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The revolution will not be televised<br /> The revolution is here<br /> Yeah, it's Common Sense, with DJ Premier<br /> We gonna help y'all see clear<br /> It's real hip-hop music, from the soul, y'all<br /> Yeah, check it, yo<br /> <br /> The perseverence of a rebel I drop heavier levels<br /> It's unseen or heard, a king with words<br /> Can't knock the hustle, but I've seen street dreams deferred<br /> Dark spots in my mind where the scene occured<br /> Some say I'm too deep, I'm in too deep to sleep<br /> Through me, Muhammed will forever speak<br /> Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes<br /> Where a man is determined by how much a man make<br /> Cop Cognacs and spit old raps with young cats<br /> with cigarettes in their ear, niggerish they appear<br /> Under the Fubu is a guru, that's untapped<br /> Want to be in the rap race but ain't ran one lap<br /> Ran so far from the streets that you can't come back<br /> You tripping with nowhere to unpack, forgot that<br /> <br /> Chorus: (Scratched by DJ Premier with variations):<br /> <br /> "This is rap for real, something you feel"<br /> "And you know, yes you know"<br /> "Rap for the black people"<br /> "Heeeeyyyy, heeeeeyyyy"<br /> <br /> In front of two-inch glass and Arabs I order fries<br /> Inspiration when I write, I see my daughter's eyes<br /> I'm the truth, across the table from corporate lies<br /> Immortilized by the realness I bring to it<br /> If revolution had a movie I'd be theme music<br /> My music, you either fight, fuck, or dream to it<br /> My life is one big rhyme, I try to scheme through it<br /> Through my shell, never knew what the divine would bring to it<br /> I'd be lying if I said I didn't want millions<br /> More than money saved, I wanna save children<br /> Dealing with alcoholism and afrocentricity<br /> A complex man drawn off of simplicity<br /> Reality is frisking me<br /> This industry will make you lose intensity<br /> The Common Sense in me remembers the basement<br /> I'm Morpheus in this hip-hop Matrix, exposing fake shit<br /> <br /> Chorus<br /> <br /> Somedays I take the L to gel with the real world<br /> Got on at 87th, stopped by this little girl<br /> She recited raps, I forgot where they was from<br /> In 'em, she was saying how she made brothers cum<br /> I start thinking, how many souls hip-hop has affected<br /> How many dead folks this art resurrected<br /> How many nations this culture connected<br /> Who am I to judge one's perspective?<br /> Though some of that shit y'all pop true it, I ain't relating<br /> If I don't like it, I don't like it, that don't mean that I'm hating<br /> I just want to innovate and stimulate minds<br /> Travel the world and penetrate the times<br /> Escape through rhythms in search of peace and wisdom<br /> Raps are smoke signals letting the streets know I'm with 'em<br /> For now I appreciate this moment in time<br /> Ball players and actors be knowing my rhymes, it's like<br /> <br /> Chorus til fade |