| Can I get you to move with me?
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| Ever since, do y’all crew hate me?
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| People wondering who is he
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| Well I’m the man Propagan with the mic in my hand
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| Can I get you to raise your hand?
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| Tunnel Rats trail blaze in your land
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| I praise God, never praise no man
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| It’s who I am, Propagan with the mic in my hand
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| Keep it real, if you feel throw your fist in the air
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| Been a long time coming in a difficult year
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| If you through shedding tears, then it’s time to get live
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| Celebrate, motivate, boy light up the sky
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| This is for them cats who wage war on the daily
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| Making ends meet, all alone raise a baby
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| Check the level on the treble, can you hear me out there?
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| Shake the spot, make it hot, boy you better beware
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| With a thunderous clap, I touch down on your record shop
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| Wreckin' shop 'til you recognize
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| Too complex for eyes, who’d expect that I
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| Raise the bar so far high it surprise me
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| Manage to maintain it, perfect I never claim it
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| Dug deep for the confidence to move a continent
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| The voice of the oppressed now pressed on vinyl
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| Here’s your chance, do your dance, it’s about to get wild!
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| Can I get you to move with me?
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| Ever since, do y’all crew hate me?
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| People wondering who is he
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| Well I’m the man Propagan with the mic in my hand
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| Can I get you to raise your hand?
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| Tunnel Rats trail blaze in your land
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| I praise God, never praise no man
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| It’s who I am, Propagan with the mic in my hand
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| Ever so right thinking, vision ain’t never been so clearly
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| Y’all tryna move a crowd, I’m tryna move a hemisphere
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| Every city, every town, nation and club
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| Bob your head, while you at it, everybody throw a dub
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| While competition focus on musical percose
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| We first to go vertical, tapping a satellite
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| Control a tide of thoughts, I put my mic into the moon
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| Cypher with stars at high noon
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| We gain respect, y’all gon' regret
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| Testing the unmatched kings of the mic check
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| Cross the universe, this verse the first it’ll touch
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| Brain matter, my main data is funny in clutch time
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| And we ain’t got much time, that’s why when I bust rhymes
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| Make sure my metaphors’ll help you when you in crunch time
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| I fight on the front line, that’s me, that’s my calling
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| Loving the intensity and the yes y’all-ing
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| Can I get you to move with me?
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| Ever since, do y’all crew hate me?
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| People wondering who is he
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| Well I’m the man Propagan with the mic in my hand
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| Can I get you to raise your hand?
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| Tunnel Rats trail blaze in your land
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| I praise God, never praise no man
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| It’s who I am, Propagan with the mic in my hand
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| Keep your eye on the clouds man I’m coming on lightening
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| Little frightening when I’m writing how I use the future
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| School ya, pressure applied to backbone
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| Opposite pleasure curvature
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| Microphone measure, state you and take you in
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| A place of peace provided by the king of kings
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| Escape the mundane grind of every day
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| Get lost, leave it at the cross, get tossed
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| Moving to the rhythm, finna flex a rhyme or two
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| Right on time for you to smile as your pain go away
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| Now safe to say Tunnel Rats here to stay
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| We don’t play day to day, watch your fame fade away
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| And love coming each and every which of way
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| Embrace what I say to display Yahweh
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| All of mine reach a star online
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| Keepin' y’all in line for your light to shine
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| Can I get you to move with me?
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| Ever since, do y’all crew hate me?
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| People wondering who is he
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| Well I’m the man Propagan with the mic in my hand
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| Can I get you to raise your hand?
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| Tunnel Rats trail blaze in your land
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| I praise God, never praise no man
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| It’s who I am, Propagan with the mic in my hand |