Battle against Propaganda
Battle against Propaganda
Story behind the song
battle.
Lyrics
Lets get this shit straight, no need to call the coppers/
When I come to your hood in your house and beat your ass Propa/
If you beat then you beat me, I'll hand out fliers and banners/
Sayin you won, but it's just Propaganda/
So many dick riders, held a race in your name/
And all of em won, cause all of em on your cock son/
So when you get beat don't cry, take it like a thug/
And... I got plenty of salt for your types of slugs/
You package teletubies, and couldn't be happier/
And I suppose that's what makes Proganda the gay wrapper/
Get your clapper Entire's nothing to tamper with/
And so many Die Per Rhyme, it's what makes you a pampers kid/
Give props whem they do, you fake like Steven Segul/
And the last time I heard yo, props ain't lethal/
Kid you ain't see through, your ass I will hand ya/
And have a full course meal when I eat the Goose then Ganda/
I can't stand ya like a 1 legged stool/
It's true to say anyone who believes propaganda's a fool/
Ooh it's like a fight, kid you're gettin stole/
Take my foot off the gas now, and keep goin like cruise control/
You're loosin slow, pictures to proove your gay/
Show a Pitsburg man on parole the hardest thing to come from PA/
Time to end the beat and end this petty test/
And tell nothing but the truth to put Propaganda to rest/
Damn it's like algorithims, you can't catch my rhythym/
When I add more to the rhymes, to subtract you from my division/
You're bound to fall, it's underdog to win it all/
When I shit on more Propaganda than pigeons in front of City hall/
