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 perseverence 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 occured
Some say I'm too deep, I'm in too deep to sleep

Through me, Muhammed will forever speak
Greet brothers with handshakes in 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, !@$@ish 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: Scratched by DJ Premier with variations]


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

"Heeeeyyyy, heeeeeyyyy"

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
Immortilized by the realness I bring to it

If revolution had a movie I'd be theme music
My music, you either fight, $#&@, 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 ba!@&(t
I'm Morpheus in this hip-hop Matrix, exposing fake %#@!


[Chorus]


Somedays I take the L to gel with the real world
Got on at 87th, stopped by this little girl
She recited raps, I forgot where they was from

In 'em, she was saying how she made brothers###
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 %#@! y'all pop true 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 til fade]