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 Rate Datskat
Artist : Roots
Song : Datskat
Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it baby!
(4x)
Di-bi-dis-banks,
hip-flip-a-didip-didim-dow-hound
You wonder bout the sweat pon my brow, formulatin
nouns
I’ll get down, boogie brother rock on, right on,
right on
The brown, rhymer organically grown, I’ve shown,
while
Sip-pida-didip-styles and proceed, to flow
You know I’m flyer than g.i. so yo joe
Fuck, I run amuck, cause I’m the father of the
fattest skatter
Black is intellectual, cat that is perpetually
Ritually catchin wreck, don’t step, I cut ya
I mix the sector 6 and now I knowledge butter
words
To prop up afrika bambaataa, a lotta, brother is
out there
Waitin on that new shit, well this is how we do
kid
The levels is correct one-two, call in a blunt
too
The front two, run through, good for you
Brand new styles like kung-fu
And rip this from the front to the back
To all my peoples where you at I know you dig it
when I kick
Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it baby!
(8x)
Wadibi-dee-doo-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop
Skiggy-dang, skiggy-dang, you knows we gonna
rock
And don’t stop, just droppin off my bags you
fags
When you define, the word behind, deserves you
lags
We blast off like launchers, launchin off the
rockets
If you bugs, if you act like plugs, you’re gettin
pulled
Out of sockets, the extra-curricular particularly
this
Miraculous in lyrics they be callin me jesus
Please just call me maliq I’m not a prophet
Pass me a topic and I’ll drop it
Because it gets, hairier, never marry or flurries
a throne
To hell with a boy upon the microphone
Will be convenient, I’m never bein lenient
On them folk who gonna slow-up cause they a dope
But a-bi-dee-doo-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop
We makin touchdowns, cause we knockin butts down,
so
Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it baby!
(8x)
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