DEDEDO FREESTYLE

Yes I’m a, “Dededope Soldier”
From the North repping
Remember, getting overlooked
Now the boy got all the leverage
Mr. Brown be the beverage
I’m caffeinated, get the message,
No debating, Mom restless
working a dead end job
Everything earned now we getting M’s oh my
Fuck who did it first bitch I’ma go in regardless
Don’t get me started. little Manila with the realest,
I was brought up with em Chauds man
Drip was from the flea market
Got it from mud for real, on some boss shit
No bloodlines, grandma and gramps fresh off da boat
We worked our way up, now we gottem’ all set
Shit
Shout out the camp, straight up, no other way
Killed the scene for 10 years and now ya rolling in ya graves
Just a youngin’ on the come up, like we all were at one point
Was snoozing on me now I’m appointed as Local hip-hop’s whatever
I don’t need no need no titles, the heavyweight champ of
Bing Bong! Joe Byron; on the mic I got Midas Touch
Might just call it quits, go ghost, for now I’m vibin’ much
Snoozix on the mic again, album mode we excited
Ugh.

TAGALU

Chorus:
Yeah ima chaud tagalu
A product of American Dreams
I even got the foresight to look beyond what it seems
I rep my region and I put it on my chest
No expect nothing less
from this island boy

Verse:

Aye born in 96, GMH, April, Im an Aries
Dad was scared to marry
My momma immigrated young
Im a second generation Guam
Boy, hoping he could make it
Just to get him some
Sh*t primu
Northside Ghura housing, It be crowded
Lower and the middle class getting rowdy
The public school kid who bout the hip-hop
Now we here huh?
Built on fear, food stamps and some tears huh?
Fam saving money every year huh?
Scott slippers to some gucci, life is weird huh?
No fam ties, just a vision and some mad rhymes
Never handed anything, but scaling up a landslide
(wooo)
Shout out my OG’s, I’ll keep the torch the lit
From Island Trybe to Sick Minds, we born again
A student of the culture and the scene,
I think I’m more than the memes, ima
Real island boy with some worldwide dreams
Dreams. Made from Pain, Loss and grief
Weeds, burnin up to level out,
Just so I don’t overthink
Outrigger sailing hoping we don’t sink

Chorus:
Yeah ima chaud tagalu
A product of American Dreams
I even got the foresight to look beyond what it seems
I rep my region and I put it on my chest
No expect nothing less
from this island boy (Yerrr)