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The revolution will not be
The is here
Yeah, it's Common Sense, DJ Premier
We gonna y'all see clear
It's real hip-hop music, the soul, y'all
Yeah, it, yo

The of a rebel I drop heavier levels
It's unseen or heard, a king with
Can't knock the hustle, but I've seen dreams deferred
Dark spots in my mind where the scene
Some say I'm too deep, I'm in too deep to
Through me, Muhammad will speak
Greet brothers handshakes in ghetto landscapes
Where a man is determined by how much a man
Cop Cognacs and old raps with young cats
With cigarettes in their ear, they appear
the Fubu is a guru, that's untapped
Want to be in the rap but ain't ran one lap
Ran so far from the streets that you can't back
You with nowhere to unpack, forgot that

In front of two-inch glass and Arabs I order
Inspiration I write, I see my daughter's eyes
I'm the truth, across the table from corporate
Immortalized by the realness I to it
If had a movie I'd be theme music
My music, you fight, fuck, or dream to it
My life is one big rhyme, I try to scheme it
Through my shell, never knew the divine would bring to it
I'd be lying if I I didn't want millions
More than money saved, I want to save
with alcoholism and afrocentricity
A complex man off of simplicity
is frisking me
This industry make you lose intensity
The Sense in me remembers the basement
I'm in this hip-hop Matrix, exposing fake shit

days I take the L to gel with the real world
Got on at 87th, stopped by little girl
She recited raps, I forgot they was from
In 'em, she was how she made brothers cum
I start thinking, how souls hip-hop has affected
How many folks this art resurrected
How nations this culture connected
Who am I to judge one's
Though some of that shit y'all pop true it, I ain't
If I don't like it, I don't it, that don't mean that I'm hating
I just want to and stimulate minds
Travel the world and the times
Escape through rhythms in search of and wisdom
Raps are smoke signals letting the streets know I'm 'em
For now I appreciate this in time
Ball players and actors be knowing my rhymes, it's