Homeboy Sandman

Homeboy Sandman - Dag, Philly Too lyrics

rate me

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

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