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Common Rotation - Текст песни The 6th Sense
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, 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: (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 itCommon Rotation - The 6th Sense - http://ru.motolyrics.com/common-rotation/the-6th-sense-lyrics.html
 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
 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 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 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











