Rthentic RTNC - Dag, Philly Too lyrics

[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 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 [Verse 2] 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 a**, 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 ba*tards 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 [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 Last thing sonic I gave any spin was sonic the hedge I ain't folding under pressure Peep the sound of me pressing reset