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dagha – skool house rock lyrics

[verse: dagha & insight]
we’re on the clock, black
rock that!
tick tock to combat
destroy my enemy cause i’m the calm cat
yo i bomb that when i rock that
take off my top hat and drop fact
rock that
government can’t stop that
you must be out your mind if you dine on that non-phat
insight/ dag, need to cop that
rock that
study how you live then they mock that
rock that, rock that, rock that
eyes you need to dot that
vision’s out of focus bring solution to your contacts
you call yourself king, but you’re played like a p-wn black
slap you silly with the force of an open palm smack
spark that
just like a hit from the traum sac
rock that, rock that
won’t bother with the contracts
father of the top cat
freeze you with the coolness or burn you with the hot rap
oh no, not that!
calm down, stop that
true school rock that

rock that (rock that)
rock that (rock that)

ignorance stop that it’s time to take the block back
bad flows chop with a rap for a sharp axe
when i rock that
now sparks the rat in a top hat
got beef? watch that
where the cops at? it’s combat
attack biochemical contact
when i rock that you want that
drop a bomb on em with strong facts
packed in the form of hot wax
i record with a sock on the mic when i drop tracks
to stop pops i rock that
and masters are all wack
tall cats attack em and tackle in small packs
they step and fall back cause they rap with a false act
they ain’t all that
chemists recall that, i don’t want that
stop that, bring the raw back give you an awe rap
rock that, rock that, talk-back, rock that
it’s time to chop cats
to show em where hip-hop-s at

when i rock that glock c-ck back
(no, not that)
this ain’t shock rap we study hard to top that
it’s time to interact, make contact
perform with the intent to lock that
work around the clock to let you know where hip-hop’s at

rock that (rock that)
rock that (rock that)

don’t need a strap when i rock that
i got my arms stacked
the future’s jut gone back
and heads ain’t even ready for the combat
living life like a car mat
some wannabe star cr-p
think they know their destination’s really on the wrong map?
stop that
y’all don’t even want us to start that
i pop that
like breakdancing on a hard mat
the god’s back
breathing life straight into your softpacks
speed through all zones and you know you can’t clock that

rock that (rock that)
rock that (rock that)
rock that (rock that)
rock that (rock that)

- dagha lyrics

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