Souls Of Mischief

Souls Of Mischief - Disseshowedo lyrics

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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


 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


 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


 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


 The studio, blew
 Ninety-three and on
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Author: Damani Thompson, Damian Siguenza, Jay Suarez, Jerry Butler, Jerry Peters

Composer: ?

Publisher: Zomba Recording Corporation


Released in: 1993

Language: English

Appearing on: '93 'til Infinity (1993)

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