Swisha Suite - August Greene, Common, Robert Glasper

Spirits move me, coming through me

Feel it going, coming on strong

I got something to say, say, say, say

I got something to say, say, say, say

Spirits move me, coming through me

Feel it going, coming on strong

I got something to say, say, say, say

I got something to say, say, say, say

Symphony

The epiphany of text, it’s like the chemistry of sex

Treatment of

That I stood on, may be hood strong

I kept my hood on, and put my hood on

The world would know 'em

Blessings to my man named Del

Issue with his colon, we all swollen

Inflamed omens, Ingrained moments, of truth

That guide us to our inner Moses

Staffs, rivers, crosses, niggas, burning in the slithers

Of America, we wearin' the racism like the old jacket

These are alkaline rhymes with no acid

I’ma do some shit and I’ma be cold at it

Lying to a chick, man that’s my old habits

Daughter talks, divine order caught

Me by the collar, what it is to be a father

I made some mistakes, some things I was good at

You take away the bad then you gotta take the good back

It’s all a journey, she came though us for us to teach us

And for me to learn me 'till the judge adjourned me

I’m the attorney of a Universal law

Fill out a application and I gotta circle raw, aww

Feeling it, willing it to existence

Living in temptation, living in resistance

Got to know persistence, it helped me travel the distance

Now in a battle, I find what bliss is

Got a wish list for my people at the crib to get it right, right, right

Got a wish list for my people at the crib that we can get it right, right, right

Got a wish list for my people in the bright lights

That we can use the light right, right, right, right, right, right

Or invite to type, invite to, produce, seduce

What can I do to induce the type of thoughts to

The angel wings

(Fades out)