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Souls of Mischief - Disseshowedo lyrics
Tajai] It gets no fatter Add another crew to your favo ritos Yes we knows our shit is flavor In battle I rip it and niggaz hectic after I flipped the script like a dyslexic actor You're no factor I got the type of skills that make you wanna quit I might be ill and my mic it steals that old beyonder shit I harm the shit but see next this keen text be ing ex pelled from my diaphragm I'm flyer, damn, would you grok it can't you receive it I bust like cleavage, rock shit, then I leave it in shambles, cuz I can like Campbell's A sample of Tajai, is much more than average [Opio] Yo, who the hell are you? You're not me I got me and three brothers that are cocky to rock the, masses, whippin niggaz asses At last it's, appropriate to show that I can blast kids I'm quick to stick a dick in skin I'm figuring I hinder men, so let's sin, and watch this nigga win I'm making corpses, of course I score kids I'm morbid, cause it makes me think of more shit to kick Leave me alone, back the hell up hobbes I never thought my son would ever try to beat up pops I got a leather strap, for the fella that wanna tell the mack lies, I send em back with black eyes Chorus: repeat 2X DisseshowIdoit, I do it, I do it DisseshowIdo, disseshowIdo [Phesto] I ain't trippin, what I'm flipping's on the contrary to your weakness, retreat if you wanna restrain from being beat, I freak lifting syllables so kill the bullcrap, I'm arousing dousing drowning When my sound swings, I found things to bequeath, you're beneath, you need relief, to be brief I crushed ya, flushed ya, from the cypher Cuz I sliced your life to pieces In ruins, I screw in, skills like drills So who and, what army can harm me? Kill, the noise, my boys, never lack poise But you wack toys get played as I slay [A-Plus] My stick drives you crazy flip it backwards and it plays the satanic messages I guess it is my nature To break your mental barriers to take your body over Drove ya, off a cliff I got the gift to shapeshift I encourage say nigga suicidal The shit I write'll, make you clutch a bible I got the Cali type styles, I wipe smiles and smirks off of jerks cuz that weak shit don't never work Niggaz is WACK as fuck your over Get your life together, find some direction cluck nigga I got the titanium steel verse, slicin through With some shit that you'll never ever do Chorus Disseshowedo The studio, blew Ninety-three and on Disseshowedo YouknowhatI'msayin |
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