Yeah, it's Common Sense, with DJ Premier
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And you know, yes you know
This industry will make you lose intensity
This is rap for real, something you feel
This is rap for real, something you feel
This is rap for real, something you feel
And you know, yes you know
And you know, oh yeah
Yeah
Dealing with alcoholism and afrocentricity
And you know, yes you know
In 'em, she was saying how she made brothers cum
In front of two-inch glass and Arabs I order fries
This is rap for [Incomprehensible]
If revolution had a movie, I'd be theme music
She recited raps, I forgot where they was from
Reality is frisking me
This is rap for the black people
It's unseen or heard, a king with words
The Common Sense in me remembers the basement
This is rap for real, something you feel
My music, you either fight, fuck, or dream to it
Immortalized by the realness I bring to it
Where a man is determined by how much a man make
We gonna help y'all see clear
The revolution is here
You tripping with nowhere to unpack, forgot that
For now I appreciate this moment in time
I'm the truth, across the table from corporate lies
This is rap for real, something you feel
This is rap
Through me, Muhammed will forever speak
This is rap for real
And you know, yes you know
And you know, yes you know
Who am I to judge one's perspective?
Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes
How many dead folks, this art resurrected
I just want to innovate and stimulate minds
Dark spots in my mind where the scene occurred
Some say I'm too deep, I'm in too deep to sleep
This is rap for real
This is rap
And you know, yes you know
How many nations, this culture connected
My life is one big rhyme, I try to scheme through it
This is rap for real, something you feel
I start thinking, how many souls hip-hop has affected
Raps are smoke signals letting the streets know I'm with 'em
This is rap for real
And you know, yes you know
And you know, yes you know
This is rap
This is rap for the black people
Escape through rhythms in search of peace and wisdom
Want to be in the rap race but ain't ran one lap
Can't knock the hustle, but I've seen street dreams deferred
The perseverance of a rebel, I drop heavier levels
And you know, yes you know
Ran so far from the streets that you can't come back
Songwriters: Albert J Johnson, Rashid Lonnie Lynn, Chris Martin, Kejuan W Muchita, Bilal Oliver
Cop Cognacs and spit old raps with young cats
I'd be lying if I said, I didn't want millions
I'm Morpheus in this hip-hop Matrix, exposing fake shit
Ball players and actors be knowing my rhymes, it's like
Under the Fubu is a guru, that's untapped
This is rap for the black people
Travel the world and penetrate the times
Inspiration when I write, I see my daughter's eyes
The revolution will not be televised
Got on at 87th, stopped by this little girl
And you know, yes you know
This is rap for real, something you feel
It's real hip-hop music, from the soul, y'all
And you know, yes you know
Somedays I take the L to gel with the real world
Through my shell, never knew what the divine would bring to it
If I don't like it, I don't like it, that don't mean that I'm hating
With cigarettes in their ear, niggerish they appear
More than money saved, I wanna save children
This is rap for real, something you feel
And, this is rap, and, this is rap for real
A complex man drawn off of simplicity
This is rap for real
Though some of that shit y'all pop true it, I ain't relating
Yeah, check it, yo
And you know, yes you know