Pyramids Lyrics - Common

A nigga told me he 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 

It's sound boy burial drove me to classic material 

Aerial nights blew my mind out of stereotypes 

For ethereal heights, I write like Pritchard 

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 everyday 

Wonder what would heaven say? Devils need to get away 

From Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the everglades 

I kneel where the rebels pray 

Seen fifty gray, 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 

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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 

I arrived on the planet, never took the Southside for granted 

Smoke a little, keep a high standard 

The Roots are my niggas so I gotta fly bandwith 

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 

And come with that new black spiritual 

Every rap's a miracle, condition now critical 

Game 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 devine 

Close encounter of the wonder kind, front a line 

Shift the paradigm with a pair of rhymes 

Style Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep 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 gotta hit four, 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 

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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