Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Life, My Music, artist - Propaganda. Album song Out Of Knowhere, in the genre
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Record label: Capitol Christian
Song language: English
My Life, My Music |
Tryin' to crush 20 years of experience into a 2 track, |
Convert to A-dat for them cats that do rap |
Simplify, kiss the sky, rip the guy, props |
Release sonic waves on local radio drops |
In the midst of full sun eclipse I rain overcastin' |
No shadow of doubt the family is o outlastin' |
And roll of the tongue the flows fall in superior |
Lakes of thought that separate it don’t stop. |
Hook |
(Macho) |
1976 introduced to the Boston bricks/ |
Where they learned to use tools like stones and sticks/ |
Graduated to clips/ |
Infatuated with hips/ |
From Black white to Rican/ |
Looking for the weekend/ |
I’m gon take each and every individual for a ride/ |
The party is more than live/ |
The Rats are bonafied to be the top notch body rockers/ |
Don Luke the newest beat dropper/ |
Chillin with Raphi the collar popper/ |
New Breed and propaganda/ |
All my nines worldwide let me see you throw your hands up/ |
I see my people dancing/ |
I feel them cause I understand them/ |
I know it’s hard in them urban boulevard where them suckas pull ya card and the |
drama never seem to cease. |
That’s why you gotta know love to know peace/ |
Me and props get them giggin in the streets/ |
Hook |
I wrote it clean to go between the Christian and the secular |
No rhyme compromise bet you never guessed it a |
Style ambidextrous your writtin', left ya |
Push play impress the, tape deck whatever |
A while world endeavor that’s Youth watch in full every nation every tongue |
To feel the heat from the Sun we comin' |
With winds of change in back pack. |
A well planed formula, betta yet an orchestra. |