D.O.C.C Music - The Doccta's Theme Lyrics

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Born and raised
Of the Garden State of NJ
Indie rapper, gotta get the pay
Most of all thank you Lord for this day
Daily routine is full of academic
Taking a test and make sure you check it
I have a great work ethic, please respect it
Nowadays these values are rejected
Walk back home, but I ain't alone
Good God right there, he makes me grown
Come back, work on a track
Make good sound
Mediocre stuff in my crib ain't allowed
That's my type of proud
Move the crowd
Gotta speak my art loud
Make good music right now
Gotta put The Doccta's Theme out to browse

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One, two, three, four

D, O double C, pretty good M.C.
Kinda like my Dad Mr. Big C
I'm Hispanic
Where the TV to watch my 'socca
I ain't about waste my time, heck 'wit media, I'm proper

C's take on world
C's
Double C's
Double C's
Double
Double

My rhymes aren't all Ladi Dadi
I have more substance, I'm smart, not nobody
On the beat boom bap, crash boom slap
These drums hit hard old school like Craig Mack
I wasn't born, from a tree
Born from my mama who loved and cared for me
Carlos Antonio, oh 'boyo
What a name man, do you like the pasta and the poyo
Let us pray to the lord
Provide me with the sword, the bible
The Devil is my very rival, my very rival
Lord God, you comfort me with your rod
Protect me from Satan and His Lucy facade