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)