6th Sense Freestyle
[Verse 1: Sweetness]
The Revolution will not be televised
The Revolution is here
Look
The Top Floor is the place where I reside
Hip Hop never died, it was buried alive
And a group of killers made it survive
Now they just selling themselves for riches, tell me where’s the soul
Never been one to break the Golden Rule
It’s the white kid playing the game, Pistol Pete
I’m just tryin’ to be the next gamebreaker, NBA Street
For the love of the game
I’m Dr. J at the Rucker before the fame
Forget the money, I’d rather do it for the screams
The studio is my field of dreams
When I write these rhymes it’s like I’m writing prayers
Because victory always belongs to he who dares
Sweetness getting the team together like the 85 Bears
The walking example of the difference between a shot taker and a shot maker
Because in the end I’ve always had Magic like the 87 Lakers
Yeah, this Top Floor lifestyle, I’ve created an Army
New to the game but I’m divin in, I ride these beats like Johhny Tsunami
I always find a way to win, Santonio in the Super Bowl you can’t guard me
Young Sojourner, I’m all about the truth
In this Adam and Eve society, for the one I love I’m biting the fruit
Gotta team of girls like Geno Auriemma
But I’m just looking for that MVP, Elena Delle Donne
It’s Sweetness baby, why the game tasting so sour?
I start talking to a girl and you all trying to get in like the restaurant’s last half hour
But this music game was love at first sight
Y’all still playing with your apps and watching Guiding Light
I’m going  Frank Lucas, front row at the fight
People doin’ anything for an ounce of glory
The true American Horror Story
Our ancestors died for this country stabbing and shootin
On this sacred ground, my generation is just disrespecting and polluting
But I think we can make the change
Just trying to live that good life
Every day I praise god that I never had to live that hood life
Because my mom put in the sacrifice for her little boy
And because of her I always been a man of honor
Doing this for my last name, never promised tomorrow
When I hit the streets they come alive for that white boy Brian O’Conner

[Verse 2: Sweetness]
They say always bet on yourselves
So I went to college and started studying those books off the shelves
This broken education system, it really sells
And all this tuition got my cosigners feeling shifty
But I’m still swinging for the fence, 1999, Ken Griffey
Common sense, maybe you should invest
Life insurance is just layaway for the wife to buy a brand new Mercedes
When she’s 80, And as of lately
All I’ve been thinking about is my fate
And all my homies living outta state
If you care about someone, tell ‘em how you feel
Too many people coming and going, it’s been a while since I had something real
And if looks can steal
This would be that F Gary Gray cinematography
The young wild and free Socrates
To the grand scheme I’m just trying to apply a little philosophy
Like it’s funny how a smell brings back a memory
Or I feel for everything that can’t be touched
Listening to my idols talking to me but they aren’t even here
And when my vision gets blurry, everything becomes so clear
You know, to taste the wealth, you gotta spend every expense
The prophet of my own life, I call it my 6th sense
The land where my fathers died
The land where my mothers cried
The Ten Commandments, I think I violated like 5
Ryan Gosling, I’ve always been about the drive
I don’t think I’ll ever grow up
Maybe just to meet my queen and buy her some diamonds
This is my King’s Speech, tired of all the silence
May my words be bullets, shooting back at the violence
Spread love, spread peace
But in the meantime you have the right to remain silent