DOBBY - Rappertag #27 | Season 2

[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
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