Pegz - Propaganda lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm not too concerned with rappers dissing me I burnt bridges and turkey slapped the industry I told critics, learn to act with dignity My whole crew struggled to earn rap validity I'm from a city of trials and tribulations A lot of good friends deprived of liberation Underworld k**ings, violent intimidation Only the strong survive the situation It's hard enough trying to hold your own Without the weight of the world trying to overload I go toe to toe with most of you blokes And comatose ya h*mophobic bogan flows Don't you know, not to grab the mic With the same old punch line battle rhymes Appetite for destruction like the anti-christ Looking like choir boys running from paradise [Hook] Propaganda, Propaganda I can't believe I forgot to thank ya The whole wide world's like what a wa*ker And they keep on, keep on, keep on dumbing it down Propaganda, Propaganda I ain't heard sh** bout what you stand for Everyone knows that your not a gangster And you keep on, keep on, keep on dumbing it down [Verse 2] I don't carry a knife, I cook rappers alive My hooks damage ya mind, like Suge Marion Knight The bangers I write, I look fans in the eye And ask em why this bullsh** happens in life Take away the cameras and lights, managers hype All you gots the people who'll stand by your side Put your hands in the sky like a shantaram Tomorrow we're coming down like an avalanche, what? My live shows like a fat-a-gram On a tight rope, in some hammer pants (b*atch) You couldn't rock a rent-a-crowd on new year's With free liquor, cheap strippers with huge *tits* The truth is you need to start saving your shoe money Paying ya dues instead of chasing the punani f**ing with Pegz, I'ma take ya to school sonny Ya out of ya depths in an inflatable pool party [Hook] Propaganda, Propaganda I can't believe I forgot to thank ya The whole wide world's like what a wa*ker And they keep on, keep on, keep on dumbing it down Propaganda, Propaganda I ain't heard sh** bout what you stand for Everyone knows that your not a gangster And you keep on, keep on, keep on dumbing it down [Verse 3] I got brother's fecious, blood on my sneakers You don't wanna see Obese jump through the speakers Suffa's a genius, your just another defeatist Writings on the wall like puzzler pieces We love graffiti like junkies and street kids Don't know what I'm saying better f**ing read it I'ma crew member since Menzie's Ave youth centre Never give into the politics and group pressure I got more loose screws than Hugh Heffner With a gold Rolex from a bootlegger Keep ahead of the pack like dole bludgers Bone crushing lyricist, hit em like Joe Bugner Grip the microphone, clip em like toe cutter Treat them like hoes, don't give em my phone number [Repeat x4] Propaganda, Propaganda