[Intro]
Them drivers shook me up
They try to stop me all the time
Them try poke fi in the eye, you know?
But I speak what I know, I speak what I believe
And I speak what is true
Don't tell me hold my tongue

[Hook]
Watch what comes out your mouth
Kill that noise
They shootin'
Don't like what we say, but we say 'em every day
Watch what comes out your mouth
Kill that noise
They shootin'
Unashamed of His name [?]

[Verse 1: Boogalu]
A new fear, new noose, same school
Same knot, same traps hung for you by the cool
Tolerant of [?] who don't tolerate our views
Try to hang us by our tongues if we different worldview
With no civil discourse to disfuse the fuel
To assassinate politically incorrect silly fools
Of which 312 is if you alert the schools
I'm a fool to the fold, God commends me when I'm food for being true
And love the people with his fruit
The tongue is a weapon, taste buds are killers too
The teachings you consume [?] you to your tomb
Take your tongue to a temper
Turn you to a false prophet, watch it!
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Propaganda]
What I look like?
Swallow my words afraid to lose Twitter followers
Like that just buried the talents from my Father
Of things the Tunnel told me like "write for the homies"
And when the cheers go, I know fo' sho' who gon' down hold me
Proclaim truth boldly, holding hope in the Only Holy
Fashion and trends quickly grow moldy 'fore the year ends
That's impact over acceptance
Them plaques collect dust and then return to the essence
I know they probably can't stand me
Slightly more Chuck D than Chuck Stanley
They say I be race baitin', I could be a little more racist
Like writing a rap song is equivalent to a slave ship
I say that to say this: still find it funny how
The only thing that got them riled is shots at they sacred cows
I got cannons buried in flowers
I sat in my sin for hours and held my tongue 'til now

[Bridge: Boogalu]
I know what we on, see the tips of our tongues
Were filled with the fire of infinite ones
We bang drums 'til kingdom come
Cause we waitin' for like an ancient soul
I know what we on, see the tips of our tongues
Were filled with the fire of infinite ones
We bang drums 'til kingdom come
Cause we waitin' for like an ancient soul
Prophets, poets, no holds tongue!
[Hook]