[Propaganda]
They say the places we venture
A Christian shouldn't dare
Homie, that ain't holiness
It's fear
You scared
Homie, I swear
I won't see 'em by osmosis
I got a blood bought prognosis
From the age when shoulder blades held ghetto blaster
No such thing as Christian rap
But rappers who believe
Stand your ground
Pound the mic
Consistent with the truth you speak
You could watch the gospel stand on its own two feet
Really, ain't that unique
Y'all just never seen it
Unlike the elephants we won't let you ignore
Like arenas full of white kids
All singing along
Make convos in the green room
Filled with awkward pauses
Don't think I don't know em
When they don't trust
And it's all love
We just came to provide y'all
The soundtrack of life
Like around here a life's
Like sounds from the mic, right
Every creed and color with their 116 tats
More humble rapper-tees
All with their hands up
Understand, before Grammys and stellas
It was bars from the cellar
That soar higher than cellular
Less net worth
Can't tell you my net worth
I ain't got a clue
Low dough was never fuel to choose the type of tool we using
Just, who and when
We could better prepare you to make amends with the savior
Destroy your turntables, say
And you ain't got to understand
Just hands up
And if you from the West that's W's up
It's all love
You and I know we both can't afford to ignore
Just hands up
East to the west
Y'all, hands up
L.A. to the Bay
Y'all, hands up
Hands up
Everybody everybody, just hands up
Hands up
(Shout out to my man, Propaganda
From the mighty mighty Humble Beast
My name is Lecrae, I represent Reach
116, unashamed believers)
[Lecrae]
Ayo, dial the seven digits
Call a chemist
I compound underground sounds with pronouns
So pronounce our name right
Rappers who take a stand, C Boy
Pop the lock on minds of these slaves
Until they free, boy
Mischievous soul
Who don't get it, so we spit it
Where the smoke is blowing loud
And the crowds are looking frigid
It's cold on the road
So the bars gotta be hot
Christians want the message
But the world wanna be shot
So I give 'em both until they choke but truthfully
If one side say you dope
The other think that you a joke
Let me clear my throat as I provoke you with these quotes
I got a Grammy in the closet
But I trade it for the hope
Of the people
Cause these days evil
If you ain't seen Jesus
You don't want to see the sequel
People holla 116
Cause they know we represent
Something bigger than the dollars and the cents
Still it don't make sense
That I rock with killers in dark tents
Drinking liquor 'til they thinking of speaking in past tense
And it's past tense with pastors and past friends
Who don't understand the mission in some of my actions
Get your hands up
