DOBBY - Rappertag #27 | Season 2

Lyrics

[Intro] Yah Uh [Verse 1] Started in Lake Illawarra With a mate's CD Player that I borrowed, I came with the mob Pavin' a way for tomorrow Today I'ma take on a calling, I'm makin' a mark Play it with the flame in the chords In a way they don't make anymore, wagin' a war With the words, I'ma say when I talk And I'm aimin' to break in the doors, so be careful I'm kickin' that down, with the way That I'm bringin' that sound, Murawari Filipino Reppin' that proud, straight flame When I'm in the bag now, rent time's up Gon' give it back now, I can feel a change comin' In the background, workin' to eliminate The middle man now, lookin' like a man Caught with your pants down, thanks for the TED Talk Blakfella got game Take it up a notch, high-level octane Shit is off-chain from the minute I came Fuck up anybody that'd get in my lane, runaway Throw dirt on my name Better get a brolly, I'm bringin' that rain Big up to the Mob takin' all of that pain Never givin' up, yo, we come a long way So I raise my fist, got the flag on my wrist Callin' out all my Brits, you can uplift Look at what all of y'all missed Educate all of your kids, break that chain Look at how I write my shit Ain't nobody quite like this, fight my fight Same time, make it bop like this? I am what hip-hop is Many nights tryna follow my calling I had a fantasy of globally touring While my friends goin' out to the party I'm home alone; Macaulay McCaulakin I would treat every show like a tournament Pull up on 'em with the flow and I'm gone again Mob are killin' it so shout out to all of 'em Kobie Dee, Baker Boy, Emma Donovan, ayy Man, all these comments are filthy Look at them, brittle and guilty I know I stand for something way bigger than lil me I don't back down if it kills me If they like you milky I gotta remind you, my brother, it's still tea Even if they try to spill me, I'ma soak into this land And this always will be, ayy [Verse 2] Yo Big up to Byrd, that's the sample that I'm flippin' Attitude matchin' up with the writtens Backward politicians are catchin' up with the vision Rappers always thinkin' they different but never listen I'm sick of this repetition, I'm wishin' for recognition Seekin' action for the mass killin' in Blak prison The bad image that lackin' media fact checkin' The blood spillin', land drillin', frack dealin' I'll shatter the ceilin' like Bob Dylan and Madvillain Sick of the politickin' and keepin' the cash hidden Ditchin' the Blacks, coward too chicken to chat with 'em Historic oppression, our mother tongue was forbidden Morrison never listened, strip him of his position Unforgiven, so I manifest it in my mind Hope I see a Blak Prime Minister in my lifetime I devise rhymes on bike rides at night-time And keep my mind's eye open to a divine sign Ayy, and still the problem they been tryna get rid of Whitewash the hip-hop, like they forgot the founders Munkimuk to Jimblah, South West Syndicate Local Knowledge, don't forget, brah, watch it splinter up '06, we had the whitest men lead But they forgot about Wire MC We pull out we'd leave your line-up empty, dead scene Your entire event seems like the Fyre Fest thing, this a writer's wet dream Ayy, caught the passion back in Warilla With the wide brim hat, packin' the Bega Stringers With the pads, rappin' to Dilla tracks on the back of the bus 'Bout to become the butterfly up out the caterpillar Blakfella Mac Miller, Anderson .Paak With a killer act, lyric attack struck with a battle axe Matter fact, I'm thinkin' I shouldn't have to brag But after this shit they might have to call it Drappertag [Outro] Dobby Drappertag Big up to Barkaa for the tag, my sis, much love to you 1Lane Studios Shout out Vyv entertainment Ben Ling on the camera Let's go, it's done Next up we have A.GIRL Kill it, sis Uh Uh, uh [?]