I'm not delusional
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This most likely is your first experience with me
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Greetings, my name is Propaganda
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I wrote my first rap in '93, simply put
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Fire baptized battle rapper
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Who's heavily influenced by folk music
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and found creative freedom in poetry
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Combo is strange, I know
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But let this one bake your noodle
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I'm the son of a Black Panther
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With a Mexican spouse and Caucasian best friends
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And my writing tone, now,
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Is not one that offers you a neat little bow
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To tie all your little problems up with
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I learned enough to know that I don't know that much
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I know God became a man to save us
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And we still can't explain pyramids
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I know ancient Mayans and Egyptian astronomers
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had a far greater understanding of outer-space than we do
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I know academia is so drunk on arrogance and racism
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That they'd rather credit these accomplishments
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to aliens than to admit that we are not
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the smartest civilization to ever live
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I know I really love my wife, my daughter, and mangoes
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And for some reason folks find it illogical
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To think that a perfectly designed universe screams of a designer
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I know sarcasm is really the only time people tell the truth
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I know chilaquiles and in-and-out will be served in Heaven
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I know it's a much better decision to shut yo' mouth
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when you don't know what you talkin' 'bout
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Than to validate what everybody already thinks of you
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I know color theory very well
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I have a degree in illustration and intercultural studies
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And a teaching credential, yet I rap for a living
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Let that sink in
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Apparently I don't know that much
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I just know the gospel and good hip-hop
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I'm a pretty simple dude
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All I got is my all and I promise to give you that
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You know lower standards will lower the culture
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The Roman empire was destroyed because of lower standards and moral decay
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You know they fed each other to lions for entertainment
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Humans when left to their own devices seem to be hopelessly selfish
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and bent on their own destruction
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It seems that unless a power greater than us captures our hearts
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nothing will change that trajectory
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Wealth, knowledge, success seems to only feed the beast
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But don't listen to me
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We just met
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What do I know?
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Thanks to Christopher
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Don't Listen to Me
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| Propaganda |
