Lyrics Nag Champa - Akua Naru
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
1 Intro
2 The Ride
3 The Backflip
4 Nag Champa Prelude
5 Nag Champa
6 Run Away
7 Tales of Men
8 The World Is Listening Remix
9 The Block
10 Mo(u)rning
11 The Flame (Narulude)
12 The Jones
13 Poetry: How Does It Feel?
14 Find Yourself
15 The Journey
16 Fire
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