Nag Champa
Common Lyrics


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Excite-ting, enlight-ning, invite-ing
I'm writing shit that I feel
Raps are black steel in the hour of commotion, the motion of Com
Is like that of a ocean devotion cause I'm
The earth, wind, and fire
Of hip hop, by Rakim and Short, I been inspired
My shit knocks environ---ments
Of cats with seventeen's tint, time is money
The mind is funny, how it's spent on getting it
It's sitting with 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 with it

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

In this never-ending battle to please
Niggas, magazine writers, emcees
Who request hot shit, I freeze
And tell them where I was rose, we always said cold
Hold your horses and your carriages
This never-went-gold nigga rocks shows care-less
You not gon' respect self, at least respect the heritage
Affecting lives is where the 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 fucking R&B broads, it came true
Journalist I wreck, shared the same view
Picked up a fallen angel on the path that I emcee
Familiar voice, come to find out the angel was me
Some say "You changing, Rashid"
Times are, we still close
I rhyme far, away away away
From what you accustomed to hearing everyday, uh-ah
You know the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, homies dying
I'm amongst it, save the war stories for Private Ryan, INI

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

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
Posing like a bitch for exposure
It's rumors of gay emcees, just don't come around me with 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
Imagining 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, inviting you and yours to my openess
Shows allow me to cop range like a vocalist
But man does not live on bread alone
What good is a range when it's time to head home?

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

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





We be that, we be that
Afrodisiac, 'disiac

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Common's song Nag Champa communicate the artist's self-assuredness in his craft as well as his willingness to take risks musically and lyrically. Common's writing is confident and insightful, opening with a proclamation of his creativity and intention to write based on his feelings. He goes on to liken his style to 'black steel' during a time of turmoil in hip hop, further exalting himself as an artist through comparisons to influential rappers Rakim and Short. The artist acknowledges that time is fleeting and valuable, so he chooses to spend it pursuing his passion for music.


Later in the verse, Common acknowledges the superficiality of some people's definitions of success, particularly of those who value "money, cash, hoes." He contrasts these materialistic attitudes with the importance of creating art that will affect others' lives in a positive way. While seemingly personal to Common's own experiences, his lyrics touch upon larger societal issues, particularly race relations and the broader impact of hip hop culture.


The chorus insists the importance of feeling the music and being present in the moment, rather than constantly striving for external validation. Common cites his desire to focus on creating good music, rather than making everyone happy, which is always a precarious and ultimately futile goal.


Overall, the lyrics of Nag Champa balance self-assuredness with introspection and open-mindedness, emphasizing that true art is made by following one's intuition, rather than trying to please others.


Line by Line Meaning

Excite-ting, enlight-ning, invite-ing
This song is exciting, enlightening, and inviting


I'm writing shit that I feel
Common is writing the truth


Raps are black steel in the hour of commotion, the motion of Com
Common's raps are strong and meaningful during times of chaos and commotion


Is like that of a ocean devotion cause I'm
Common's devotion to his craft is like the vast expanse of the ocean


The earth, wind, and fire
Common encompasses the elements of nature and has the power to ignite passion in his music


Of hip hop, by Rakim and Short, I been inspired
Rakim and Too Short have inspired Common's approach to hip hop


My shit knocks environ---ments
Common's music impacts people and their surrounding environments


Of cats with seventeen's tint, time is money
Common is aware of those who value material things and believes time is valuable


The mind is funny, how it's spent on getting it
People often prioritize obtaining material things over more important things in life


It's sitting with descendants of Abraham
Common is sitting with people of the same faith as him


Who say the jam is "money, cash, hoes"
Others focus on materialism and value money, cash, and women more than anything else


I went from bashful to asshole to international lover-self
Common has become more confident and assertive over time, but also values love


Word to the mother on my last record cover, it's felt
Common's last album resonated with listeners


Now deal with it
The truth may be uncomfortable, but it must be faced


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?
Common wants his listeners to engage with the music and feel its effect


In this never-ending battle to please Niggas, magazine writers, emcees Who request hot shit, I freeze
Common struggles to meet the expectations of others in the music industry


And tell them where I was rose, we always said cold Hold your horses and your carriages This never-went-gold nigga rocks shows care-less
Common remains grounded and doesn't let the pressures of the industry affect his performances


You not gon' respect self, at least respect the heritage Affecting lives is where the wealth and the merit is
Common values self-respect and the importance of heritage, and believes true success is measured by how much you positively impact others


I realize what I portray day to day, I gotta carry this And beats, rhymes and life is where the marriage is
Common understands the importance of being a positive role model and believes his music is where his values and artistry meet


Had dreams of fucking R&B broads, it came true Journalist I wreck, shared the same view
Common has achieved his musical aspirations and has also gained respect from those in the media


Picked up a fallen angel on the path that I emcee Familiar voice, come to find out the angel was me
Common has found his inner strength and true identity


Some say "You changing, Rashid" Times are, we still close I rhyme far, away away away From what you accustomed to hearing everyday, uh-ah You know the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, homies dying I'm amongst it, save the war stories for Private Ryan, INI
Some criticize Common for changing, but he distances himself from negative stereotypes and prefers to focus on positive change through his music


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
Common values staying true to himself and his art, not just trying to win popularity


You couldn't hang if you was a poster Posing like a bitch for exposure
People who pretend to be someone they're not will not be able to handle the pressure


It's rumors of gay emcees, just don't come around me with it You still rockin hickies, don't let me find out he did it
Common doesn't want to be involved with rumors or anything that contradicts his values


Got my eyes on the tiger, eyes on the prize Eyes on the thighs, of Mary J. Blige Imagining how good the cat must be Stop eatin meat, lost weight, but I still rap husky
Common is focused on his goals and also admires Mary J. Blige, but is also taking care of his health


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, inviting you and yours to my openess Shows allow me to cop range like a vocalist
Common's music is both raw and emotional, and he connects with listeners on a deep level. His live shows allow him to explore his range as an artist


But man does not live on bread alone What good is a range when it's time to head home?
Success means more than material possessions, and ultimately, what truly matters is returning home to the people who love and support you




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JAMES DEWITT YANCEY, LONNIE RASHID LYNN

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