the real-dag duo – they gotta go! lyrics
[first verse: dagha]
sip on the nectar / one two mic checka
my birthplace mecca / invest in triple-deckers
ill rhyme collector / sk!ll prime inspector
third mind connector / real the selecta
i bet ya
got a slight twitch from the neck up
all up on the franks but you really need to catch up (ketchup)
been doing this for decades
fluent with the upgrades
sharp as a knife blade
dagha like to slice cake
moved up from a light weight
i p-ss on the rice cakes
don’t drink public ice drinks
no minks and no ice links
command on the song like an autobot
uncut stand up strong like i’m 6 o’clock
that’s the purpose while i’m on or my motto ak
too many young black boys can’t even follow pops
good food for the soul when we hit the spot
no blood sweat and tears if you’re missing the heart
come on…
[hook: dagha]
(go!)
get away from me man
away from my fam
you snake in the sand
you gotta
(go!)
get out of that bar
run fast and run far
gas up the car and just
(go!)
these unusual ones keep shooting their guns
you losing me son
you gotta
(go!)
[2nd verse: dagha]
don’t stop till you get enough
make your money back first before the first re-up
second hand smoke choke when we lit it up
split the dutch
time warp miss your bus
the most slept kept secret so they missing us
pay attention to these words and just listen up
little froggies want to jump but just sitting ducks
when you talking good music better mention us
no baton it’s a marathon i’m running the race
sun out my face
heads looking like they running in place
build an evil empire watch it crumble with grace
ain’t no movie
yeah my uzi weighs a ton and an eighth
what’s left to do?
i done left the crew
and held my own staying strong eating vegetables
i can see a man’s weakness through my tentacles
is you trying to be a rapper or a centerfold? you gotta…
[hook: dagha]
(go!)
get away from me man
away from my fam
you snake in the sand
you gotta
(go!)
get out of that bar
run fast and run far
gas up the car and just
(go!)
these unusual ones keep shooting their guns
you losing me son
you gotta
(go!)
[3rd verse: dagha]
cats be acting all fugazi
it still don’t phase me
surprise me or amaze me stay the opposite of lazy
cop a little bit of hazy take the mash with the gravy
a flash from the 80’s no if ands or maybes
ladies & gents
making dollars and cents
i’m talking scholars with sense
still acknowledge the rest
silicone clones soft like a collagen breast
try to shine a little light but the halogens best
still i stay on my grizzle chip away like a chisel
won’t stop ’til the whistle
go pop you soon fizzle
to the meat to the bone to the marrow to the gristle
princ-p-l of the school calls for early dismissal
and they don’t understand why i act this way
jumping on the funky beat until the break of day
it’s because i want attention with the verbs and nouns
the audience be on my jock when i burn it down
come on…
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