing Cassius Clay uses pottery for I'm on a world tour with Muhammad the prophet, my man And where we land the pyramids stand [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard (sample)] Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot MCs I'll be burning, burning hot Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot MCs I'll be burning, burning hot Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot MCs I'll burn, I'll burn, and I will burn, burn, burn