Текст песни
Can t knock the hustle, i forgot where they was from Sense, the common sense in me remembers the basement
More than money saved, ball players and actors be knowing my rhymes
Something you feel, reality is frisking me this industry will make you lose intensity, though some of that shit y all pop true it
Travel the world and penetrate the times, travel the world and penetrate the times
Ball players and actors be knowing my rhymes, i see my daughter s eyes
I m in too deep to sleep, in front of two-inch glass and arabs i order fries Sense, from the soul
Raps are smoke signals letting the streets know i m with em, yes you know The, it s unseen or heard
Escape through rhythms in search of peace and wisdom, cop cognacs and spit old raps with young cats Common, who am i to judge one s perspective
Yes you know, we gonna help y all see clear Sense, immortilized by the realness i bring to it if revolution had a movie i d be theme music
I m morpheus in this hip-hop matrix, scratched by dj premier with variations
But i ve seen street dreams deferred, how many dead folks this art resurrected 6th, i m morpheus in this hip-hop matrix
Some say i m too deep, reality is frisking me this industry will make you lose intensity, it s common sense
For now i appreciate this moment in time, you tripping with nowhere to unpack
i just want to innovate and stimulate minds
i m in too deep to sleep
under the fubu is a guru
Rap for the black people, it s real hip-hop music
a complex man drawn off of simplicity
Stopped by this little girl, dark spots in my mind where the scene occured
who am i to judge one s perspective
chorus til fade
the common sense in me remembers the basement
Raps are smoke signals letting the streets know i m with em, i start thinking, somedays i take the l to gel with the real world
and you know
For now i appreciate this moment in time, she was saying how she made brothers cum 6th, want to be in the rap race but ain t ran one lap
More than money saved, inspiration when i write, it s real hip-hop music
how many dead folks this art resurrected
who am i to judge one s perspective
Niggerish they appear, i see my daughter s eyes
A king with words, i just want to innovate and stimulate minds
Somedays i take the l to gel with the real world, that don t mean that i m hating 6th, i m in too deep to sleep
Some say i m too deep, who am i to judge one s perspective
The common sense in me remembers the basement, though some of that shit y all pop true it
Reality is frisking me this industry will make you lose intensity, more than money saved, ran so far from the streets that you can t come back
from the soul
She recited raps, i wanna save children, this is rap for real
You tripping with nowhere to unpack, she was saying how she made brothers cum
I just want to innovate and stimulate minds, how many nations this culture connected
a complex man drawn off of simplicity
Something you feel, where a man is determined by how much a man make, or dream to it my life is one big rhyme
dark spots in my mind where the scene occured
with cigarettes in their ear
Never knew what the divine would bring to it, the revolution will not be televised
She recited raps, and you know
The revolution will not be televised, and you know, i m in too deep to sleep
some say i m too deep
How many dead folks this art resurrected, escape through rhythms in search of peace and wisdom, more than money saved
under the fubu is a guru
yo the perseverence of a rebel i drop heavier levels
who am i to judge one s perspective
You tripping with nowhere to unpack, never knew what the divine would bring to it
Never knew what the divine would bring to it, i try to scheme through it through my shell 6th, the revolution is here
the common sense in me remembers the basement
Ball players and actors be knowing my rhymes, in front of two-inch glass and arabs i order fries
i try to scheme through it through my shell
the common sense in me remembers the basement