Dag, Philly Too
Homeboy Sandman
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 revving
Rebels are reppin'
Cats don't know the half but half of the steppin'
Doubt that they're down and throw down any second
Clown boys don't make a sound, boring without a weapon
They towel boys ask the cowboy what he wrecking
I could have moved pounds of pedico
When hell pounds, but that won't give power to the people
Poll prowling, busy profiling my people
So vile, it's something so foul, something fecal
Conquest extended upon realms, never charted
Young flesh with color like tar be the target
Centuries, before the Red Sea was ever parted
I MC, 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
Husbands hunted and gathered before Trump
The billionaire punks, let me at them
Yeah
Things in Philly don't look good
Yo, I got scruples
Professor professes what's best for my pupils
Look at my pupils
Pick up to marsupials, carrying fam
I move like Maid Marian's man
Doubts never advanced
Nap sack do carry a can
To whoop ass whipping it out, hardly a task
I'm on path, road to Damascus, all owning the masses
Back to the lab, front to the past
Which means back to the future, you bastards
Say what's the happenings
I don't mean up in the Hamptons
I'm 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, Saint Mark right near the'
Flashes in the pants straight giving me as the
Typecast, casted characters
Got me more bluer than Captain America
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
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 wonder bread 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 impersonating some sort of respect
I think that's sort of a stretch
Ain't nobody coming off for the head
Situation's come to a head, what the heck?
That ' gave me a spin with sonic the hedge
I ain't folding under pressure
Peep the sound of me pressing reset
compositores: Alexander M. Goose, Henry Olivarez, Otis Jackson
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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 revving
Rebels are reppin'
Cats don't know the half but half of the steppin'
Doubt that they're down and throw down any second
Clown boys don't make a sound, boring without a weapon
They towel boys ask the cowboy what he wrecking
I could have moved pounds of pedico
When hell pounds, but that won't give power to the people
Poll prowling, busy profiling my people
So vile, it's something so foul, something fecal
Conquest extended upon realms, never charted
Young flesh with color like tar be the target
Centuries, before the Red Sea was ever parted
I MC, 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
Husbands hunted and gathered before Trump
The billionaire punks, let me at them
Yeah
Things in Philly don't look good
Yo, I got scruples
Professor professes what's best for my pupils
Look at my pupils
Pick up to marsupials, carrying fam
I move like Maid Marian's man
Doubts never advanced
Nap sack do carry a can
To whoop ass whipping it out, hardly a task
I'm on path, road to Damascus, all owning the masses
Back to the lab, front to the past
Which means back to the future, you bastards
Say what's the happenings
I don't mean up in the Hamptons
I'm 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, Saint Mark right near the'
Flashes in the pants straight giving me as the
Typecast, casted characters
Got me more bluer than Captain America
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
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 wonder bread 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 impersonating some sort of respect
I think that's sort of a stretch
Ain't nobody coming off for the head
Situation's come to a head, what the heck?
That ' gave me a spin with sonic the hedge
I ain't folding under pressure
Peep the sound of me pressing reset
compositores: Alexander M. Goose, Henry Olivarez, Otis Jackson
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