[Chorus]

I want my Dat back

I want my Dat back

I need my Dat back

I want my Dat back

Where the hell is my Dat at

I want my Dat back

I need my dat back

I want my Dat back

I need my Dat back

I want my Dat back

I played 13 for that

I want my Dat Back

I need my dat back

I want my Dat Back

I need my dat back



[Verse One]

Yo I been listen to you since I was a small crop

I bought your tape and watched your career flop

I post your face up in my room

You had the grim look so when I was mad nigga you was mad too

You blessed me with opportunity to listen

And by droppin an album you made music my mission

I would turn on the TV

All I see is DMC who I truly want to be

And mama bought a karaoke machine

As present, so I can have sessions with the young adolescence

In my room

Fuck a cartoon

I'm to busy trying to get at you

With this music

And as time went on my skills got tighter

An unbelievable writer, unbelievable reciter

Hit the hip hop spots

Closed the ciphers

Obie trice dark like a phantom with flows

And by this time shit you like a platinum with those



[Chorus]

I gotta get me a Dat

I need a Dat

What the hell is a dat? (Digital Audiotape)

Get a Dat

I gotta get a Dat

Yo: What's a Dat



[Verse 2]



Hey yo you came to my town one day I got the word

The illest emcee in the rap game most preferred

I thought it was a start for me to exploit my style

And maybe you lend a hand out

So I dropped what the fuck I was doin

Grabbed the DAT

Jetted to the weed spot

And blew the whole fuckin sack with my man Joe

Who keep the ten-dollar Dats

He like "you really bout to make it huh o"

I