PROPAGANDA! - Intellectual

[Intro]

This station and hundreds of other radio and TV stations throughout this part of the country are pulling their resources through an emergency network hookup to keep you informed of all development

At this hour, we repeat, these are the facts that we know. There is an epidemic of mass murder being conducted by a virtual army of unidentified assassins

[Sample]

Okay, Gary, you have my attention

[Verse 1: Quentin Branch]

Angry black and we back

Y'all addicted like we crack

Reddit users on my shaft

Told 'em "Lick my ballsack"

ABM, all facts

Write that shit, all caps

Feelin' like a superhero

Alan Moore, Rorschach

Niggas on a warpath

Go ahead, record that

Counterculture classism

'Cause we can't afford crap

Mission go, abort that

Now I'm switching up my flow, though

Everywhere we go it's like they wanna take a photo

Every song I co-wrote

Brian is the architect

Tryna win this white man

Game with my heart intact

Loot a local target next

Hit 'em where the money at

Lookin' for the truth, where my Mulder and my Scully at

Catch me where we're sunny at

Chillin' where my buddies at

Dark skin, dread head

Lookin' kinda bummy, and

Intelligent young black man never hesitant

Motherfuck the president

I say it now in present tense

[Bridge 1]

Unidentified assassins

[Verse 2: Quentin Branch]

Cancel culture, suck a dick

I just had enough of it

Fuck a Twitter tweet

Eatin' beats like a vegetable

Skillset impeccable

Accessible to white folks

Seeing niggas dying through the screens

On my iPhone

Hit me like a cyclone

Eight minutes, 46

Praying that I see my own kids

When I'm forty six

Used to be a corny kid

Watchin' Rick and Morty, lit

Then I met with Brian and we

Linked up recording hits

Cameron wanted more than this

Swear he liked my Morpheus

Listening to Doom

While I'm bumping that accordion

Hopefully, I record again

Maybe win a Grammy plaque

I would give it all

Just to have my fucking granny back

Niggas asking "Can he rap?"

Not that cotton candy rap

This that Dark Knight

Batman, vigilante rap

Modus Operandi rap

Kill a track, murder it

Bone-chilling bars

I can feel it in my vertebrae