Dirty Ds Theme — текст песни (Souls of Mischief)





Verse one: phesto



Redirect your motivation, while we collect the dough forsaken

Making a mockery of you mcs, we grimace malicious parodies

Youre finished, allowing you to win is just not in us

Thats horrendous just replenish apprentice retract all

The wack fore you niggaz get blackballed, youre small

And we make a spectacle of yall withdrawal

Punk contention bitten for attention

Souls of mischief your worst, enemies, your energys

Wasted, disintegrated, youll be incinerated

By the innovative when Im stimulated come pale

To embellish I relish mcs overzealous who fail us

Time will tell us, emulating recreation is colorless

Frontin like they on some other shit

Developing discover this irrelevant to wack intact exact

Well I belittle mcs, and hold no reefer

But sho dont sleep Im out



Verse two: tajai



We the fruits of rotten seeds, nowadays its bout greed

Thats the policy, get from me, so I grab all I see

And after that we out, in a trail of laughter

Raps and doubtless claims of standards upheld and maintained

This aint no, flash in the pan shit, just sell it and fade to nada

Or dance hits to propel, a major knot up in my billfold

One day I got up and I willed no rapper greater

They fake and still doze and act like they young as fuck

Hollerin about the niggaz they buck

Fallin out the windows made up like hoes if they get bucked

Lesson utmost, japanitos to one broke

Who have an ego, or fade you like vita largo

Damn where did he go? sucker felt the evil I know, word

Casino, I ant that ass like zebra skins

Fidos keepin pins and needles

Whether you tread or rest your head until ya

Succumb to the voice thats deep within, you should know



Chorus:



Its time to let the weak shit go, no more

And if you with us, hoe hoe!!!

You should know, its time to let that wack shit go, no more

And if you with us, hoe hoe!!!



Verse three: opio



They say Im too posessive, agressive

I make a mess of mcs depress em, plessin em

The west eclipse the rest, suggestions, to the ones in my profession

Testin, congestin, the mic doin impressions

Souls of mischief make em all fall in succession

If youre pressin luck self destruct

Im vindictive, so descriptive

Intriguing on the mic, we dont see things alike

I strike at breakneck speeds and leave you think twice

fore I sink ice cold lyrics and youre sliced

Through the mirror and its right to the center

Where it hurts, convert

Reconsider the bitter, consequences

Youre defenseless against us, you go berzerk

Ingesting mcs like clockwork, when I rock

Murderous rhymes one time for your mind

And drop dimes for them niggaz who dont get live



Verse four: a-plus



I reduce you to dust piles

Plus stylesll crush smiles, seducing women til they bust out

Of they garments, always give the crowd what they wanted

I rock the mic and now, they dont want you on it

So I own it, I make my grip tight

Its like Im nuttin nice when Im writing rhymes to cut and slice men

You wouldnt, I win every time that we clash

I will surpass ya, a-plus a known flasher

Rhyme if you wanna, it makes no difference

Cause you still gonna die, youse a goner

You shouldnt even try, why was you on the

Mic in the first place

You even chose tbe track, see yousa nigga with the worst taste

I make you niggaz disperse with haste

My tape first with bass hurts your face we curse the fates

I think that I should be your human idol

Makin mcs suicidal when they lose they title



Chorus: repeat 2x



Now, you should know, its time to let that wack shit go

No mo, and if you with us, hoe hoe!!

Now you should know, you need to let that wack shit go

No mo, and if you with us, hoe hoe!!



Yeah, souls of mischief in the house like that

Souls of mischief rock the house

My man big domino, yeah yeah

Big casual, yeah yeah

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Pep love

Cant forget jay-biz

Westbound, north side, like that

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Hieroglyphics in the house

Let that wack shit go



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