[male
vocals] (
Sound
of
needle
dropping
on
vinyl,
heavy
crackle)
Yeah,
turn
the
headphones
up,
let
that
snare
hit.
Back
to
the
foundation,
Uniport
days.
It’
s
the 6
th
Sense,
you
know
how
we
rocked
it.
Let’
s
take
a
walk
down
memory
lane.
Freshman
year,
dreams
heavy
like
the
textbooks
we
carried,
In
the
heart
of
the
garden
city,
our
ambitions
never
varied. 6
th
Sense
on
the
marquee,
the
energy
was
electric,
Spitting
bars
in
the
halls,
man,
our
flow
was
infectious.
I
was
zoning,
hitting
tracks
with
the
precision
of
a
surgeon,
Choice
on
the
mic,
leaving
every
single
crowd
surging.
Calibre
stepping
up,
lyrical
heavy
weight,
no
debate,
We
were
carving
out
our
legacy,
dodging
all
the
traps
of
fate.
Edward
brought
the
melodies,
the
hooks
that
stick
in
your
brain,
Dgyro
harmonizing,
washing
away
the
stress
and
the
pain.
While
Xavier
and
Emmanuel
were
in
the
basement
lab,
Cooking
up
the
gritty
loops,
everything
we
ever
had.
K-Hillz
and
Blast,
the
lineup
was
solid,
the
crew
was
tight,
Shining
through
the
campus
darkness
like
a
beacon
in
the
night.
It
was
the 6
th
Sense,
yeah,
we
ruled
the
stage,
Writing
history
on
every
single
turning
page.
From
the
lecture
hall
to
the
main
stage
light,
We
were
chasing
down
the
stars
through
the
dead
of
the
night.
Yeah,
it’
s 6
th
Sense,
the
pulse
of
the
town,
Always
keeping
the
spirit
up,
never
letting
it
down.
But
the
road
wasn't
paved
with
gold,
saw
the
shadows
creep
in,
Betrayal
from
the
bloodline,
where
the
real
hurt
starts
to
begin.
Family
ties
unraveling,
pulled
apart
at
the
seams,
Trying
to
stay
focused
while
they
tried
to
kill
the
dreams.
Then
a
girl
in
the
mix,
thought
we
had
a
future
planned,
But
she
turned
into
a
ghost,
shifting
shifting
like
the
sand.
Heartbreak
in
the
middle
of
the
grind,
feeling
the
cold,
Trust
is
a
currency
that’
s
rarely
ever
bought
or
sold.
She
played
the
role
of
the
loyal,
but
the
script
had
a
twist,
Left
a
bitter
taste,
added
to
the
memories
on
the
list.
But
I
kept
the
pen
moving,
let
the
ink
bleed
through,
Turning
all
the
pain
into
a
rhythm
that
is
true.
It
was
the 6
th
Sense,
yeah,
we
ruled
the
stage,
Writing
history
on
every
single
turning
page.
From
the
lecture
hall
to
the
main
stage
light,
We
were
chasing
down
the
stars
through
the
dead
of
the
night.
Yeah,
it’
s 6
th
Sense,
the
pulse
of
the
town,
Always
keeping
the
spirit
up,
never
letting
it
down. (
DJ
scratches:
wicked
wicked,
scratch
sound
effects)
Pressure
makes
diamonds,
that’
s
what
they
always
say,
But
the
cracks
in
the
armor
only
show
the
price
I
had
to
pay.
From
the
betrayal
of
kin
to
the
love
that
decayed,
I’
m
still
standing
here,
watch
the
foundation
we
laid.
We
were
young,
we
were
hungry,
we
were
raw
and
refined,
Leaving
all
the
doubting
voices
way
back
in
the
behind.
So
here’
s
to
the
brothers,
the
ones
who
kept
the
beat
steady,
To
the
ones
who
stayed
down
whenever
the
rhythm
got
heavy.
We
defined
an
era,
left
a
mark
on
the
school
ground,
Even
when
the
world
tried
to
hush
the
noise
and
the
sound.
I
carry
those
lessons,
the
scars
and
the
glory
alike,
Every
time
I
put
the
pen
to
the
pad
and
step
to
the
mic.
Uniport
forever,
the
memories
are
locked
in
the
vault,
It
wasn't
ever
about
the
fame,
or
the
win,
or
the
fault.
It
was
the
art,
the
heart,
the
soul
we
poured
in
the
track,
No
looking
forward,
no
looking
side
to
side,
just
looking
back.
It
was
the 6
th
Sense,
yeah,
we
ruled
the
stage,
Writing
history
on
every
single
turning
page.
From
the
lecture
hall
to
the
main
stage
light,
We
were
chasing
down
the
stars
through
the
dead
of
the
night.
Yeah,
it’
s 6
th
Sense,
the
pulse
of
the
town,
Always
keeping
the
spirit
up,
never
letting
it
down.
Yeah, 6
th
Sense.
Uniport
legacy.
Keep
the
record
spinning.
DJ,
let
it
fade
out
with
that
soul
loop. (
Sound
of
fading
record
crackle
and
echo)
Peace.