Lyrical Breakdown of The Invocation - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Invocation" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Common weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "The Invocation" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Common employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Common's narrative.

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Hold on, hold on, rash We tryna teach them how to rock with hip hop I understand this is the jazz festival, but Come on man, this is not hip hop Hold up, this is part of this record, it's called, "Come back" You gon' get 'em rock on this, check it out Yeah, yo, take that bitch back Let me take it back like this, come on Come on, here we go Envisioning the hereafter, listening to Steve Wonder On a quest for love like the Karen drummer I strike like lightning and don't need thunder Inhale imagination and breathe wonder Your lady, I used to run up in her and G weed from her Tell me just summer, yo, yo Going forward seems like retreat I rewrite rhyme after rhyme and throw away beats Growing into my britches, outgrowing the streets A thin line between war and peace, whores and jeeps Ignore MCs like beeps, scribbling freedom on pages Third eye is like pink eye, seen and contagious Redeeming the ancients with ageless rhyme jargon I feel Mexican, hip hop is my garden Don't give a f- where you chart, certain sh- I can't honor It ain't that you selling, it's your karma Rappers I monitor like a chaperone, you large but haven't grown Poetically perform live-bys, another rapper gone Stage becomes a catacomb, I rap like a mummy Not for the money, could have sampled Diana Ross a long time ago My mind of flow is like motor key twenty Youngblood said he had dimes, I prayed that he see twenty Hollering at the brothers, you gon' be a thug or a man Flip drugs and get land I see my man was tired, described how the bucks hit him Said slugs was still stuck in him, when it rained, it fucked with him Bucket interrupt wisdom and asked when my album was coming It's here, it's here, it's here, it's here...