My Life, My Music - Propaganda, Rosario Ortega

Tryin' to crush 20 years of experience into a 2 track,

Convert to A-dat for them cats that do rap

Simplify, kiss the sky, rip the guy, props

Release sonic waves on local radio drops

In the midst of full sun eclipse I rain overcastin'

No shadow of doubt the family is o outlastin'

And roll of the tongue the flows fall in superior

Lakes of thought that separate it don’t stop.

Hook

(Macho)

1976 introduced to the Boston bricks/

Where they learned to use tools like stones and sticks/

Graduated to clips/

Infatuated with hips/

From Black white to Rican/

Looking for the weekend/

I’m gon take each and every individual for a ride/

The party is more than live/

The Rats are bonafied to be the top notch body rockers/

Don Luke the newest beat dropper/

Chillin with Raphi the collar popper/

New Breed and propaganda/

All my nines worldwide let me see you throw your hands up/

I see my people dancing/

I feel them cause I understand them/

I know it’s hard in them urban boulevard where them suckas pull ya card and the

drama never seem to cease.

That’s why you gotta know love to know peace/

Me and props get them giggin in the streets/

Hook

I wrote it clean to go between the Christian and the secular

No rhyme compromise bet you never guessed it a

Style ambidextrous your writtin', left ya

Push play impress the, tape deck whatever

A while world endeavor that’s Youth watch in full every nation every tongue

To feel the heat from the Sun we comin'

With winds of change in back pack.

A well planed formula, betta yet an orchestra.