Текст и слова песни Souls of Mischief – Dirty D's Theme (hoe or Die)
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
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
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