Homeboy Sandman - Dag, Philly Too lyrics

Hellafied heaven
Rank and foul live amongst the rank and file
Livid be the living while legend
My limit's 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