Just a case of trying to use some old unused lyrics from one of my book of rhymes. It was written sometime back in the late '90s but never used it, however it meshed well with a sample I looped, so I recorded it to get it over with; hence, why you hear the words... "I'm glad that's done; now I can move on with my life..." at the end of the song - lol.
GreyMatter wants me to re-record and add more lyrics to it, but I don't have the time nor can I really find all the samples incorporated nor do I really want to touch it again. Just be happy with the "Short E.S.T. (Extra.Sensory.Transmission)" song I've ever known.
Lyrics
Produced by z1
[verse]
I salivate on boards as much as I spit on brick
I listen to the radio as much as I make hits
If money was an option, the world would be this
A wild array of synthesizer riffs, snares, hats and kicks
That's the viewpoint of an artist big and mad to be sick
For every taste he gets, might as well be a lick
No negotiating properties, he's out for what he gets
When you front, call yourself a lump on a log and dip
First warnings are dangerous, big mouths get bit
One by one, I call their presence out and don't get to sit
They don't realize, that when the fabric won't knit
Their needle jumps off the scale and then they soon forget
[chorus]
What's the propaganda?
Situations get horned while the real artist is scorned for every topic reborn
What's the propaganda?
The shortest attention span redeemed, for every letter that's seen time will tell what I mean
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