[Common]. Yeah baby boy. In the place (for you and yours) to be. Da uh da uh we got the uh ya'll. We bout to rock ya'll we got the uh baby.... Yo yo yo check it. Excite-ting enlight-ning invite-ting. I'm 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 I'm. The Earth Wind and Fire of hip hop. By Rakim and Short I been inspired. My shit knocks environ---ments. of cats wit seventeen's tint time is money. The mind is funny how it's spent on gettin it. It's 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 it's felt. Now deal wit it. Chorus: Bilal. I wanna get into it. Let's do this. I wanna see you move it. So move it. So let's just get into it. Let's do this. Can you feel the music?. The music oh ah can you feel the music the music. [Common]. Yo check it yo. In this never-ending battle to please. Niggas magazine writers MC's. 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. I'm amongst it save the war stories for Private Ryan INI. Chorus. [Common]. 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 Oprah's. My refrigerator poetry's magnetic like ultra. You couldn't hang if you was a poster. Posin like a bitch for exposure. It's rumors of gay MC's just don't come around me wit it. You still rockin hickies don't 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 baby's 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 it's time to head home?. Chorus 2x. [Common] *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.