About "Excellent" album:
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"Excellent" by Propaganda, which consists of 9 songs.
Don't Listen To Me
I'm not delusional
This most likely is your first experience with me
Greetings, my name is Propaganda
I wrote my first rap in '93, simply put
Fire baptized battle rapper
Who's heavily influenced by folk music
And found creative freedom in poetry
Combo is strange, I know
But let this one bake your noodle
I'm the son of a Black Panther
I huh, I engage a page turner, burn a stage to fragrance
Raises similar to native sages, sage-in'
Unlocking a cage of praises, for rock of ages
Let random rambling rappers rant and raving
Uh inflame verbs to your nerves endinsí
Literally feeling these words in my tendons
And rattling occupants of the venue sinews
While the Eulogy be orchestrating in continuous crescendos
That excellent been down since Exodus
Like what if the Egyptians and Israelites joined forces
Now, let's look at the word 'excellent'
In it's finite and unversed form.
Excellent of the higheset quality,
Or exceptionally good at, or of it's kind,
Or superior in it's archaic definition,
Synoptic or in congruence with altruism or benevolence,
Depending on the usage of the original word or it's derivative.
Example at hand: two glasses of water,
One sprung from a porous material which liquid is passed
In order to separate the liquid or the fluid from suspended particles;
Forgive Me For Asking
Question: and this is embarrassing
You ever been scared you had no idea what you were talking about?
Yeah, me too
I've lied and so have you, Christians
Like you never had questions?
Like you've never had a moment
When your inner dialogues
God spoke and the formless earth was sculpted
His poetry producing populations, making constellations
With his conversations gazing at his own creation
Proclaiming it was good and there we stood
Fashioned from the dust
With authority He orchestrated organisms and every single cell in every ecosystem
Every creature that dwells
The planets, the plants
The whole expanse, the sky above your head
And the ground where you stand
If you would allow me a second to deal with some in-house issues here
Hey pastor, you know itís hard for me when you quote puritans
Oh the precious puritans
Have you not noticed our facial expressions?
One of bewilderment and heart break
Like, not you too pastor
You know they're were the chaplains on slaves ships, right?
Would you quote Columbus to Cherokees?
Would you quote Cortez to Aztecs?
Raise The Banner
You know, you it hit me one night I was reading my daughter
A bedtime story and uhm, I noticed something
You know every time I read this story it never fails,
You know the tortoise he always wins
This ain't a game standard, better raise the banner
You should demand better, homie, raise the banner
Testify, rally cry, under the banner
Jaja kiki si, follow the banner
Uh, for your children, for your neighbours, for your communities,
73rd and San Pedro,
Uncle Sunny and Odell
Take your pick on what killed ya
Bullets, cancer, or jail
Huh, what a life.
I came out a town in gangs
And a gang of grace
Cuz fo' sho' sin abounds and round these parts
It's a cold night
Listen, sometimes it's senseless sometimes it's a witness
Them streets and them class rooms can beat you senseless
Sometimes those paid to enforce the rules don't play by them
We stay violent
On a cold day with headphones enjoyong some Cold Play
Pondering them hapennings let's see what the Lord say
And cry about slots in heaven next to Trevon, Oscar, and Emmit
Lord I'm just curious
I don't know if they in it