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

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

In front of two-inch glass and I order fries
Inspiration when I write, I see my daughter's
I'm the truth, across the from corporate lies
Immortalized by the I bring to it
If revolution had a movie I'd be 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 what the divine bring to it
I'd be if I said I didn't want millions
More than money saved, I to save children
Dealing with alcoholism and
A man drawn off of simplicity
is frisking me
This industry will make you intensity
The Common Sense in me the basement
I'm Morpheus in this hip-hop Matrix, fake shit

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