New York City - Proper Progaganda lyrics

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New York City - Proper Progaganda lyrics

[Intro: Harry Allen] We're coming to you live from the Scottish Rite Temple Near the intersection of Crenshaw and Wiltshire Where, as you can see in the background Military personnel are mobilized and waiting orders Despite the quiet and the deceptive calm, tension is still Thick in the air after last night's concert and rebellion The incident was allegedly sparked by police officers trying To shut down a reportedly peaceful concert by hip-hop artists Dilated People's We'll keep you updated with any new developments For Triclops Media Watch, this is Harry Allen Hip-hop activist and media a**a**in And now, Proper Propaganda [Verse 1] We handle it, these brothers are fabulous Dilated's showing you what rhyme travel is Words spitoon from sunlight to moon Busting on stage like gunfights in saloons Click-clack, pull my mic back, you like that Journalists, we're journalists too, we could strike back Hardcore reporters with orders from headquarters Behind enemy lines, sidestepping the borders Repressed caps, we bring it to you as it happens The streets love my crew from music to rapping Street commander slash beat expander Here to fight the slander with the proper propaganda What's happening, you got a question then ask it The news is just a TV show, get past it And this from a quiet wartime journalist Headlines, wake up, refuse and resist Resist, like this, like this Like thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-this, y'all [Hook] We kick finance action, and scores of sports Politics, new fashion and war reports Entertainment, when we come to perform Watch, the illest weatherman in the biz with the storm watch Triclops Media, record, tape and TV, Net radio, CD or DVD Iriscience, write rhymes on picket signs This is why Babu is scratching and keeping time [Verse 2] The pen is mightier than the sword Cause the pen gives the word sending swords to war They twisted it when he pulled Mao Tse-Tung And said political power comes from the barrel of a gun The officer meets his fate, .44 by .38 It was a dirty deed, but that don't mean a dirty case Witnesses against the state are shushed Facts overlooked so the judge can throw the book Perhaps for politicians with something to prove In the city where they blew the roof off of M.O.V.E Questions when answered leads to more questions Why it take months to deliver a confession The principles are the same even without the name But I still say M-U-M-I-A I have to fight, it could easily be me But just being the thinker than speaking it freely Although I use my brain before using a fist Don't push it, wake up, refuse and resist [Hook]