Common, Bilal - The 6th Sense lyrics

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 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

"This is rap for real, something you feel"
And you know, yes you know
"This is rap for the black people"
Heeeeyyyy, heeeeyyyy
"This is rap- This is rap for real"
And you know, yes you know
"This is rap for the black people"

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

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, heeeeyyyy
"This is rap- This is rap for real"
And you know, yes you know
"This is rap for the black people"

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

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, heeeeyyyy
"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, heeeeyyyy
"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

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