Dirty Ds Theme hoe Or Die Lyrics by Souls Of Mischief

Dirty Ds Theme hoe Or Die Lyrics

    Verse one: phesto

    Redirect your motivation, while we collect the dough forsaken
    Making a mockery of you mc's, we grimace malicious parodies
    You're finished, allowing you to win is just not in us
    That's horrendous just replenish apprentice retract all
    The wack 'fore you niggaz get blackballed, you're small
    And we make a spectacle of y'all withdrawal
    Punk contention bitten for attention
    Souls of mischief your worst, enemies, your energy's
    Wasted, disintegrated, you'll be incinerated
    By the innovative when i'm stimulated come pale
    To embellish i relish mc's 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 mc's, and hold no reefer
    But sho don't sleep i'm out

    Verse two: tajai

    We the fruits of rotten seeds, nowadays it's bout greed
    That's 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 ain't 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 that's deep within, you should know

    Chorus:

    It's time to let the weak shit go, no more
    And if you with us, hoe hoe!!!
    You should know, it's time to let that wack shit go, no more
    And if you with us, hoe hoe!!!

    Verse three: opio

    They say i'm too posessive, agressive
    I make a mess of mc's 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 you're pressin luck self destruct
    I'm vindictive, so descriptive
    Intriguing on the mic, we don't see things alike
    I strike at breakneck speeds and leave you think twice
    'fore i sink ice cold lyrics and you're sliced
    Through the mirror and it's right to the center
    Where it hurts, convert
    Reconsider the bitter, consequences
    You're defenseless against us, you go berzerk
    Ingesting mc's like clockwork, when i rock
    Murderous rhymes one time for your mind
    And drop dimes for them niggaz who don't get live

    Verse four: a-plus

    I reduce you to dust piles
    Plus styles'll 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 don't want you on it
    So i own it, i make my grip tight
    It's like i'm nuttin nice when i'm writing rhymes to cut and slice men
    You wouldn't, 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 shouldn't 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 mc's suicidal when they lose they title

    Chorus: repeat 2x

    Now, you should know, it's 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
    ...
    Pep love
    Can't forget jay-biz
    Westbound, north side, like that
    ...
    Hieroglyphics in the house
    Let that wack shit go

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