Common — The 6th Sense

[Intro: Common] 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 [Verse 1: Common] The perseverance 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 occurred Some say I'm too deep, I'm in too deep to sleep Through me, Muhammad will forever speak Greet brothers with handshakes on 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: Bilal & Prodigy] "This is rap for real, something you feel" And you know, yes you know "This is rap for the black people" Heeeeyyyy, heeeeeyyyy "This is rap- This is rap for real" And you know, yes you know "This is rap for the black people" [Verse 2] 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 Immortalized 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: Bilal & Prodigy] And you know, yes you know "This is rap for real, something you feel" And you know, yes you know "This is rap for the black people" Heeeeyyyy, heeeeeyyyy "This is rap- This is rap for real" And you know, yes you know "This is rap for the black people" [Verse 3] Some days I take the L to gel with the real world Got on at 87th, sat by this little girl She recited raps, I forgot where they was from In 'em, she was saying how she make 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 bop to 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 & Outro: Bilal & Prodigy] And you know, yes you know "Thi- This is rap for real, something you feel" And you know, yes you know "Thi- This is rap for real, something you feel" Heeeeyyyy, heeeeeyyyy "This is rap- This is rap for real" And you know, yes you know "This is rap for the black people" And you know, yes you know "This is rap" "Co- Co- Com' sense" And you know, yes you know "Thi- This is rap for real, something you feel" Heeeeyyyy, heeeeeyyyy "This is rap- This is rap for real" And you know, yes you know "This is rap for real, something you feel" You knooow, and you knoooooow Yeah, ooohowoooo Yeaahhh [Skit: Common & Female Fan] Oh, excuse me, Common? Yeah, yeah? Oh my goodness. Um, I'm sorry- I'm sorry to bother you. I just wanted- you know, if I could get your autograph. And I just wanted to tell you- I just wanted to thank you because your lyrics are so positive for the women out here— Yeah, I appreciate that, I appreciate that, sister. You know, it's like I think we gotta portray women in a better light. You know how- you know most rappers is talking all this other stuff, making women look bad. You know, I was raised by my mother. You know, I got a daughter, so it's like- Wait, 'scuse me- hold on- hold on- 'scuse me, one second, sister- 'scuse me, one second, sister— Bitch! Bitch, didn't I tell you to get out there! I don't give a fuck if there's police out there; I don't give a fuck if it's snowin'. I want you out there hoein'. This a business; you ain't gone too far to see that yet. You know what I'm talking 'bout. Get yo' ass out there on them streets! Get on goin', get my paper Sorry about that, sister. Sorry for— Oh my goodness! How you gonna disretrospect me like that—