The Invitation

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Kamaal Ibn John Fareed (born Jonathan Davis on April 10, 1970), better known by his stage name Q-Tip, is an American hip hop artist from St. Albans, Queens, New York, part of the critically acclaimed group A Tribe Called Quest. John Bush of Allmusic called him "the best rapper/producer in hip-hop history," while editors of About.com placed him on their list of the Top 50 Hip-Hop Producers, as well as placing him on their list of the Top 50 MCs of Our Time (1987–2007). In 2012, The Source ranked him #20 on their list of the Top 50 Lyricists of All Time. more »

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2011

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Ain't nothin' stoppin this murderin in Metropolis
I represent the poor profitless corner monopolipis
The pessimist outnumber the optimist on the block and it's
Coppers that got binoculars cause I can feel them watchin us
(Feel em watchin us) If only they knew what we had a pocket of
They probably swarm in without a warning pointin glocks at us
Get down...but this is gettin us paid
So at a very tender age we learned the tricks of the trade
Copping coke to cooking it to chipping it with the blade
To baggin and pitchin to gettin rid of it in a raid
Most of us would never get to stage, when its lawyers and bail
Hell we're happy to get stiffed in the cage
And it's crazy we be out here days upon days
Makin just enough to get some licks, some kicks, and some haze
It's a damn shame we're placed in a no win situation
The party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation

Rikers Island you don't stop
Greenhaven all day you don't stop
Hold it down in Rahway you don't stop
You gotta strive in Elmira you don't stop
Sullivan, Kelso and you don't stop
All my peoples Auburn you don't stop
And last but not least for the sure shot
It's the abandoned nation

Teresea baby daddy got a bad habit of somking money up
She gettin some strippin paper but saved enough for a tummy tuck
Little man hungry as f*ck he only one-years-old
But knows he's unlcuky and such
As he grows he gets bitter now he acts up in class
He curses his teachers out tellin them they can kiss his ass
Soon as he didn't pass his mama whoppin his ass
His pops is not around the boy is blocked down
(Blocked down) Not even 12 months later
He suckin on 40oz and pissin in elevators
Idolizin the guys with big rides that gettin quick paper
And now he despises the shit-taker
He 13 goin on 26 and a half
His only dream is to have bricks and a stash
Poppin the clutch and hittin the gas, so he start dabblin
In the coke game pitchin for halves
Now he sittin in a cell with an unpeculiar bail
He happened to make a sale to an unfamiliar male
Who was an undercover cop his photo is at the station
The party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation

Bayview and Clinton you don't stop
North Branch, Connely you don't stop
Hurstville, Bunker Hill you don't stop
Greenville, James River you don't stop

The party is in the pen and the government is promotin it
That's the reason I don't be believin in all this votin shit
They bring the coke in this bitch, ain't no poppy seeds
In the p's please, there's nothing but a whole lot of hopelessness
That's where all the focus is makin sure all the blacks
Stay in the back the same place that uh, Scoliosis is
How can they lie with such compulsiveness we just sit around
Acting like this is how we supposed to live
F*ck outta here, I can swear in bout a year
I'll have these suckas in explainin why the hell they still got us here
This gettin treated like shit still gettin beat
With nightsticks, still attractin heat in my six
That's why we ride still drink Barcardi and the Gin
That's why you tryna invite me to the party in the pen
The body will get your ass up in the VIP
And the burner will get you in without showing your id
The coke that'll get you in especially if you cook it up
You RSVP to the party in the P
Enitentiary Saigitty I am the truth
I ain't one of these kids that lie to the youth, I'm living proof

Comstock in the house it don't stop
Sing Sing, uh you don't stop
Attica come on you don't stop
And Attica come on you don't stop
Out in Greenhaven you don't stop
And what it do Rahway you don't stop
Out west in Lompoc you don't stop
Is San Quetin in the house and you don't stop
Over in Ironwood you don't stop
What about Aronhill you don't stop
North Branch do it up you don't stop
Over in Connelly you don't stop
Saigon the Yardfather you don't stop
Just Blaze on the beat he keeps it hot
And last but not least for the sure shot
It's the abandoned nation

Comstock's in the house hands up (hands up)
Sing Sing's in the house hands up (hands up)
Attica's in the house hands up (hands high)
Greenhaven's in the house hands up (to the sky)
Rahway's in the house hands up (put em up)
Lompoc's in the house hands up (keep em up)
Elmira's in the house hands up (hands high)
Sullivan's in the house hands up (put em up, put em up)

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