Propaganda - Son lyrics

[Propaganda:] I remember like it was yesterday My mama lifted her eyes to Heaven And was like, “Lord, my son wants to be a rapper” My daddy chuckled, they looked at each other They ain’t been married for like forever And I told ’em, it went like this Son, give ’em heat more intense than the sun Something new that ain’t never been done Keep your heart, mind, and soul as one Buck 45 ton and don’t blame your frail frame Just change the whole game Man, stay in the mix, no victory’s flawless Only God can cause it and gives installments No more than you can handle but handle you must It ain’t you, it’s the world I don’t trust I know you got good sense so stay away from the fence When you speak, say exactly what you meant, don’t trip Shut your eyes and be a sandstorm of extra harsh particles And byproducts, you’re bound to defy logic Born to cross culture You best not stop ’til you leveling with Radiohead and Incubus You’re a soldier in a trench, better use your gift And aim it at they heart until they take you serious Listen [Estee Bullock:] Only the strong will survive Do what you gotta do to stay alive Suredly your father knows best And I won’t let you go astray Yeah, only the strong will survive Do what you gotta do to stay alive Don’t get caught with your work undone Word of advice from a father to a son [Propaganda:] Son, nothing better than a job well done And a life you can save with a gun So understand there’s two kinds of war and you got to choose one ‘Cause one is done justly, the other is just done Justified, what they say to you is just a lie Son, live ’til the sun dies Be the eyes of these streets in every tear they cry Be a loss land lover in seas of emcees And oceans of want-to-bes flaunt in these songs If you ain’t careful, then all will be gone The type to speak life in a long summer night In a studio, porch, or patio with a radio Ran off battery, young cats is battling When challenging me, it seemed to be flattering It’s a cold world, your gift’s a bomber jacket Wrap your mind up, keep your eyes up Listen [Estee Bullock:] Only the strong will survive Do what you gotta do to stay alive Suredly your father knows best And I won’t let you go astray Yeah, only the strong will survive Do what you gotta do to stay alive Don’t get caught with your work undone Word of advice from a father to a son [Propaganda:] Son, there’s nothing nicer than a well-rocked cypher Expose a biter, well-made flier In the hands of a productive man That grinds until he gains a base of loyal fans From the bedrock grown into a dreadlock Spawned out of wedlock, give up, bet’ not ‘Cause mama made a trail blazer and daddy raised a general Down to the mineral, competition’s minimal Finna pull an all-day melee Scribbling revelation to hear what God say Dribbling inspiration too Exhale a war cry ’til the enemies all die And frighten ’em with a virus that enlightens ’em Sheer thought should excite them Outright outwrite them Then mention it’s only the beginning Listen, son [Estee Bullock:] Only the strong will survive Do what you gotta do to stay alive Suredly your father knows best And I won’t let you go astray Yeah, only the strong will survive Do what you gotta do to stay alive Don’t get caught with your work undone Word of advice from a father to a son