The 6th Sense

Common

The revolution will not be televised


The revolution is here


Yeah, it's Common Sense, with DJ Premier


We gonna help y'all see clear


It's real hip-hop music, from the soul, y'all


Yeah, check it, yo





The perseverence of a rebel I drop heavier levels


It's unseen or heard, a king with words


Can't knock the hustle, but I've seen street dreams deferred


Dark spots in my mind where the scene occured


Some say I'm too deep, I'm in too deep to sleep


Through me, Muhammed will forever speak


Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes


Where a man is determined by how much a man make


Cop Cognacs and spit old raps with young cats


With cigarettes in their ear, nigga-rich they appear


Under the Fubu is a guru, that's untapped


Want to be in the rap race but ain't ran one lap


Ran so far from the streets that you can't come back


You tripping with nowhere to unpack, forgot that





Chorus: (Scratched by DJ Premier with variations):





"This is rap for real, something you feel"


"And you know, yes you know"


"Rap for the black people"


"Heeeeyyyy, heeeeeyyyy"





In front of two-inch glass and Arabs I order fries


Inspiration when I write, I see my daughter's eyes


I'm the truth, across the table from corporate lies


I'm on the live by the realness, I bring to it


If revolution had a movie I'd be theme music


My music, you either fight, fuck, or dream to it


My life is one big rhyme, I try to scheme through it


Through my shell, never knew what the divine would bring to it


I'd be lying if I said I didn't want millions


More than money saved, I wanna save children


Dealing with alcoholism and afrocentricity


A complex man drawn off of simplicity


Reality is frisking me


This industry will make you lose intensity


The Common Sense in me remembers the basement


I'm Morpheus in this hip-hop Matrix, exposing fake shit





Chorus





Somedays I take the L to gel with the real world


Got on at 87th, stopped by thi