Don't Let Us Lose It - Propaganda

Yo still spill skill, wouldn’t forfeit it

On and off on it, find pocket

Think outside pens, engage verbs and nerve endings

And pending the release date not for Pete saking

Your body breaking and bone shaking

such, crossfader touch

Brooklyn style, ain’t seen you in a while

Better strengthen them forearms for 90's done right

Perfect perpendicular, no form in particular

You can’t ignore it, flawless b-boying

Not much more beautiful than that

Break dances to rap cats

Dreads stuffed in skull cap, gravity defying

Feet toward the sky and curve that backbone

Like Oakland with scoliosis, it’s hopeless

Visual poets form your circle and begin to express

That unwritten text, moving to the music

We love how you do it, God don’t let us lose it

Trust me, you won’t out-bust me, your boys think it

Your source unreliable, I flow with the mic controllers

I thought I told ya, don’t stop

Y’all count on that man, I’m good for rapping and finger-snapping

Love to make it happen, quick for the capping

Cruising and bruising, face it y’all losing

Ain’t tryna to be like another Dax and Journey bite

My writing, a little uninviting

Creative, thank God I made it

That California native ain’t playin'

Chrome under finger nail

Grip mic so tight, choke water out dust

Lyric cast out lust, still six foot plus, will bust regardless

Ill rhyme pattern, prayer time skate around Saturn

It ain’t be mattering, I’m on some upper

Infinity

Moving to the music, God don’t let us lose it

Lil' man grip that black book, fat cap, and flair tip

And share it, no matter when you wear it

I’m feeling you, no I’m more real than you

Hand-eye coordination all over the nation

Culture life story painting, keep the ink spraying

And bouncing and reppin' your town in 12 ounces

An aerosol blanket, swear I seen ya hanging upside down

Dangling from the clouds with a mandate to make the land great

All abandoned buildings, they’re to make your skill tight

And when it feel right, show your boys

And if any crew destroy, God commanded 'em

Love the art and not vandalism, project evangelism

Yeah all the way to Rockaway

Let the world see what you be thinking

Cause out of the heart, the can speaking

Exactly the meaning of Propaganda

Every people, every land a voice of reason

Every time a season, feel the ghetto breathing

Moving to the music, God don’t let us lose it