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Disseshowedo
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A-Plus
A-Plus
Vocals
Jerry Butler
Jerry Butler
Sampled Artist
Jerry Peters
Jerry Peters
Sampled Artist
Main Source
Main Source
Sampled Artist
Opio
Opio
Vocals
Phesto
Phesto
Vocals
Tajai
Tajai
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tajai Massey
Tajai Massey
Songwriter
Opio Lindsey
Opio Lindsey
Songwriter
Damani Thompson
Damani Thompson
Songwriter
Adam Carter
Adam Carter
Songwriter
Damian Siguenza
Damian Siguenza
Songwriter
Donald McPherson
Donald McPherson
Songwriter
Enrique A Silvester
Enrique A Silvester
Songwriter
Jerry Butler
Jerry Butler
Songwriter
Jerry Peters
Jerry Peters
Songwriter
Kevin Mckenzie
Kevin Mckenzie
Songwriter
Marshall Luther Simmons JR
Marshall Luther Simmons JR
Songwriter
Shawn McKenzie
Shawn McKenzie
Songwriter
W.P. Mitchell
W.P. Mitchell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Domino
Domino
Producer
Jay Biz
Jay Biz
Producer
A-Plus
A-Plus
Mixing Engineer
Chris Trevett
Chris Trevett
Mixing Engineer
Damian Siguenza
Damian Siguenza
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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