Dag; Philly Too - Homeboy Sandman (Angel Del Villar II)

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

Yeah

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

Hay

But things in

Philly don't look good

Hay

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