Time And Place - Propaganda, Kuliah

In a basic four-four, y’all cats would probably be amazed

The amount of ways that we can variate the things we say

The heart remain on page, blood stains are stain integrity

Don’t stand next to me, I’m bound to bounce around your lethargy

Not to mention, need a stronger search engine to see these images

Escape your netscape to communicate in rhyme scrimmages

Still gotta 'fend my face, I’m like David, don’t talk

I got that slingshot with five giants traced in chalk

Mystic heat rock rap skipper, rip a fallacy

Too much to be held by Big Dipper

Watch me water of life sipper

in and out that snare kick, where’d that cat get his flow?

Done for them fellow warriors at underground shows in stereo

Holy Ghost got the rhyme book then

Veteran this drill sergeant

Your soul’s my target

360 don’t you dare spark it

I’ll push through 720, one time around just ain’t enough

Third-generation mic master, call my bluff

There’s a time, there’s a place

And there’s a space

For everything, everything

Tryna write the illest project ever blessed the alphabet

'Til they take 'em and Cali quake 'em until God split the minister

Windmills of flair, nappy hair not so debonair

Spray raps up in the air so it rains my thoughts

Pain don’t start convicting your sinister misleading lie speaking

Memory light beacon, Propaganda post-heathen

less stuff than I should and if my clothes and shoes match

Best walk if I could in hopes my flows like flu catch

Fire and soul froze stand still inspire

Them cats who chose to admire y’all rhyme liars

Don’t accept they fliers, laugh at 'em when in cyphers

They insight be outright outlandish, can’t stand it

Hindsight, I choose to rhyme right over limelight

Hopefully yo there’s no hope for thee

I’m

Hope to give y’all poetry to change the scope of the thought

And openly explode when your time unfolds

There’s a time, there’s a place

And there’s a space

For everything, everything

I’m a crooked-way-made-straighter

Track rider, fifty-fifty rail skater

Kickflip indie grab, grab mic and blab

Verse after verse quench thirst, search word for the origin

Elohim creating helped mature me

I’m working on undoing this twisted way of thinking

Subduing this will of flesh, better yet surrendering

Rendering anything that’s hindering my ministry dead weight

Peep game, pump brakes, slow roll, gain control

Avenge time, enemies stolen get cold out here

Contentment grown impatient, it can’t hold for many years

I’m through speaking on fear and such just don’t concern me

Immersed into the mind surgeon, my soul is done searching

Pros at angle working, twice like oversize people

Now people now understand bless the Son of Man

Ultimate rhyme expanse the influence of our family

Still got beef with gravity, please don’t get mad at me

There’s a time, there’s a place

And there’s a space

For everything, everything