Invocation

[Produced by No I.D.]

[Verse]

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 chief 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, seeming 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've sampled Diana Ross a long time ago

My mind of flow is like motor key twenty

Young blood 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