Tekst :
Seeing no justice in this world
Created a distance intentionally
You left me standing all alone
Now I m waiting, digested by uncertainties
Can not deny that you amazed me
I m still dazed and stumbling around
It s nothing to what s coming to you
Couldn t be more wrong thinking you could keep me for a fool
It was your choice to be so self-contained
Why should I feel sorry for you?
Your silent end is really a deception
I m just sorry it wasn t me who caused you to fall through
Guess again
Held my breath for way too long
Guess again
Now I can t take it anymore
Guess again
I know it s hard to believe that what you see is real
Take another look and... guess again
Held my breath for way too long... guess again
Now I can t take anymore
Take another look and guess again
The long lost past restored
Tekst :
[Harry Allen]
We re coming to you live from the Scottish Right Temple
Near the intersection of Crenshaw and Wiltshire
Where, as you can see in the background
Military personnel are mobilized and waiting orders
Despite the quiet and the deceptive calm, tension is still
thick in the air after last night s concert and rebellion
The incident was allegedly sparked by police officers trying
to shut down a reportedly peaceful concert by hip hop artists
Dilated People s
We ll keep you updated with any new developments. For Triclops
Media Watch, this is Harry Allen, hip hop activist and media assassin
And now, Proper Propaganda..
[Begin Song]
Watch it. Yes. [Indistinct shout-outs]
[Verse 1]
We handle it, these brothers are fabulous
Dilated s showing you the rhyme travelin
Words spitoon from sunlight to moon
Bustin on stage like gunfights in saloons
Boom, my mic back, you like that?
Journalists? We re journalists too, we could strike back
Hardcore reporters with orders from headquarters
Behind enemy lines, sidestepping the borders
Repressed caps, we bring it to you as it happens
The streets love my crew from music to rappin
Street commander slash beat expander
Yeah, they fight the slander with the proper propaganda
What s happenin ? You got a question? Then ask it
The news is just a TV show, get past it
And this, from a quiet wartime journalist
Headlines, wake up, refuse and resist
Resist, like this, like this
Like thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-this, y all
[Chorus]
We kick finance action, and scores of sports
Politics, new fashion and war reports
Entertainment, when we come to perform
Watch, the illest weatherman in the biz with the storm watch
Triclops Media, record, tape and TV, Net radio, CD or DVD
Our sights (like rhymes on paper time)
This is why Baboo is scratching and keeping time
[Scratching]
[Verse 2]
The pen is mighter than the sword
Cause the pen gives the word sending swords to war
They twisted it when he pulled Mao Tse-tung
They said political power comes from the barrel of a gun
The officer meets his fate, .44 by .38
It was a dirty deed, but that don t mean a dirty case
Witnesses against the state are shushed
Facts overlooked so the judge can throw the book
Perhaps for politicians with something to prove
In the city where they blew the roof off and move
Yo, questions when answered leads to more questions
Why it takes months to deliver a confession?
The principles are the same even without the name
But I still say M-U-M-I-A
I have to fight, it could easily be me
But just being the thinker than speakin it freely
Although I use my brain before using a fist
Don t push it, wake up, refuse and resist
[Scratching]
[Chorus]
Tekst :
Sunday morning, woke up yawning; filled the pool for a swim.
Pulled down the head and looked in the glass just to see if I was in.
Went up the stairs and kissed my woman to make her come alive.
Cause with fifteen kids and a fam ly on the skids,
I gotta go for a Sunday drive.
Fifteen kids and a fam ly on the skids,
I gotta go for a Sunday drive.
That s how they are, so I grabbed out the car; convertible 59.
Headed for the freeway, tried to find the Pasadena sign.
Ten miles and three quarters more I wasn t feeling any more alive.
Cause with fifteen kids and a fam ly on the skids,
I gotta go for a Sunday drive.
Fifteen kids and a fam ly on the skids,
I gotta go for a Sunday drive.
I used to be a minstrel, free with a whole lot of bread in my bag.
I used to feel that my life was real, but the good Lord threw me a snag.
Now I m gonna be the same as me, no matter how I try.
Cause with fifteen kids and a fam ly on the skids,
I gotta go for a Sunday drive.
Fifteen kids and a fam ly on the skids,
I gotta go for a Sunday drive.
Turned round the car and headed for home. I guess I realized my fate.
Ten miles and three quarters more I pulled up outside the gate.
Twenty more kids were standin inside and that made thirty-five.
Cause with an orphanage full of thirty-five kids,
I gotta go for a Sunday drive.
An orphanage full of thirty-five kids ,
I gotta go for a Sunday drive.
Sunday morning woke up yawning; filled the pool for a swim.
Pulled down the glass and looked in the mirror just to see if I was in .
Went up the stairs and kissed my woman to make her come alive.
Cause with an orphanage full of thirty-five kids ,
I gotta go for a Sunday drive.
An orphanage full of thirty-five kids,
I gotta go for a Sunday drive.