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