Hotdoggin

by PLAYDOUGH

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released 06 December 2011
Featuring Gift of Gab, Mr. Dibbs vs The Black Keys, PicnicTyme, For Beats Sake, Sivion, Beat Rabbi, Freddie Bruno, Harry Krum, Blaze Won, DJ Sean P, DJ Wise and DJ Bombay.

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Track Name: The Business
The Business

Verse 1:
I got a bucket list. Short cuz I spit big
Cut a jig and a rib off of this pig
Executive I own the shindig
Off the top toupee I’m the big wig
Picture this kid flash drive a big rig
Buzz off a coffee cup top, I flip lids
That’s what this is so my hat’s off
Me David Blaine and Gandalf had a stand off
In a glass box, I came out that
I’m Tex Avery animate a mouse trap
How about that I’m bout that living it
Jive turkey stuffed but I’m still thanks giving it
Beef jerky but I’m still not feeling it
Zombie Land your man is still killing it
And got a tentative plan the LORD willing it
The Sword of the Spirit the mic cord I’m reeling it
And cast it like your boy fly fishing, my mission
Is to keep my position in the red
Turn it up in your truck what up you been knowing that
Sandbag and rows I flows you can’t hold it back

Chorus:
Been knowing that. What is this?
Can’t hold it back. The business
You know what it is
Give ya’ll the business

Verse 2:
You don’t freaking own me you don’t know even know me
Chick that’s grinding hard, she ain’t freakin on me
That ain’t no baloney Junior that’s a hotdog
Soft like playdough but I’m rock hard
I’m a rock star clean to the shave guard
I’m bringing bones back to life in a graveyard
I’m shiny bright tighty white no race card
Underneath your radar getting paid hard cuz I’m way star
Moonstruck who snuck in the back door
Hardcore last forever and more
Ask for what you will still and ask more
All things to all men and or
Women too swimming thru every minnow crew
I pulled the old switcheroo on what’s fishing you
What I’m finna do here’s something nasty
Lines like I’m giving out candy
Track Name: Hotdoggin
Hotdoggin

Verse 1:
My boloney got a first name and it’s official
Ain’t got a last name just an initial
You know the Word is straight from Proverb
Hot diggity dog and you can all get served
I got to swerve lay back and observe
It’s from the hood to the black Cadillac in the burbs
Sweet relish to embellish what’s exactly deserved
And pack a packet full of pistols on a pack Hors d'œuvres
My boloney got a first name it ain’t Doug
I ain’t never seen it but it’s written in blood
And so I hit with a thud I’ve got precision of Scud missile
Please excuse all the flaws and bone gristle
Let’s just call it all that I got
The good, bad and ugly you like it or not
I’ve got to bring it all together and connect what I’m here for
Rapping for the last thousand years for

Chorus:
My baloney gets personal
My baloney gets personal
Hot diggity dog hot diggity dang
My baloney gets personal
My baloney gets personal
Different parts make it versatile
Till your thirst is full
It’s all parts all heart and soul
The red pill is irreversible

Verse 2:
My baloney got a first name, call me Douglas
Middle name ain’t none of your gosh dang buzzness
Last name Dangle angle in the middle of it
Trying to star spangle Angels just a little bit
It fits nice and it spice up the bun
And it rings twice full price on the Son
So I shred a little cheddar and I hope I don’t bust it
Your butter knife can’t cut the mustard
My baloney got a first name, maybe Diggum
Honey Smack black hand side on the rhythm
A little frog who likes to hotdog
To an old vintage village that’ll crack analog
Lilly pad to the log I let the drum hit hollow
Fess up you couldn’t catch up if you’s tomato in a bottle
Baby you can follow. A pink hotdog in your mouth don’t swallow

Chorus
Track Name: Ya Heard with Mr. Dibbs vs The Black Keys
Ya Heard

Verse 1:
Cold crush cold rush the quarterback
Push pillage through a line of scrimmage
Some of that old macnasty want some then ask me
Smack a rapper back that wack talk and sass me
Procrastinated next week the cheek turn
Weak burn, chased with ginseng and wheat germ
Got my feet firm planted on a Rock that
Unshakable Mt Zion on top that
Old Testamental instrumental
Got dead living lead raise a number two pencil
I purposely purposed the incidental
On a credit card maxed to it’s full potential
Accidental, Alamo I ragged this rental
Attracted to this track something sentimental
Ali passed it up so I blast it simple
And I covered for rapping long as I rap it gentle
So let’s just enjoy my brand new tie
Bounce the beat on my knee like a baby boy
Who wants to rattle to the rhythm of a beat box?
Wrote my lyrics on the wall cuz my sheet rocks

Chorus:
I know that you want to
I know that you got to
I know that you heard what I ought to be
Buy you ain’t heard about me

Verse 2:
The name’s Playdough I’m still the best kept secret
But when you’re this dope it’s kind of hard to keep it
The beat tried to hold it but it’s bound to leak it
Cuz I dry hump, frenched and freaked it
We all make mistakes and we gonna probably repeat it
I brought the Answer right here waiting when you need it
You hungry for the Truth man it’s there if you seek it
Just control alt delete it
I’ll be the one to lead the revolution
No politics no constitution
A freedom no man can take introduced in
A lyrical Spiritual solution
It feels good when you’re chewing the red pill
But now I’m obligated to wake up the dead still
It’s Life in a song I disguise the topics
It’s easier to take with steamed rice and chopsticks
The plot thicks the prophets have told me
The angels sang it to me and my dreams have shown me
It’s deepspace above me and the clouds below me
Incognito lonely like nobody know me

Chorus

Bridge:
It don’t matter you can blame it on me
Some pay for it some get it for free
Some sneak in the door same pay the fee
Some people rap some people emcee
It don’t matter you can blame it on me
Some pay for it some get it for free
Some sneak in the door same pay the fee
Some people rap some people emcee
A lot of people rap some people emcee
Most people rap few people emcee
Everybody raps nobody emcee
I guess the exception is me