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Propaganda - Ya Never Know
(from the album Out of Knowhere)
© copyright 2003

I got there swaggerin'
But not from blaze saddlein's my pattern is
Pre perform pray and let them suckas pop they collar
No ones bomba, came in freshly scented with Nam-Chamba
Blessed and fully dressed in Gods armor team stronga
Quarter past 11 and touch down the rat team.
Sound check went ratha clean through the blessin' of Elohim.
It's a rarity to catch we in this kind of environment.
But this time I'm sure it was divine appointment
Eyes met, all up in the corna third one from the left
Lockin' iris with that Isis look alike with Gods Light
That alluded from her pours and poured a waterfall of emotions up
My dome, but I ain't make no move
I was playin it cool, reminiscent of high school,
When them fools be like, make sure your timin's right before you step.
So I held down that cipha trible style like this, brdge to cappuriea kick it
Smoothly like she ain't move me

Hook (Raphi)
Yeah I peeped he chillin by the door (I'm gonna talk about it)
And she was grooving out there on the floor (all Night)
Sho ya right shes bangin bro (She's fly)
But she's not what we came down here for ( slow ya, roll)
So you betta focus on your flows (when you touch the mic)
And carry yourself like a pro (you ain't neva lied)
The crew came to do a show
Then we're gonna go
Then again you never know

The set lasted about 45 minutes to an hour
She seen the teams power and felt the anointing shower
I made my way to the back while she maneuvered through the people
I peeped her train of thought she was ponderin' should she speak walk
2 inches to the left of me in hopes our shoulders brush,
Against each other then she'd tell a brotha he was fresh. Met ya
last time for the first time when you rhymed with dead beat.
I just ain't have the guts to say exactly what I think
I'm like you got a bowl of ink I'll stick my finger in it
And scribble on my shirt so I won't lose them 7 digits
Thank God I didn't miss it listen future Mrs. Props
Normally I'm not the type to roll up with a head blowed up
And get my hopes up just to get dashed cuz I ain't dressed right
You thought the set was fresh she like, "not as fresh as you
I said come over here I'll introduce you to the crew.

Hook (Raphi)
So you met her last week at the show (out of the blue)
And apparently she has a glow cuz she made quite an impression on you thats fa' sho'
(and that's real)
now your hopin that its somethin' moe'
I know you're probably getting tired of being all alone (hello)
But in love you're fallin'
Man look out below( you're fallin' man look out below)
You're tryin' to tell me you're in control (yeah right)
But if were you I'd take it slow
Homie you never now

A few weeks into it, convos went ratha fluid on the phone like
All night I break out into cold sweat
Don't know what go next,
No gold Rolex,
Come close to express,
Who knew to expect,
Them innocent questions like "what's up with New Breed
Are them two dating?
Yo I miss Raphi"
All of um chillin spillin'skills everywhere they go
Hold up did you ask if Elsie datin' Macho?
I think not, they're related and now she look elated like you happy to know
Girl you interested in Macho?
That's a low blow y'all screamin' on the low- low again
Why all them girls I'm interested in fall in love friends
Steady askin' for his info I'm like what just happened
I can't tell my crew they would never stop laughin'
It be like that sometimes fools get used for they gain
That's the story of my life getting' played by the game.

Hook (Raphi)
So you end up lookin' like a joke (that's on you)
And you almost got your heart broke (in two)
From thinking you was ready to elope
But that fairy tale went up in smoke
Man I hate to say "I told you so."
But ya did not want to take it slow (ya didn't listen)
Sometimes that how the story goes
Dudes be chasin' fools gold and get played by the game
(uh huh) watch yourself or else you get played by the game