Somebody’s Dissin’ U (OG Version)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Monoxide] They call me Hektic, 'cause the way the pain is interjected You talk shit you gonna regret it, fuck 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 Bitch back off, too late, your bitch is spread out, you jack off Keepin' you wishing that you was dead off The planet, can't understand it? Let me explain All that shit you talked drove me insane But my brain swells, my ears bleed And all the bad level of attack is underrated, remember that Heads 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, over night I die slowly Covered in corn stalks, protected by the oak trees Freeze, motherfuckers, get your hands in the air, motherfuckers This ain't a game I don't talk shit, I slit necks just because Catchin' a buzz and keepin' a lookout 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' (Oh yeah) If you think somebody's dissin' you, they probably are So far all I been hearin' is player hatin' [Verse 2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] It's Big Blaze from the I.S.I Superstars underrated from the B.K.I Big Kids Incorporated, who fade it? You think I'm touched by the shit talk way? Knew you back in the day, homie you ain't changed You still a bitch, how many times can you switch your format? Wonder why you're under everybody like a door mat Talk that shit (Yup!), rap that shit (Yup!) Produce that shit (Yup!), but you ain't shit (Yup!) And even if you suck my nuts to gain play I still wouldn't give your ass the time of day You just a punk! You need to raise up off me, papi Your shit is sloppy, we be Benz, you be jalopy Bug the fuck out, before I kick your ass Next time you see a nigga just ride on past Look you ain't like other company I keep We be deep and real niggas don't sleep You said I'm on my man's nuts, not true, ho And take the drum machine and shove it all up in your asshole If it goes down, nigga, Puffy Combs imposter Back that ass from my block 'cause you's a buster [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' [Verse 3: Jamie Madrox] 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 glass jar with all the rest Of the competition, pack rhymes with precision Eliminating adversaries in all local divisions I'm cuttin' like an incision while other suckers is missin' With enough cheese for three niggas in college with tuition Take a listen, I drop knowledge like a teacher An ill preacher preachin' 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-ons We let bygones be bygones and then dismiss Your wack-ass bitches in the abyss, fuck a diss 'Cause you let your colors show too many times It goes way deeper than rhymes Fuck a beat 'cause I rock a cappella Crazy ass fella used to fuck Cinderella In the back of the pumpkin coach, smokin' roach after roach Fuck her all night, and in the mornin make me French toast Coast to coast, drop knowledge like a teacher I.S.I. in this bitch, we play the preachers [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'