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mc dirtbag - swag overload lyrics
[intro: dr. berkowitz]
money to burn in 2007
god d-mn i was living in heaven
my worst girl was a 7
then one morning i woke up
saw my bae in tears
the bubble had burst
shit my worst fear
i started to fall
like a wrecking ball
i’m a charity case
help me y’all
my house: appropriation
all my stocks: inflation
my soul: d-mnation
the result: my starvation
living my life in a cardboard box
don’t have a pillow, just use rocks
this is all because of shitty stocks
and now i can’t even afford socks
[interlude]
hey mc dirtbag: remember me?
hey there tool, you could never make it this far. sorry old chap, but get off my rap. where’d the beat go?
[verse 1: the notorious j.o.e]
i thought you guys were done rapping
so i went to take a nap and
i heard dirtbag starting to rap with swag
walked over to my drums
started out dumb
then laid down the beat of the millenium
time to add some melodies
start to pound those keys
i’m not thelonious monk
but i know my abcs
pull out my b-ss and connect it with a cable
never played before but you know that i’m still capable
bust a groove
that makes you wanna move
then compile it all in ableton
’cause that’s the form we like it in
using an sm58
that’s right, don’t hate
weighs 298 grams and fits nicely in your hand
it has great durability and pretty good sound quality
only 100 dollars so don’t fear
a crucial part of a sound man’s gear
run some xlr
from the pa to the mic stand
got that mogami gold
right from japan
and crafted by hand
you know man, it’s the best
no other brand can top it
it’s like cardiac arrest
(yeah. swag. anybody got a defibrillator?)
[verse 2: mc dirtbag]
getting 100k per week
all the b-tches love my beats
heard from l.a. to tahiti
rocking clubs across the city
i got so much money though
i bought all dat vinnie van gogh
i don’t need score any blow
all the dealers come my show
getting paid by-weekly to mow the lawn
only 100k per week, yawn
just got back from my tour of azerbaijan
all the long gr-ss is gone
still have time to eat ma ham
still got time to make this jam
sometimes i put ham on jam
ham don’t taste no good with jam
never looking back from here (hey)
never check back in my rearview mirrors
occasionally car gets hit from the rear
now i usually check my rear-view mirrors
wu-tang got nothing on this beat
when they try to turn up on my street
my posse be standing right behind me
drinking back all that motherfucking tea
sometimes i’m a philanthropist
my accountants are always pretty pissed
give lots and lots and lots of money
to aspiring young rappists
like my wigga og pierogi
[verse 3: og pierogi]
[polish shit]
[verse 4: mc dirtbag]
i live on the island
i got two shotguns
every time something moves
i shoot it with my shotgun
life is tough over here
but people come from far and near
to check out the b-tches
i said beaches!
that’s not even a bad word
whoever’s beeping beaches
is a huge turd
like sandbanks
with sand, and lots of waves
anyway i’ll get back to my rap
david, behave
i swim every day to school and back
i’m only level 3 but i’m fine in the lac
i speak french but i’m not very fluent
it’s prolly ’cause i don’t go to cl-ss
i’m truant
playing trumpet with one hand
i got that master swag
playing double cs easily
i don’t mean to brag
don’t diss me or i’ll send you to the gulag
and that is why they call me mc dirtbag
[verse 5: dr. berkowitz]
spend my lunch sitting cross-legged on the floor
my friends all judge me but i’m just tryna score
i live in the ghetto
and sing falsetto
[singing]
that’s right you heard me
singing up at 8v
ayyeeeeee
[beatboxing]
tipping those canoes
and sipping back that booze
but make sure it’s kosher
’cause i’m a jew
spend hours every day
in my dad’s studio
i don’t do anything there
no-one really knows
then go to ottawa
every weekend
i really need a lamp
and a chair from ikea
d-mn these rhymes are so sharp
i think i’ll go home and play my harp
[harp solo]
[verse 6: mc dirtbag]
not used to the riches
my financials a mess
spending 200k per week
making 100k less
need someone to help me manage my cash
smoking them hundreds
don’t even ash
one day walking past the h&r block
and i see a filthy hobo
sleeping on rocks
i said “hey there dr. berkowitz, i need your help baud!”
i took him to my crib and removed the mud
now on the red carpet
getting all the bids
me and berk together
rapping ad-lib
back the way it used to be
berk and i together
the first time since ’07
a friendly get-together
back in the spotlight
back in the high life
still life in the hood cause it’s still:
my life
[outro: david the creator]
premiere is my weapon of choice
file’s 12 gigs big ’cause of berk’s fancy toys
canon 5d mark ii with a zeiss to add
mixing on a yammy, onkyo, and a nad
got all this fancy gear but now it’s time to hear
how we put it all together
the real ordeal
transfer the files to my macbook pro
and all of a sudden i’m rolling in dough
compile it all and add some cray effects
lighting, green-screen, bokeh and the rest
then export it all to an h264
no more editing to do anymore
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