Propaganda - Whoa Lyrics

My name is Propaganda, Tunnel Rat fam y'all
You know how we do [?]
Yo, it's my turn now
Let's do this y'all [?]

Man it's the future of spittin'
Hittin' each and every subculture that taught you to represent
It's shelltoes, moccasins, New Balance, Emerica
Watch me carry the Word to all
And feast with [?] beats that [?] with [?]
Sneakin' mic'phones on three
A ton of 'em pumpin' until the trumpet sound
Bump it loud, executing excellence sight and sound
Y'all puttin' faith in some rap Miles Davis
Be living through my instruments and renaissance that made us
Thank God He saved us, I turn invest
A desire to seize iron, got 'em dying to flesh
Give me leeway and watch the words enter my bedding
I get off like the mic was a freeway exit
Got the replay embedded, better let it sit
Relay the message to the clique and watch the proud heads let by

I tell my people, my people be like "whoa"
You tell your people, your people be like "no"
Want to connect with the people then let's go
[?]

[Othello:]
I'm alive by divine breath blown through my windpipe
From dust, I rose choses wanting to fight
My struggle known as beautiful
When viewed from eyes with spiritual insight
By faith and grace I write
Grab a pen and ignite change with a purifying flame
So bring it on, I don't care if you got game
Or boast about titles and emcees you've claimed
You lost already, my victory is gained by losing it
And wouldn't make sense to those outside of my movement
It's based on humility, boosting my abilities
So you should ease up before you get touched
The war's on, I fly in reformation
That's evidence of what I represent
Well I don't [?] beating crippling your intelligence
Relevant with Propaganda dropping lines to match ya
And slap box that which torments your mind
Can the blind lead the blind?
Only if based on memory
I suggest your regiment stop before they're warned heavily

I tell my people, my people be like "whoa"
You tell your people, your people be like "no"
Want to connect with the people then let's go
[?]

[Braille:]
I choose my words wisely, each line I say is crucial
Pack your bags, I'm an emcee
It's my job to move you
Not just dancing but advancing your spiritual condition
The wrath is approaching, judgment is near
We gotta stay focused, I've been gifted to spit it brilliant
So it shines from a distance
Linguistics filled with wisdom
Flip scripts, Scriptures, scribbles, and scratches
Crap rappers can't catch this, standing behind the plate
When I'm pitching, we can show you got no mask or mitt
No equipment, who got the props
Take a gander, kid I'll buck shots, but not actor
I cock back the camera and blast
In the session I'm sending sentences rapid speed
You're senseless, I'm deaf to it
Don't rap or speak, please stop it
Obnoxious I get nauseous when you hold the mic
It's Braille Brizzy aight, the rapper's delight prototype
Eye doctor givin' sight when I grab a pen and write
The return of Christ is absolute and guaranteed like the end of life

I tell my people, my people be like "whoa"
You tell your people, your people be like "no"
Want to connect with the people then let's go
[?]