Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make, artist - Propaganda. Album song Crimson Cord, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.01.2016
Record label: Humble Beast
Song language: English
Make |
Yeah |
Them creative forces that forged |
From dust an entire species |
Native forces surged |
From muck and mire? |
Please |
Pain that makes the ground fertile to launch artistic movements |
Pick your renaissance, Italy or Harlem |
Art that steers clear of them squad cars |
Stay under that radar |
Them tasers sting hard |
I’ve been there |
Art that shines bright in a prison |
Yo let me tell ya |
Elegant, brilliant, audio Helvetica |
Mind change with side change, compression it’s bliss |
Didn’t see it, but now I know possibilities endless |
Who would have thought something as dumb as rap could spark this |
Paradigm shift |
He only used one image to (make) |
Came and gathered up the gravel and |
Fashioning from mud |
Everything we know and love |
Lumps of coal |
Got soul from JAH’s nostrils |
Blood bought, mud blood, walked in Terracottas |
Something out of nothing |
I dare you |
And stare straight into the status quo |
Like «Do I scare you?» |
The mainstream tremble and fall |
And point them all to the Savior |
Until they all stand in awe |
So push yourself |
Force yourself |
You feel the pain? |
Lean into it |
Growl! |
Lose your voice like you mean to do it |
The P90x of thinking |
Build up resilience |
Pen don’t give brain breaks |
Makes you brilliant |
And feast on a catalog |
Update your dialogue |
Fool, we still build schools of thoughts out of Lincoln Logs |
The big homies chew me up |
But Hoover used to school me like |
Everything in life |
You either do it right |
Or do it twice |
Homie opt in |
Like you ain’t got an option |
Confirm God’s calling like you’re all in |
When the combined force |
Of four horsemen |
Forged in Hell’s furnaces |
Challenge you to face off |
Show them what you made of |
Came and gathered up the gravel and |
Fashioning from mud |
Everything we know and love |
Lumps of coal |
Got soul from JAH’s nostrils |
Blood bought, mud blood, walked in Terracottas |
Something out of nothing |
I dare you |
And stare straight into the status quo |
Like «Do I scare you?» |
The mainstream tremble and fall |
And point them all to the Savior |
Until they all stand in awe |