featuring Erykah Badu

[Common (with Badu singing in background)]

Yeah.. wanna feel the vi ah hi hibe

Wanna feel the vibe wanna feel the vi ibe!

Uhhh.. wanna what? Yeah

Wanna what? Uhh yeah (come on)

Every bod' c'mon uhh

Yo yo.. (all night long)

[Common]

Durin divine hours I use mind power to refine

flour/flower girls and make em feel like black pearls

Get they minds off acryllic nails and the rap world

It's a lot you can find in the lost black girl

Made signs built in lodges, we be in garages

Discussin who we boned and who God is

Pro-black like Craig Hodges with my dashikis in the cleaners

I kick it for the Chevy ridin head to backstreet leaners

[Erykah Badu (with Common)]

Allllll.. (uhh) niiiiiight.. (yea yea, what?) [HAH]

Allllll.. [HUH, UHH] niiiiiight.. (whatcha say now Bee, what?)

Allllll.. (yeah, yeah yeah) niiiiiight.. [AOW! Aoww-owwww]

(to freak it with the) Allllll.. (now let me get a piece of this)

(let me get a piece Bee) niiiiiight..

[Common]

Check it, check it

I was born underwater with three dollars and a cocktail

Tryin to make the Garden of Eden, out of Auckdale and Rockwell

Lock'd in this Grid like a Tupac tale

While her-on rock smells make the cops tail

My third eye is my rail, on this Illa-thought

With afrocentric stamps I'm mailin thoughts

to my Gods held in court

I dwell where rebellion's taught, and emotions seldom walk

I try to Walk Like an Egyptian, with Hieroglyphics spelled in chalk

I guess the hustlin is the unspoken Gospel

Love that I'm an apostle, feel the holy spirit of Chicago

E Bottom, here's the bottle

I think I, need a cup of a tea, because I'm novel