Continuing our loose, four-legged bearded animal theme, a change of pace going back to 1992, and one of the forgotten and much under-rated hip hop bands of the period, the Philadelphia trio of OaTie Kato (aka James D'Angelo) Madd (a.k.a. "the M-A-the-double-D", aka. Maxx), and Swayzack. This comes from their debut album, Tricks of the Shade (1992), one of only two released, the other being No Goats No Glory (1994). Fast-flowing and intelligent, it's a critique of American culture, and what it means to be American under the then presidency of George Bush Snr and the first Iraq War, with references, among many other things to two Native American activists, Leonard Peltier, and Annie Mae Aquash, who came from Nova Scotia. The title is slang relating to digging up the truth. Samples here include Lalo Shrifrin's 1967 Mission: Impossible theme, and Run-DMC's 1984 number, Hard Times.
A hero ain't nuttin' but a sandwich
I mean, well I need a hoagie if I am to manage
To fill myself up and stay fat
Yo yo, I gotta kick the raps, yo yo I gotta keep the naps
Well, see, its like this um, I forgot to mention
You was slingin' on my wingding
Swingin' like the Wringling
Suckers on the trapeze
Back and forth please
I keeps ya on ya toes to keeps ya off ya knees
Oops, I'm sorry, I'm just a Goat-man ach
First ya did some flips, but now ya just flopped
Damn, ouch, I didn't mean ta be that blunt
I gave ya what cha got cause I gives ya what ya want
Bustin' down the door, bustin' down the door
Found the corporate heads dippin' Bush like a whore
Sayin' what is it for, what is it for?
The green, the green, please back me some more
Leonard Peltier, Leonard Peltier
Who da hell is that, why the fuck should I care?
In jail, in jail, in jail like a dealer
"Fuck George Bush!" says my T-Shirt squealer!
Please, oh please set Leonard P. free;
Cause ya wiped out his race like an ant colony
Whatcha afraid of?
Annie Mae Aquash?
Found her lying in the ditch with no place for a watch
¿Do the Dugs Dig?
¿Do the Digs Dug?
I don't dig apple pie
It's an American lie
Because I dug between the lines
All I found was swine
Direct control. I won't fold or succumb
I mean, be overcome
I mean, you know what I mean
The green team
Ain't down with the White House clowns
Pushing round mounds of shit
Tryin' to pound it down our throats
But dig it
I'd rather have a bud than a scud
Cause I'ma pour tha salt on the slugs
Cause I don't need to see
Cause it doesn't matter to me
They lather me up
But their suds are weak
But I'ma burn some Bushes
And cut the Quayle's beak
Uh oh, yo, here I come again
Holdin' up the crap
Like a diaper, Depends
Ya don't pay attention
Put down the golf clubs
And stop takin' away the pensions
What cha ma call it?
The Emancipation Procla…somethin'?
It doesn't mean a thing
Cause back then I wasn't nothin'
Just 1/3 of
What's that word, um
Fuck that, "Four score!"
Furthermore I'm fumin'!
What's their face?
Ah Powell, I know ya dig it
A general, an officer, a pig to a piglet
They're both givin' time
They're both gettin' mine
It's time for Goats ta roast swine
Let me check my Glock cause it's time to be checkin' it
In this age of no phase
Ya know who's gonna be wreckin' it
With a crazy, spacy
Hendrix like hazy
Purple maple syruple
Jump the hurdle never lazy
Flim flam of Uncle Scam
Makes ya guard ya wad
Got heads of the state
Deciding fates like God
Makin' racists out of toddlers
Soldiers outta bums
Put that wad in front of congress
See who cums first; cause they're cuttin' funds like liverwurst
Curse bout the purse and they'll drop ya in the hearse
With niggers shooting blacks
Feds supply the gats
Dropping 8 ball jackets like Minnesota Fats
Congratulations on your biggest stunt yet
But you can't hit my blunt if your lips are wet, baby!
Call me crazy and I'm not the pretentious type
Just looks like maybe you's on the pipe
So go take another pull off the glass dick
The way you drool, I think your lips was elastic
I asked Madd, he said you got your ass kicked
Try'n to play your pops for his plastic
Swayzack's cuttin' tracks on the head cracks
Gonna slay some monkeys for the junkies
Stay back and put the caps on the hat rack
Cause here's the plan: the man's gonna get funky …
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