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 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