Propaganda (US) - Move With Me lyrics

Keep it real if you feel throw your fist in the air Been a long time comin' and a difficult year If you through sheddin' tears then its time to get live Celibate motivate boy Light up the sky This is for them cats, who wage war on a daily, Makin' ends meet all alone raisin' babies Check the level on the trebble can you hear me out there Shake the spot make it hot boy you betta beware With a thunderous clap I touch down on your record shop wreckin shop Till you recognize. too complex for eyes Who'd expect that I raise the bar so far high it would survive me Manage to maintain it, perfect I never claimed it Dug deep for the confidence to move a continent The voice of the oppressed now pressed on vinyl Here's yo' chance do your dance its about to get wild (Macho) Can I get yal to move wit me Every since t.r. crew hit me You been worderin who is he (Propaganda) Well I'm the man propagand with the mic in my hand Can I get you raise your hands Tunnel rats trail blaze in you land Ever so clear thinkin', vision aint never been so clear Y'all tryin' to move a crowd Im tryin to move a Hemisphere Every city every town a every nation every club Bobb your head while you at it everybody throw a dub While competition foucus on music coast to coast We first to go vertical, tap into satellite. Control a tide of thought I plug my mic into the moon To cypha wit stars at high noon We gain respect, yal gon' regret, Testing the unmatched kings of the mic check Across the universe disperse a verse that will touch, Brain matter my main data is money in clutch time And we aint got much time that's why when I bus rhymes Make sure my mediphores will when you in crunch time I fight on the front line that's me that's my callin' Lovin the intensity and the yes yallin' (Macho) Can I get yal to move wit me Every since t.r. crew hit me You been worderin who is he (Propaganda) Well I'm the man propagand with the mic in my hand Can I get you raise your hands Tunnel rats trail blaze in you land Keep your eyes on the clouds Man I'm comin on Lightin' Kind of frightenin' when I'm writin how I use the future To School ya, the pressure applied to backbone opposite pleasure just enough To curvature a rula' Microphone measure, place you in take you in, A place of peace provided by the King of Kings, Escape the Mundane grind of everyday Get lost leave it at the cross Stressed Minds get tossed Movin' to the rhythm fenna flex a rhyme or two Right on time for you to smile as your pain go away Now safe to say tunnel rats here to stay we don't play Day to day watch your fame fade away And the love comin, each and every which-a-way Embrace what I say to display Yahweh And all of mine reach a star on mine Keepin' y'all in line so your light can shine