Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pyramids , by - Common. Release date: 03.11.2016
Song language: English
Pyramids |
| A nigga told me 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 |
| And sound boy burial drove me to classic material |
| Aerial nights blew my mind out of stereotypes |
| For ethereal heights, I write like Richard |
| 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 every day, wonder what would heaven say |
| Devils need to get away |
| From Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the everglades |
| I kneel where the rebels prayed |
| Seen 50 grey, 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 |
| 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 got a fly band with |
| 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 |
| Can’t 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 divine |
| Close encounter of the wonder kind, front a line |
| Shift the paradigm with a pair of rhymes |
| Styled by Michaela in the suite 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 got in here for the 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 |
| 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 |