Propaganda Songtext
von Pegz

Yeah, I′m not too concerned with rappers dissing me
I burn bridges and turkey slap the industry
I told critics, learn to act with dignity
My whole crew struggled to earn a rap validity
I'm from a city of trials and tribulations
A lot of good friends deprived of liberation
Underworld killings, violent intimidation

Only the strong survive the situation
It′s hard enough trying to hold your own
Without the weight of the world trying to overload
I go toe to toe with most you blokes in comatose
Your homophobic, broken flows
Don't you know not to grab the mic
With the same old punchline battle rhymes
Appetite for destruction like the anti-christ
Looking like choir boys running for paradise


Propaganda, propaganda, I can't believe I forgot to thank ya
The whole wide world′s like "what a wanker"
And they keep on, keep on, keep on dumbing it down
Propaganda, propaganda, I ain′t heard shit 'bout what you stand for
Everyone knows that you′re not a gangsta
And you keep on, keep on, keep on dumbing it down

I don't carry a knife, I cook rappers alive
My hooks damage your mind like Suge Marion Knight
The bangers I write, I look fans in the eye
And ask ′em why this bullshit happens in life

Take away the cameras and lights, managers hype
All you got's the people that stand by your side
Put your hands in the sky like a shantaram
Tomorrow we′re coming down like an avalanche
What? My life shows like a fatter gram
On a tight rope in some Hammer pants (biatch)
You couldn't rock a rent-a-crowd on New Years
With free liquor, cheap strippers with huge (uh)
The truth is you need to start saving your shoe money

Paying some dues instead of chasing the punani
Fucking with Pegz, I'ma take you to school sonny
You′re out of your depth at an inflatable pool party


Propaganda, propaganda, I can′t believe I forgot to thank ya
The whole wide world's like "what a wanker"
And they keep on, keep on, keep on dumbing it down
Propaganda, propaganda, I ain′t heard shit 'bout what you stand for
Everyone knows that you′re not a gangsta
And you keep on, keep on, keep on dumbing it down

Got brothers facetious, blood on my sneakers
You don't wanna see Obese jump through the speakers
Suffa′s a genius, you're just another defeatist
Writings on the wall like puzzler pieces

We love graffiti like junkies and street kids
Don't know what I′m saying? Better fucking read it
I′m a crew member since Menzies Ave youth centre
Never give in to the politics and group pressure
I got more loose screws than Hugh Hefner
With a gold Rolex from a bootlegger
Keep ahead of the pack like no bludgers
Bone-crushing lyricist, hit 'em like Joe Bugner
Grip the microphone, clip ′em like toe cutter
Treat 'em like hoes, don′t give 'em my phone number

Propaganda, propaganda
Propaganda, propaganda
Propaganda, propaganda
Propaganda, propaganda