Sacramento Knoxx - The Blinding Propaganda Flow (feat. RoW)

But the people in the most run down neighborhoods
They normally don't have a voice
They normally don't have anybody fighting for them
But I can tell you this 
I am gonna fight for every single neighborhood as long as I'm here
And I'm gonna extend my hand to my partners 
Because I'm convince together 
We can be the Mayor and council that erases the blight
In the city of Detroit after 55 years of false promises 
God bless you and good evening 
You know what the deal is
It's just the realest 
Die a hero
Or live long enough to be the villain 
When Soop get back from prison
We building millions
Dodging reptilians
Asking why this the type of shit we in
Bar graphs & empaths 
Sawed off for big blasts
No more shaking hands 
With two faces and one man 
Watching how one stands
Through propaganda 
Cold hearted
And we ain't even in Alaska
This thunderbird is rolling with a water panther
It's deeper than rap, we contributed to answers 
We say it like that, black lives still matter
Oppression ain't as fly as these powerful dancers
Tip toeing through beats and these samples 
Making spirit plates and offering these apples 
Sacred stories in these earth travels we mapping
Thunderbolts from heaven, stay zappin at these serpents, quit lurking 
I stay rappin with a purpose 
Tappin in with many surfaces 
And blocking the curses they threw at me 
Still sacred, and you really trynna fuck wit we
Don't you know my bloodline? never mind
It's winter time, we get on extra grind 
OVO sweater throwin up the ROC sign 
Working hard for my legacy to shine in a shrine
Letting you know what the mirror says about your life 
It's like
Propaganda, is your life propaganda
Propaganda, is your life propaganda
Is your life like propaganda
Damn, thats a whole lot of propaganda
Is your life like propaganda
Is your life like propaganda
Is your life like propaganda
Let's take it back
Money up in the bag
16 bars in the mag
All of y'all are just wack
Writing nothing but trash
I'm pass acting like ass
My past got me on gas
I'm first class/ you dead last
I'm bane, no one cared who I was
Until I put on the mask
That's facts, no cap
Now it's armed robbery
Check your whole camaraderie
Think you won the lottery
Until you lost your property
Keep us in this poverty
Life is monopoly
Prioritize your generosity
Before they take your kindness for weakness
I don't care how you see this
I'll leave you speechless
Knocked out on the floor on some twisted tea shit
That's sweetness
Wondering what happened and how you bleeding
That propaganda got you beaten and defeated
Now the city is mine
I really mean it
Because they wanna take what's away from us x2
Is it Detroit 
The right place to do it
And they and to start and think about that
And an interesting thing happened 
They said
Detroit is a competitive asset 
And so uh
Listen, i got this
Spoke to the monsters
Me and Knoxx shit
Godzilla vs kong shit
Sick flow leave you ass nausea
Drip full of vomit
So much money in the bank
We can't even count it
In my kevlar, acting clever
Facetime but my phone on the dresser
Trying get smart in my head, be a professor
Concrete jungle what I wear, it's guerrilla leather
Applying pressure, ima never let up
I'm a fan of getting better, write my own self love letters 
Ain't no bunk beds in these caskets
Ima turn up everyday and be ratchet 
Fuck you think
It's purple minks
In these ghosted streets
I'm the sunflower grown from the concrete
Twisting up how a skunk stinks
While smoking on fire at the ice rink 
Green leaves with orange hairs
Crystallized make me float in the air
I'm a rocket emoji
Send prayers
Get lifted
Got it twisted
Push it to the limit, new distance
I'm vivacious 
I fly places 
I arrive with the answers 
I'm pulling up with Bernie sanders
We smoking on that hood change
United states looking strange 
Season finale of the usa
Ima watch it from a plane
And I ain't even gotta leave the ground 
I shake and pound reach outer bounds 
I'm alive 
Try harder
We survived
I died harder
Legacy of martyrs 
Diesel fire starters
United as partners
Extinction of the dollars 
Can you imagine 
What would happen
Lots of stains, no napkins
Clap back. get it slappin' 

Written by:
Christopher Yepez

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