Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dag; Philly Too , by - Homeboy Sandman. Release date: 22.04.2013
Song language: English
Dag; Philly Too |
| Hellafied heaven |
| Rank and foul live amongst the rank and file, livid |
| Be the living while legend |
| My limits are alleged |
| Sun is now risen |
| Now engines are revvin' |
| Rebels are reppin' |
| Cats don’t know the half but half of the steppin' |
| I doubt that they’re down to throw down any second |
| Them clown boys don’t make a sound |
| Boring without a weapon |
| They towel boys |
| Ask the cowboy what he reckon |
| I could have moved pounds of pedico |
| And held pounds, but that won’t give power to the people |
| While po' prowling, busy profiling my people |
| It’s so vile |
| It’s something so foul, something fecal |
| My conquest extends upon realms, never charted |
| Where young flesh with color like tar be the target |
| For centuries, before the Red Sea was ever parted |
| As an emcee, I germinate seeds for the harvest |
| For the most part, press doesn’t even matter |
| Nodding like Pez dispensers to raise pegs on the ladder |
| For brunts of months the husbands hunted and gathered |
| Before a trumped up billionaire punks was the pattern |
| Lemme at 'em |
| Yeah |
| Things in Philly don’t look good |
| I got scruples |
| Professor profess what’s best for my pupils |
| Look at my pupils |
| Big up to marsupials, carryin' fam |
| I move like Maid Marian’s man |
| Without nary advance |
| My nap sack do carry a can |
| Of whoop ass, whippin' it out, is hardly a task |
| I’m on path like Road to Damascus |
| All owning the masters |
| Back to the lab, front to the past |
| Which means back to the future you bastards |
| When I say what’s the happenin’s |
| I don’t mean up in the Hamptons |
| I am not here to share wheels with the hamsters |
| I’m looking for answers |
| I act here on behalf of the hereafter |
| Saint right near the marks |
| St. Mark’s right near to Astor |
| Flashes in the pan straight giving me agida |
| Typecast cast of characters |
| Got me more bluer than Captain America |
| I stay coming of age |
| People are like «You the second coming» |
| I’m like «Hey, I’m the first coming of me» |
| I came up uncomfortably |
| And I ain’t coming to play |
| And the predators are becoming to prey |
| But things in Philly don’t look good |
| Spent three years over your head |
| My name mumbled under your breath |
| Now I’m the boogie man under your bed |
| Terrorizing your village |
| Here to pillage and plunder your bread |
| And everybody raised on wonderbread get a percent |
| During the chorus listen up for Horus battling Set |
| First it’s cats fed up with love and rather battle instead |
| And now impersonation’s some sort of respect |
| I think that’s sort of a stretch |
| Ain’t nobody coming off of the head |
| The situation’s come to a head |
| C’mon, what the heck |
| Last thing sonic I gave any spin was sonic the hedge |
| I ain’t folding under pressure |
| Peep the sound of me pressing reset |