The 6th Sense 歌词
| 歌曲 | The 6th Sense |
| 歌手 | Common |
| 专辑 | Like Water For Chocolate |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Albert Johnson/Bilal Oliver/Chris E. Martin/Kejuan Muchita/Lonnie Lynn | |
| 作词 : Bilal/Albert Johnson/Lonnie Rashid Lynn/Chris Martin/Kejuan Muchita | |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : Albert Johnson Bilal Oliver Chris E. Martin Kejuan Muchita Lonnie Lynn | |
| zuo ci : Bilal Albert Johnson Lonnie Rashid Lynn Chris Martin Kejuan Muchita | |
| 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 hiphop 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 twoinch 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 hiphop 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 hiphop 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Albert Johnson Bilal Oliver Chris E. Martin Kejuan Muchita Lonnie Lynn | |
| zuò cí : Bilal Albert Johnson Lonnie Rashid Lynn Chris Martin Kejuan Muchita | |
| 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 hiphop 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 twoinch 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 hiphop 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 hiphop 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 |
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