Перевод песни Common – Nag Champa (Afrodisiac For The World)

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Yeah baby boy
In the place (for you and yours) to be Da uh da uh, we got the uh yall
We bout to rock yall, we got the uh baby...
Yo yo yo check it Excite-ting, enlight-ning, invite-ting
Im writin shit that I feel
Raps are black steel in the hour of commotion, the motion of com
Is like that of a ocean, devotion cuz im The earth, wind, and fire of hip hop
By rakim and short I been inspired
My shit knocks environ---ments
Of cats wit seventeens tint, time is money
The mind is funny, how its spent on gettin it Its sittin wit descendants of abraham
Who say the jam is «money, cash, hoes»
I went from bashful to asshole to international
Lover-self, word to the mother on my last record cover its felt
Now deal wit it Chorus: bilal
I wanna get into it Lets do this
I wanna see you move it So move it So lets just get into it Lets do this
Can you feel the music?
The music oh ah, can you feel the music, the music
Yo check it yo In this never-ending battle to please
Niggas, magazine writers, mcs
Who request hot shit, I freeze
And tell em where I was rose, we always said cold
Hold your horses and ya carriages, this never-went-gold nigga
Rocks shows care-less
You not gon respect self, at least respect the heritage
Affect the lives, the spread of wealth and the merit is I realize what I portray day to day, I gotta carry this
And beats, rhymes and life is where the marriage is Had dreams of fuckin r&b broads, it came true
Journalist I wreck, shared the same view
Picked up a fallen angel on the path that I mc Familiar voice, come to find out the angel was me Some say «you changin, rashid»
Times are, we still close
I rhyme far, away away away
From what you accustomed to hearin everyday, uh-ah
You know the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, homies dyin
Im amongst it, save the war stories for private ryan, ini
Yo check it yo Women cry, children laugh, men dance
I refuse to lose self and try to win fans over
Weight on my shoulder fluctuates like oprahs
My refrigerator poetrys magnetic like ultra
You couldnt hang if you was a poster
Posin like a bitch for exposure
Its rumors of gay mcs, just dont come around me wit it You still rockin hickies, dont let me find out he did it Got my eyes on the tiger, eyes on the prize
Eyes on the thighs of mary j. blige, imagin on how good the cat must be Stop eatin meat, lost weight, but I still rap husky
My verse depth is that of a babys first step
Or the old lady who died and the nurse wept
I flow like cursive writing, invitin you and yours to my openess
Shows allow me to cop range/range like a vocalist
But man does not live on bread alone
What good is a range/range when its time to head home?
*during chorus on the second time*
We be that, we be that
Afrodisiac, disiac
We be that, we be that
Afrodisiac, disiac
We be that, we be that
Afrodisiac, disiac
We be that, we be that
Afrodisiac, disiac
We be that, we be that
Afrodisiac, disiac
We be that, we be that
Afrodisiac, disiac yeah