Текст песни COMMON - The 6th Sense
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Текст песни COMMON - The 6th Sense
The revolution will not be televisedThe revolution is hereYeah, it's Common Sense, with DJ PremierWe gonna help y'all see clearIt's real hip-hop music, from the soul, y'allYeah, check it, yo( )The perseverence of a rebel I drop heavier levelsIt's unseen or heard, a king with wordsCan't knock the hustle, but I've seen street dreams deferredDark spots in my mind where the scene occuredSome say I'm too deep, I'm in too deep to sleepThrough me, Muhammed will forever speakGreet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapesWhere a man is determined by how much a man makeCop Cognacs and spit old raps with young catswith cigarettes in their ear, niggerish they appearUnder the Fubu is a guru, that's untappedWant to be in the rap race but ain't ran one lapRan so far from the streets that you can't come backYou tripping with nowhere to unpack, forgot thatChorus: (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 friesInspiration when I write, I see my daughter's eyesI'm the truth, across the table from corporate liesImmortilized by the realness I bring to itIf revolution had a movie I'd be theme musicMy music, you either fight, fuck, or dream to itMy life is one big rhyme, I try to scheme through itThrough my shell, never knew what the divine would bring to itI'd be lying if I said I didn't want millionsMore than money saved, I wanna save childrenDealing with alcoholism and afrocentricityA complex man drawn off of simplicityReality is frisking meThis industry will make you lose intensityThe Common Sense in me remembers the basementI'm Morpheus in this hip-hop Matrix, exposing fake shitChorusSomedays I take the L to gel with the real worldGot on at 87th, stopped by this little girlShe recited raps, I forgot where they was fromIn 'em, she was saying how she made brothers cumI start thinking, how many souls hip-hop has affectedHow many dead folks this art resurrectedHow many nations this culture connectedWho am I to judge one's perspective?Though some of that shit y'all pop true it, I ain't relatingIf I don't like it, I don't like it, that don't mean that I'm hatingI just want to innovate and stimulate mindsTravel the world and penetrate the timesEscape through rhythms in search of peace and wisdomRaps are smoke signals letting the streets know I'm with 'emFor now I appreciate this moment in timeBall players and actors be knowing my rhymes, it's likeChorus til fade