We Phenomenons

By Propaganda

On I Am Not Them

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[Intro]

I don't know what this world is coming to!

I don't either


[Verse 1: Propaganda]

Gather 'round, let me introduce you to few wonders

Not-so-new-comers into moving huge numbers

Revolution changing music, who could do it?

Thought you knew it, grew it from the grassroots

Perfect to the last loop, keep the roof jumpin'

I watch record sales, somebody gotta do something

Just to keep the truth pumpin' through your stereo

Prepared to go where nobody dare to go

Like the university, by day I school youngins

World what you comin' to?

Look what youth runnin' to

What these fools wanna do

Me and [?] done for you

Young buck threw something on your dung like Young Buck

Who frontin'? I ain't gotta prove nothing


[Verse 2: Triune]

I'm Triune and thuggin' a marksman

Cool captain startin' destruction and not a newcomer

I've seen stages of all five elements

The evolution of which my mind inherited

I'll spit thoughts insane to spark your brain

My art I'll say it'll start the change

Listen, I can salvage threat, their life martyred

A rap version of Malcolm X, I'm [?]

Speak for the future, I think for the kids

My thought packet is past 2006

So you can wait for the storm, I'll be the epicenter

While you keep contemplating the norm, I'm the one


[Hook: Propaganda]

On and on, sing the song

Bring it strong, bring it on

Sing along, all along

We phenomenons

Told you that, watch your back

Tunnel rat, holler back

Homie, check the almanac

We phenomenons

Keep it real, keep it still

Cocked and locked at the grill

Still folding record deals

We phenomenons

Scene is too deep and long

I could go on and on

Everybody sing along

We phenomenons


[Verse 3: Ishues]

Yeah, walk with me, talk with me

Single file march with me

Rap gas spark with me

Come build an ark with me

Revolution starts with me

Rip this thing apart with me

Part in me partially cause I spit harsh

Is food water rhetoric benevolent intelligence

Ninety percent of what's on television is irrelevant

But we watch it anyway despite all the distractions

Who gives a flying fornication about Michael Jackson?

And him touching kids, hug my kids when I leave the crib

Teach my wiz to bust a 45th, that's just what time it is

I rhyme to get my point across

You down to ride, then join us dog

Going all out for the cause, we ain't going soft

So rock with me, cock [?] and pop with me

I ain't talked about a type of music, you's a pop with me

They use hypocrisy, talked about God, you see

Democracy's a mockery, this is a plutocracy


[Hook: Propaganda]

On and on, sing the song

Bring it strong, bring it on

Sing along, all along

We phenomenons

Told you that, watch your back

Tunnel rat, holler back

Homie, check the almanac

We phenomenons

Keep it real, keep it still

Cocked and locked at the grill

Still folding record deals

We phenomenons

Scene is too deep and long

I could go on and on

Everybody sing along

We phenomenons


[Verse 4: Xhale]

Lot of emcees got chips on they shoulders

Like some ex-chicks when it's over

'Cause they not as hip as they culture

Flabby is sick like the holster

Let it go and stick to the script that I wrote, ungh!

Something like a phenomenon

Me and my entourage, we can go bar for bar, come on!

X to the breathe in the song we on

Deep in the audience, seeking the God we all, yo

I rock mics like the streets of Chicago

Rock Nikes with the Jumpman sign and 9-0, yo

How many bars thus far plus nine more

Minus two equals sixteen total my rhyme flow, oh!

Battle me, I spit with my eyes closed

So your chance is too slim like a chick with a size 4, no

Triune get 'em high and I know

Yo we causin' Propaganda this side the entire globe, go!


[Hook: Propaganda]

On and on, sing the song

Bring it strong, bring it on

Sing along, all along

We phenomenons

Told you that, watch your back

Tunnel rat, holler back

Homie, check the almanac

We phenomenons

Keep it real, keep it still

Cocked and locked at the grill

Still folding record deals

We phenomenons

Scene is too deep and long

I could go on and on

Everybody sing along

We phenomenons