Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Let Us Lose It , by - Propaganda. Song from the album Out Of Knowhere, in the genre Release date: 31.12.2002
Record label: Capitol Christian
Song language: English
Don't Let Us Lose It |
| Yo still spill skill, wouldn’t forfeit it |
| On and off on it, find pocket |
| Think outside pens, engage verbs and nerve endings |
| And pending the release date not for Pete saking |
| Your body breaking and bone shaking |
| such, crossfader touch |
| Brooklyn style, ain’t seen you in a while |
| Better strengthen them forearms for 90's done right |
| Perfect perpendicular, no form in particular |
| You can’t ignore it, flawless b-boying |
| Not much more beautiful than that |
| Break dances to rap cats |
| Dreads stuffed in skull cap, gravity defying |
| Feet toward the sky and curve that backbone |
| Like Oakland with scoliosis, it’s hopeless |
| Visual poets form your circle and begin to express |
| That unwritten text, moving to the music |
| We love how you do it, God don’t let us lose it |
| Trust me, you won’t out-bust me, your boys think it |
| Your source unreliable, I flow with the mic controllers |
| I thought I told ya, don’t stop |
| Y’all count on that man, I’m good for rapping and finger-snapping |
| Love to make it happen, quick for the capping |
| Cruising and bruising, face it y’all losing |
| Ain’t tryna to be like another Dax and Journey bite |
| My writing, a little uninviting |
| Creative, thank God I made it |
| That California native ain’t playin' |
| Chrome under finger nail |
| Grip mic so tight, choke water out dust |
| Lyric cast out lust, still six foot plus, will bust regardless |
| Ill rhyme pattern, prayer time skate around Saturn |
| It ain’t be mattering, I’m on some upper |
| Infinity |
| Moving to the music, God don’t let us lose it |
| Lil' man grip that black book, fat cap, and flair tip |
| And share it, no matter when you wear it |
| I’m feeling you, no I’m more real than you |
| Hand-eye coordination all over the nation |
| Culture life story painting, keep the ink spraying |
| And bouncing and reppin' your town in 12 ounces |
| An aerosol blanket, swear I seen ya hanging upside down |
| Dangling from the clouds with a mandate to make the land great |
| All abandoned buildings, they’re to make your skill tight |
| And when it feel right, show your boys |
| And if any crew destroy, God commanded 'em |
| Love the art and not vandalism, project evangelism |
| Yeah all the way to Rockaway |
| Let the world see what you be thinking |
| Cause out of the heart, the can speaking |
| Exactly the meaning of Propaganda |
| Every people, every land a voice of reason |
| Every time a season, feel the ghetto breathing |
| Moving to the music, God don’t let us lose it |