of propaganda It's the properties of propaganda When your feet don't move and you Don't know where you standda It's the properties of propaganda It's the properties of propaganda
Show me more blood Show me more bones Let me hear more screams Help me rot to the core Show me more fear Give me more pain in my ass I am ordering horror
(Lari White/Chuck Cannon/Bebe Winans) I got the scoop I got the skinny it`s the truth and there ain`t Any doubt about it I`m in the groove it`s
Line Up the dissidents, we hereby find you guilty of treason without hard evidence Point out the agitators, mek we deal with them proper, Illegal message
? Propaganda. Tell me, what do you believe? Propaganda. Is white really good? Propaganda. Is black really bad? Propaganda. We're talking about propaganda. Propaganda
What you got for me this time? Can you make it sparkle? Can you make it shine? Have you got anything brighter Something like that but a little bit tighter
We are messengers Of future times to die We will show you the way And you need to follow us This is the dawn of your race And the dusk of your enemies
I grew up with love and affection Know what it means to spread that infection. No matter waht may stand in my way. This energy within, it guides me day
Ha This is DJ Seven Duece Fresh up out your momma's mouth So when she spit's you know how I "come" You know what I mean, haha We release the "Dogg" hour
Multiplying existence of the wretched human beings A pain stricken legacy of greed the wealthy Few leaving only scrapes for us behind While the rest of
Young and free, something you?ll never be A childhood?s end, it?s lunacy Pure dictation, they don?t listen And you?re just waiting for what you?re missing
The day will come, you cannot run White hot clouds fill the sky See the red flare, blasting hot air There's no place left to hide Blinding our eyes as
Striking down the enemy Fighting hand to hand Troops are thrusting onwards Time to take command Ready to devour On the attack Bodies lie dismembered
There's two kinds of people in the world The outlaws and the lawmen that prevail The bounty hunter's job is on the wrong side of the law Intentions of
Endless curse, blood runs cold Evil stares will turn Your flesh to stone Land of doom, world of sin All subside, don't venture near The island where
White coats to bind me out of control I live alone inside my mind World of confusion, air filled with noise Who says that my life's such a crime? Trapped
for all of us to hear and see A yellow star for those accused There's no escape once you've been pinned A relocation only to confuse And all their propaganda
Pinch history Feel the pinch blistering Pinch me in dreams 'Cause I'm still not listening X marks the spot On your calendar days A bread half-eaten Spoiled