The Invocation
Common Lyrics


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Envisioning the hereafter, listenin' 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 G 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, scribblin' freedom on pages
My third eye is like pink eye, seemin' contagious
Redeemin' the ancients with ace this rhyme jargon
I feel Mexican, hip hop is my garden
Don't give a fuck where you chartin', certain shit I can't honor
It ain't that you sellin', it's your karma
Rappers I monitor like a chaperone, you large and haven't grown
Poetically perform fly-bys, another rapper gone
The stage becomes a catacomb, I rap like a mummy
Not for the money, I could have sampled Diana Ross a long time ago
My mind of flow is like motor key 20
Youngblood said he had dimes, I prayed that he see twenty
Hollerin' at the brothers, either you gon' be a thug or a man
Flip drugs and get land, I can see my man Rashad
As he described how the bucks hit him
And said slugs was still stuck in him, when it rained, it fucked wit' him
This bucket interrupt wisdom and asked when my album was comin'
I said it's here
It's here, it's here, it's here, it's here, it's here
It's here, it's here, it's here, it's here, it's here
It's here, it's here, it's here, it's here, it's here




It's here, it's here, it's here, it's here, it's here
It's here, it's here, it's here, it's here, it's here

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Invocation" by Common are a reflection on the rapper's life, experiences, and his quest for love and peace in a world full of violence and coldness. He begins by invoking the afterlife and seeking inspiration from Stevie Wonder, whom he admires. Common is on a quest for love, using the drum beats of the Proceed drummer to guide him. He believes in striking with power and imagination, taking in wonder and exhaling creativity. He acknowledges his past, stating that he used to sleep with someone's lady and smoke weed with their friends. It's a cold world, and he believes people need summer, meaning warmth and comfort.


He acknowledges his growth as a rapper, both mentally and musically, and the thin line between war and peace, suggesting that the world tends to mix the two. Common refuses to be just another rapper, ignoring those who don't uphold the same high standards as him. He writes freedom on pages, using his third eye to share his truth and insights with others. He wants to redeem the old way of doing things in hip hop, preserving it as a fertile ground to grow into the future.


He does not care about charting and commercial success; he seeks to honor his karma and hold true to his values. He watches over other rappers to ensure they maintain the same level of quality and growth that he seeks for himself. In the end, the stage becomes a place of change, as he transforms into a mummy, preserving the past as he moves into the future.


Line by Line Meaning

Envisioning the hereafter, listenin to Steve Wonder
Thinking about the afterlife and listening to Stevie Wonder's music


On a Quest for Love like the Proceed drummer
Searching for true love like the drummer from the band The Roots


I strike like lightning and don't need thunder
I am powerful and don't need any extra noise to make an impact


Inhale imagination and breathe wonder
I take in creativity and breathe wonder into everything around me


That's your lady, I used to run up in her and G weed from her
I used to have a sexual relationship with a woman who is now with someone else


It's a cold world and niggaz need summer
Life can be tough and people need times of happiness and warmth to balance it out


At times my going forward seems like retreat
Sometimes it feels like I am not moving forward with my goals, but actually taking a step back


As I rewrite rhyme after rhyme and throw away beats
I constantly work on my music, refining my lyrics and discarding old beats


Growing into my britches, outgrowing the streets
I am maturing and moving beyond the rough environment of the streets


There's a thin line between war and peace, whores and jeeps
There is a delicate balance between opposing forces like war and peace, or innocent women and flashy cars


Ignore MCs like beeps, scribblin freedom on pages
I pay no attention to other rappers' taunts, focusing instead on expressing myself through writing


My third eye is like pink eye, seemin contagious
My intuition and insight is so strong it can spread to others like an infection


Redeemin the ancients with ace this rhyme jargon
I am reviving old styles of music with my excellent rhyming skills


I feel Mexican, hip hop is my garden
Although I am black, I feel a connection to Mexican culture and see hip hop as my creative outlet


Don't give a fuck where you chartin, certain shit I can't honor
I don't care how popular an artist is, there are some things I just cannot support


It ain't that you sellin, it's your karma
It's not about the money you make, but the energy you put out into the world that determines your fate


Rappers I monitor like a chaperone, you large and haven't grown
I keep an eye on other rappers like a chaperone, noticing that some have achieved fame but have not matured


Poetically perform fly-bys, another rapper gone
I deliver poetic verses that are like a drive-by shooting, taking down other rappers with my wordplay


The stage becomes a catacomb, I rap like a mummy
The stage is like a tomb, and I perform as if I am a mummy brought back to life through rap


Not for the money, I could have sampled Diana Ross a long time ago
I am not in this for the money, I could have used a popular sample from Diana Ross but chose not to


My mind of flow is like motor key 20
My rhyming ability is like a high-performance engine


Youngblood said he had dimes, I prayed that he see twenty
A young person claimed to have drugs, but I hope he doesn't end up in trouble with the law


Hollerin at the brothers, either you gon be a thug or a man
I am calling out to my fellow men, telling them they need to choose between a life of crime and violence, or of being a true man


Flip drugs and get land, I can see my man Rashad
Selling drugs to buy property is the path some people take, and I can see a particular friend of mine doing this


As he described how the bucks hit him
As he explained how he was shot and injured


And said slugs was still stuck in him, when it rained, it fucked wit him
He revealed that bullets were still lodged in his body from the shooting, and when it rained he experienced pain


This bucket interrupt wisdom and asked when my album was comin
Someone with no respect interrupted my conversation to ask when my album would be released


I said it's here
I simply replied that my album was already available




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: William James Wilson, Olga Kharitidi

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Joshua Wright

This track is ridiculously good.. And short enough to repeat a few times.

Christopher Lucas

Joshua Wright I know. I wish this was longer. Fuckin classic. This dude embodied hip hop in Chicago.

MK-Ultra Mags

I play this for 15min straight

M Peters

...but also worthy of one of those 10 Hours of...videos

Jason Hairston: Little Sun

One of the dopest beats of all time.

Love Powers

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Mr. Midnight

Some songs make you simply say.....THIS IS HIP HOP.

El 47

Lol frl

Rodney Wright

I can play the beat endless times

Sluggz McGee

Been a fan of this brother ever since Can I Borrow A Dollar (1992). I was just starting junior high. I'm now a 41 year old grandfather. I've watched Common evolve paralleled with his music. I witnessed him being Unsigned Hype in Source magazine to being a multi-platinum, Grammy and Oscar award winning philanthropist/artist. And he did it by being himself. He didn't have to follow the trend of being a gun-slinging, tatted up, trap-thug. He was comfortable in his own skin and blazed his own trail and guess what... IT WORKED! Common, I salute you, sir.

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