The 6th Sense Lyrics - Common Sense

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, niggerish 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 

Immortilized 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 this little girl 

She recited raps, I forgot where they was from 

In 'em, she was saying how she made brothers cum 

I start thinking, how many souls hip-hop has affected 

How many dead folks this art resurrected 

How many nations this culture connected 

Who am I to judge one's perspective? 

Though some of that shit y'all pop true it, I ain't relating 

If I don't like it, I don't like it, that don't mean that I'm hating 

I just want to innovate and stimulate minds 

Travel the world and penetrate the times 

Escape through rhythms in search of peace and wisdom 

Raps are smoke signals letting the streets know I'm with 'em 

For now I appreciate this moment in time 

Ball players and actors be knowing my rhymes, it's like 

Chorus til fade