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twiztid - somebody's dissin' u lyrics

(hektik)
they call me hektik
’cause the way the pain is interjected
you talk sh-t, you gon’ regret it
f-ck it, you said it
watch your mouth fool
i’m on the move
time to play
for words you say
one level of pain on display
b-tch, back off
too late your b-tch is spread out, you jack off
leavin’ you wishing that you was dead off
the planet
can’t understand it?
let me explain
all that sh-t you talked drove me insane
but my brain swells, my ears bleed
and all the bad level of attack is underrated,
remember that
head’s get cracked
with baseball bats
i love the sound it makes when it pings
i even love it when my ears ring
stomp on suckers in a second
leave you with no sign of recollection
rearrange your whole memory section
disease, infection, hopin’ that i die slowly
covered in corn stalks, protected by the oak trees
freeze… m-th-f-ckas!
get your hands in the air… m-th-f-ckas!
this ain’t a game
i don’t talk sh-t i’ll slit necks just because
catchin’ a buzz
and keeping a look out for the fuzz
if i get hit by the cops i’m goin’ out like val kilmer
heat the whole squad, droppin’ the bomb
then watch ’em simmer
pain is a beautiful thang it makes my spine shiver
murder for hire, better believe i deliver

(chorus)
if you think somebody’s dissin’ you, they probably are
so far all i been hearin is player hatin’
if you think somebody’s dissin’ you, they probably are
so far all i been hearin is player hatin’

(big blaze)
big blaze from the i.s.i.
superstars underrated
from the b.k.i.
big kids incorporated
who faded?
you think i’m touched by that sh-ttalk ways
knew you back in the day
homie, you ain’t changed
you still a b-tch… how many times
can you switch your format?
wonder why you under everybody like a doormat
talk that sh-t, cuz (yup!)
rap that sh-t, cuz (yup!)
produce that sh-t, cuz (yup!)
but you ain’t sh-t, cuz (yup!)
and even if you sucked my nuts, you can’t play
i still wouldn’t give yo’ -ss the time of day
you just a punk, you need to raise up off me partna
your sh-t is sloppy, we be benz and you jalopy
duck the f-ck out ‘fo i kick ya -ss
next time you see a n-gg-, just ride on past
heavyweight like all of the company i keep
we be deep and real n-gg-z don’t sleep
that sh-t about my man’s just not true, ho
just take that drum machine and
shove it all up in ya -sshole
quick to go down n-gg-, puffy-gold imposter
back that -ss from a rock ’cause you’s a busta

(mr. bones)
as we moving with the speed of the robot sonic exhaust
chronic fumes, fuel, gin and tonic
half of the world is corrupt and alive
other half is depressed and they want to die
i.s.i.
why ask why?
realize there’s a killer in your face,
look him in his eyes
‘fore your body dies
i’ma grab your soul straight up out your chest
put it in my black gl-ss jar with all the rest
of the compet-tion
pack rhymes with precision
eliminating adversaries
and all of our divisions
are cuttin’ like an incision
while other suckers is missin’
with enough cheese for three n-gg-s
in college with tuition
take a listen
i drop knowledge like a teacher
an ill preacher
preaching a sermon
are they learnin’
how to sing along
with the dead man’s song
he’s got an x in his head so i know which side he’s on
and brain dead people always say, “right on!”
they got ten on the weed cause we all high arms
we let bygones be bygones and then dismiss
y’all wack -ss b-tches in the abyss
f-ck a diss
’cause you let your colors show too many times
it goes way deeper than rhymes
f-ck a beat cause i rock accapella
crazy -ss fella
used to f-ck cinderella
in the back of the pumpkin coach
smoking roach after roach
f-ck her all night
and in the mornin’ make me french toast
coast to coast
drop knowledge like a teacher
i.s.i. in this b-tch we play the preachers

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