[Intro: Propaganda]

Ladies and gentlemen

I'd like to welcome you

That's Stro on the beat y'all, he's a monster

Let's do some hip-hop y'all

[Verse 1: Propaganda]

Roofers move on the one now

Homies help yourself, you're welcome to get down

Time to get to steppin' and reppin' your hometown

I'ma spit a verse to put a beat in a hearse

It's dirty drum thirty-some years of murder one

Neck brace, snap case, battle track, Tunnel Rat

Where your crew been and why don't you speak?

We top seeds in the playoffs, man that was a [Maui??]

Came from all walks of life, a piece of what I speak

Bring peace back like it was pre-360

Home, God grown to understanding the game

Tune our ears to your [?] and take up your mic'phones again

I'm West Covi, style-wise y'all owe me

But race takes the place of anything [?] throw me

Coping fire I got so much to say to ya

Between bars only got so much space, do ya

Stay pure or water down your art?

Am I too smart to be that dumb or too dumb to be that smart?

So I face the clock, race to give y'all the facts

And can you help me out Dax?

[Hook: Dax]

You got us wondering what you want from us

It's like no matter what we do, it's not enough

We had our season for sitting down and resting for the second round

But now it's time for us to rise

Just the way it's always been

Guess it will always be

(What up, Prop, thank you man, check this out)

[Verse 2: Dax]

Now I remember a time when time didn't matter

And the second hand would be the first to wait a minute

And in that minute a lifetime would pass

And a life rhyme would prove to be the thing that last

Said it's life that I speak, to live in this flesh

Then yield to the test cause I'm weak (forgive me, Lord)

Of this I am an expert: expression through explosion

A mic controller holding these life lessons

It's time I start sharing these collections of corrections

Introspection, collaging misdirections

And how many times was I told not to do it

But I did it anyways cause my flesh was into it

I fluid and I knew it, but stayed [?] taking

Cause there wasn't nothing to it and you people put me through it

But what about the youth?

What about being living proof and the call to the truth?

I hear 'em crying, no more denying it, got no choice

But to tell it like I told it, bold I can't hold it

Sold out on the hard road, light steps on a scarred soul

Lost control and just went with the flow

And now I can say that I finally know fo' sho

It's youth watching international

See I'm what you call classical, old school radical

Raised for the last days and born for the battle field

So Tunnel Rats and the world

Rise

[Outro: Propaganda + Dax]

Feel good, don't it? Yeah

This is Listen Watch Focus, people

We gon' try something right here

Everybody sway to the left, sway to the right y'all

Sing this with me

Sing la la la, sing la la la

La la la, la la la