Diss Order Lyrics – Deep Dickollective

Diss Order Lyrics by Deep Dickollective

(Instrumental)
Yo this is 25 to D/DC
And we’re here to talk to a little about diss order
You know

When the eyes don’t follow what they supposed to see
When the minds supposed to think but it stinks instead
When the heart supposed to beat but it only.. wanna make beats and
I’m here with 25 markers and JB and we’re here to see what we can see

Because we are D/DC
Yo peep
The brain fibrillates and the heart thinks
The eyes say words and the ears blink

It’s chaos and disorder when someone demands this freestyle extent
System override
sh#t come out the mouth
And not the rear end

Words offend
Thoughts have bend #ss back
And bass-akwards
Cyphers don’t need ya sorry salivating statue

First frontier of the year
Nothing in space matters but the mass
Lotioning libations for that ash
Freestyle style free but still shackled on them ankles

My fingertips smell freedom but catch chicken like Bojangles
Freedom don’t smell like apple pie but a ham hock
Instinctively in sync bye-byes
Motioned in a pop lock

Can keyboards anticipate a word?
Can keystrokes conjugate a verb?
Can I suggest that we learn on curbs
In Bedstuy, East Oakland, or Leimert?

Does mainstream guarantee you heard?
And with that rendered nonsense knowledge?
And them ghetto tongues Ebonic?
Would it validate my frolic

Cause I dice up words like chopsticks
And consume
And proceed
And continue

To rock the mic
Through disorder
I ask you, what is stability for?
I cannot ignore

The massive amounts of gore
On the television and outside my front door (heh)
Sittin’ down on the first floor
Ground zero

I can’t ignore the liquor stores on every corner
Creating drug addicts galore
In fact, my heroes wish they had lawyers like Shapiro
We’re considered men you should fear though

I cannot, no I won’t hide from the truth
You know ya got
To stop lying boy
Bring the youth up to the level

So they can feel it
Give it you
How you want to?
If you feel it

For real tho
What is stability for?
When disorder walks through the door
Yo I’m the master of the obscure cultural reference

Fruity loops and head fakes that make you look stupid
472 times before the end of the paragraph fragment
Oh, you thought I’d say “sentence?”
You better conjugate b#tch

Paragraphs faggot
That would be too much like right
That’s my grandmama type of spite
West by God Virginia

Odd body politicking and spin, see
Eggs toasted in coffeeville
Spilled this miss sissy
I be the star buckin’

Star f#ckin’
Crooked letter veteran
That left the Christians extra crispy
Snackin’ graham crackers attack

From the picture page window
I stand pat and rob your 700 Kinchlows
And bringing all my alms for
Old Uncle Tom reading Psalms

You say roll on the balm
But my funky underarms charm the pants off of Bay Area residents
And I schlep ride from a chain of Bayjan and polypeptides
I slide home and if your Jonesin on Hyde

Or singing at glide, yo
I’m on your side
And I’m seen on the scene with K queens at pride
And nigh the high of thighs and more if you’re bored

Catches this disordered
Story of my eye
Eye? I? What?
Oh sh#t

Disorder
I caught her with her hand in my pocket
I thought I’d rock it one more time
Just for the night

You see
We be D/DC
Hot on the mic
Like rice in the cooker

I shook her I made you look
You mistook me for a sucker
But you didn’t even know
That I get around

Like Digital Underground
The sound of the violence more profound
Than the diamonds in my eyes as I fantasize about her
Right away

Oo da da disorder (By the way)
Dem da da disorder
Dem da da disorder
Dem da da disorder

Mm da da disorder (durn durn durn durn durner)
Mm da da disorder (durn durn durn durn durner)
Mm da da disorder (durn durn durn durn durner)
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Deep Dickollective Lyrics – Diss Order

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Diss Order