| 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 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 If revolution had a movie I’d be theme music
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| 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
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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 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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| 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 |