Dag, Philly Too Lyrics - Homeboy Sandman

[Verse 1] 

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 wreckin' 

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 

It's so vile 

It's something so foul, something fecal 

A 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 or mumps the husbands hunted and gathered 

Before a Trump, the billionaire punks was the pattern 

Lemme at 'em 

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Yeah 

Things in Philly don't look good 

[Verse 2] 

I got scruples 

Professor professes 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 advanced 

My nap sack do carry a can 

I whoop ass whippin' it out, it's hardly a task 

I'm on path like 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 happenin's 

I don't mean up in the Hamptons 

Nah, 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 

Same marks right near the ass, the- 

Flashes in the pants straight giving me as the 

Typecast with 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" 

Came up uncomfortably 

And I ain't coming to play 

And the predators will be coming to prey 

Photos 

But things in Philly don't look good 

[Verse 3] 

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 

? I give any spin with sonic the hedge 

I ain't folding under pressure 

Peep the sound of me pressing reset