Dee Dat Dah

Ready and willing to set it off
Letting off like bullets from an Uzi
Kick down your door and say excuse me (excuse me)
Lyrically I’m on some old school futuristic shit
Like Dr. Who be
Truly- dedicated
To ripping a part of rhythm
True Hip Hop as long I’m living
Plus I roll with Rubber Peeple
I’m in sole control of my universe
And If you ask me I’ll write you a verse
Damage I do the worst
I’m one of those cats that kills a cipher
Cause I spit fire like a lighter
Strike like a viper
I got a double edged sword that’s bound to slice ya
Plus I’m nicer
Than any nigga out there trying to sound like Roger Troutman
You know you need to cut it out man
I mean think about it
You synthesized a waste of rhyme
Forget it
I’m not even gone waste my time

(CHORUS)

Dee Dat Dah- Dah Dah- Doe Doe
Dee Dat Dah
Dee Dat Dah

(repeat 3X)

La-di-Da-di- my words bout to have a party
Don’t cause trouble
Might bother everybody
Don’t believe much that my mind don’t touch
Surprised by nothing
I done seen enough
But there’s always something from here the problems clear
Cats been wanted to be these singers that have appeared
Suckas is too high to get us a verse that’s gone fly
Til’ more people call ‘em on it they gone continue to get by
I plead the 5th
Like Tyrone disrespecting the microphone
While our children are zombies in the twilight zone
I’m blown
Like Hillary when Obama won Iowa
Future losers follow the dress code on the flyer
Bustas steady fantasize when their words are really cries
They need help
Their actions say they ain’t happy with they-self
Under the spell of Novus Ordo Seclorum
While you warn ‘em about these rhymes
Imma pray for ‘em

(bridge: Hit ‘em with the Dee Dat Dah- Dah Dah)

Now why you wanna go and do that
Something like that
Disrespect my set if you wanna
We coming right back
You thought we was soft cause we was drinking herbal tea
But verbally J.E.P.O. be murdering
Talking smack and serving teams
Talking back that’s murder B
You never heard of me
What is you “taum-bout”?
Audiences catch me with their arms out
I ought to write a song bout
How you faggots galavant
I just don’t understand how you sagging small pants
And you’re acting arrogant
Man up that’s all I ask
Why you be grittin so hard when you be walking past?
You niggas ain’t hard to me you’re just a tall glass
Of lemonade finna get played for all your cash
Like hoes
That’s getting pimped by those
That’s rocking hair rollers with some Gators and them colorful clothes on (yo)
I’m sick of niggas with the Ra- Ra- Ra
That’s why I’m bout to hit you niggas with the Dee Dat Dah (uh)

(CHORUS)

Dee Dat Dah- Dah Dah- Doe Doe
Dee Dat Dah
Dee Dat Dah

(repeat 3X)