So, as I have continued to dig through more of Common’s catalogue, I came across this gem. I find it interesting to listen to older songs and try to remember how different or indifferent things were at the time they were made. Last time I already touched base on how I have always appreciated Common’s ability to provoke thought and feeling through his music. This track is already 10 years old! It’s especially intriguing to me how relevant this song’s lyrics are despite its age. The intro “The revolution will not be televised” is in reference to Gil-Scot Heron’s song “The Revolution Will Not Be Televised”. Like Water for Chocolate was an incredible album (The Light is on it as well) and I’m a sucker for lyrics so here they are if you care for them too.
The perseverance 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 occurred
Some say I’m too deep, I’m in too deep to sleep
Through me, Muhammad will forever speak
Greet brothers with handshakes on 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 they ear, niggerish they appear
Under the Fubu is a guru that’s untapped
Want to be in the rat race but ain’t ran one lap
Ran so far from the streets that you can’t come back
You trippin’ with nowhere to unpack, forgot that…
Chorus: (DJ Premier scratching samples from “Memories Are Here to Stay” by The Intruders, and “Allustrious” by Mobb Deep)
In front of two-inch glass and Arabs I order fries
Insipration when i write; I see my daughter’s eyes
I’m the truth, across the table from corporate lies
Immortalized by the realness I bring to it
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 through it
I’d be lyin’ 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 frskin’ 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 sayin’ how she makes 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 that y’all pop to 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 and smoke signals let the streets know I’m with em
For now, I appreciate the moment in time
Ball players and actors be knowin’ my rhymes, it’s like…