Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Are, artist - Propaganda. Album song Out Of Knowhere, in the genre Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Record label: Capitol Christian
Song language: English
We Are |
| Pen to hand, ink to paper, think greater |
| Penman creator, soul saver, embracer |
| Love ya not hate ya, small |
| Walk the earth in strength |
| Passing it’s about being passionate |
| My joy express it, my learned lesson |
| In confession you find peace |
| The soul weeps, the mind soundly sleeps |
| I rhyme to beats that create clear vision |
| My timeline’s in the vine, my life is written |
| There’s no more forgetting where I came from |
| Dirt of the earth, I’m a walking |
| I for one speak volume at the word freedom |
| Oh you playing death? |
| Watch me close my lips, read 'em |
| Off beat 'em, my soul high beam, I make you squint |
| Punch a dent in your think tank, call me a wimp |
| I’m from the Symph, wish the earth, peace and growth |
| Swear by the Bible not just cause I’m under oath |
| We are two of a kind, born to rhyme |
| We speak in stone throw ripple in time |
| Looking inside to find a sunrise |
| Unite, one fight to walk on sunshine |
| The return of the mic burner |
| Life, a page turner |
| Story told in old-school rhetoric |
| Young, you better get a grip on them words |
| So that tongue will never slip |
| Keep mine in line and time will |
| And change your aggression, an anti-depression |
| Rip mic session |
| Lessons learned, Props earned crews the term losers |
| Fooled ya from birth bruisers |
| Stand wide in the background |
| Y’all wondering how the ground shook, now look |
| Seven records deep in the plan, it’s Propagan' |
| Son of God and Son of Man, falling off the beat never |
| Challenge me, I’m way too profound to stay underground |
| And unheard, half-baked word |
| I’m designed for the nations to embrace what I’m saying |
| Tunnel Rats, we ain’t playin', we breakin' and deejayin' |
| And splittin' the wax spittin', freestyle or written |
| We are two of a kind, born to rhyme |
| We speak in stone throw ripple in time |
| Looking inside to find a sunrise |
| Unite, one fight to walk on sunshine |
| I be like feel me everybody who be hearing my voice |
| We remain y’alls choice everybody rejoice |
| He’s amazing outside the paint, raining mind-draining |
| Pain come in waves, I’m working to maintain it |
| If you understood, you’d regret if you ignore |
| And open mind flow spilling rhyme on the floor |
| The illest orator, consistent with the metaphors |
| I’m better for all the junk I endure |
| Came through that corridor and the vibe is a must |
| But I write too much thus I bust in surplus |
| Sometimes overanxious, okay I’ll admit it |
| Be thinking at a high beat per minute |
| And it’s forcing them to open more doors than Jim Morrison |
| And tap into a place that seems foreign to them |
| I’m never boring to them, be the illest illustrator |
| To ever have the guts to uprock on the equator |
| We are two of a kind, born to rhyme |
| We speak in stone throw ripple in time |
| Looking inside to find a sunrise |
| Unite, one fight to walk on sunshine |