Pegz - Propaganda Lyrics
[Verse 1:]I'm not too concerned with rappers dissing meI burnt bridges and turkey slapped the industryI told critics, learn to act with dignityMy whole crew struggled to earn rap validityI'm from a city of trials and tribulationsA lot of good friends deprived of liberationUnderworld killings, violent intimidationOnly the strong survive the situationIt's hard enough trying to hold your ownWithout the weight of the world trying to overloadI go toe to toe with most of you blokesAnd comatose ya homophobic bogan flowsDon't you know, not to grab the micWith the same old punch line battle rhymesAppetite for destruction like the anti-christLooking like choir boys running from paradise[Hook:]Propaganda, PropagandaI can't believe I forgot to thank yaThe whole wide world's like what a wankerAnd they keep on, keep on, keep on dumbing it downPropaganda, PropagandaI ain't heard shit bout what you stand forEveryone knows that your not a gangsterAnd you keep on, keep on, keep on dumbing it down[Verse 2:]I don't carry a knife, I cook rappers aliveMy hooks damage ya mind, like Suge Marion KnightThe bangers I write, I look fans in the eyeAnd ask em why this bullshit happens in lifeTake away the cameras and lights, managers hypeAll you gots the people who'll stand by your sidePut your hands in the sky like a shantaramTomorrow we're coming down like an avalanche, what?My live shows like a fat-a-gramOn a tight rope, in some hammer pants (biatch)You couldn't rock a rent-a-crowd on new year'sWith free liquor, cheap strippers with huge *tits*The truth is you need to start saving your shoe moneyPaying ya dues instead of chasing the punani*****ing with Pegz, I'm a take ya to school sonnyYa out of ya depths in an inflatable pool party[Hook:]Propaganda, PropagandaI can't believe I forgot to thank yaThe whole wide world's like what a wankerAnd they keep on, keep on, keep on dumbing it downPropaganda, PropagandaI ain't heard shit bout what you stand forEveryone knows that your not a gangsterAnd you keep on, keep on, keep on dumbing it down[Verse 3:]I got brother's fecious, blood on my sneakersYou don't wanna see Obese jump through the speakersSuffa's a genius, your just another defeatistWritings on the wall like puzzler piecesWe love graffiti like junkies and street kidsDon't know what I'm saying better *****ing read itI'm a crew member since Menzie's Ave youth centreNever give into the politics and group pressureI got more loose screws than Hugh HeffnerWith a gold Rolex from a bootleggerKeep ahead of the pack like dole bludgersBone crushing lyricist, hit em like Joe BugnerGrip the microphone, clip em like toe cutterTreat them like hoes, don't give em my phone number[x4:]Propaganda, Propaganda
