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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
A-Plus
Vocals
Jerry Butler
Sampled Artist
Jerry Peters
Sampled Artist
Main Source
Sampled Artist
Opio
Vocals
Phesto
Vocals
Tajai
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tajai Massey
Songwriter
Opio Lindsey
Songwriter
Damani Thompson
Songwriter
Adam Carter
Songwriter
Damian Siguenza
Songwriter
Donald McPherson
Songwriter
Enrique A Silvester
Songwriter
Jerry Butler
Songwriter
Jerry Peters
Songwriter
Kevin Mckenzie
Songwriter
Marshall Luther Simmons JR
Songwriter
Shawn McKenzie
Songwriter
W.P. Mitchell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Domino
Producer
Jay Biz
Producer
A-Plus
Mixing Engineer
Chris Trevett
Mixing Engineer
Damian Siguenza
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
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?
Writer(s): D, A., J. Thompson, Mitchell, Sylvester, Lindsey, Donald, T. Carter, Shawn Mc Kenzie, Enrique Simmons, Paul Mc Kenzie, Kevin Harold, Luther Mcpherson, Siguenza, D/suarez, O./masset
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