It's Over - Dirty Version diss
Hahaha, this fake loser came at us and now it's on. Check out Dirty Version's songs too, they are funny as f***.
The name speaks for itself. Everything here is 100% real, 100% original (beats, lyrics, etc. Stop through if you're interested in real hip hop...
Check Out These Links
www.myspace.com/Doclocke
www.myspace.com/Kurzed
www.myspace.com/LbzweaponX
Dheeper Meaning Productions and Weapon X are two Hip-Hop music factions, coming together to help boost one another ahead, and make great music. Weapon X is actually a part of Nepotzm Records, and Dheeper Meaning Productions are a music production team. Although the two entities, (Dheeper Meaning, and Nepotzm Records) have very different and distinct styles from one another, they have came together to spread the true essence of hip-hop.
Story behind the song
See the trouble is, we eat breathe N sleep hip-hop,
And respect it on the real.
Thats no joke,
and when we find people out there making it look like fake cash money, murder stuff it's like a kick in the ballz.
All I ask is speak the truth, that commercial shit only goes so far.
DM
Lyrics
Weapon X Intro:
This ya boy Weapon X,
And as you can muthafuckin tell,
Im sitting up here, and pardon the expression,
but I'm a muthafuckin nigga.
And I'm tired of you sittin here saying
this black shit white shit, and hell yeah,
I'm not gonna lie, I sit here and rap with white boys, and they 100 times better than your muthafuckin ass.
You ain't never hear no gangsta wannabe shit coming out our muthafuckin mouth... cuz we the realest. It's over for you, it's over. Props to the Bay area; but nobody knows you. C-Town in this bitch. 216. We represent. All you muthafuckin haters get on your knees and repent.
You will never fuck with us.
Walk with me bitch.
It's Over.
-Doc.o.D.-
Why you comin at us when everyone know you're fake?
Look at your board, 50 Cent, you ain't got nothing but hate
So much frontin you can't turn around. what the huff?
you say you got guns? right, ha, come bust 'em at us
you think you reppin the Bay, you crazy. Outta the way
If Zion I knew you rapped, you'd be smack dab in a grave
young cats graduate and think they bout to take over
run they mouths get down to it turn round and wait to get older
yo i'm made to take fakes break em off somethin over their heads
you don't do your homework and you just graduated.
learn to count. 48 hours means two days
and there are three of us dog
-you called us... what did you say? wiggers? crackers? the fuck you talkin bout -BLANK-
play the race game with us?
fuck that
We're men and we're bigger
Play with your pen and your triggers,
get out your men, and stop lickin they dicks
It figures you dissin our chicks
Now that's original, bitch
Keep coming three times harder 'fyou can count to three times
maybe after the third times three you'll have a nine finally
stop with the rhymin
You sound like mother goose dying
You're driving me crazy
Why you tryin? (It's amazing)
Yo hide in the basement, meaning stay where you at,
get out your purse, and write Kurzed some more perjury back
But you had to involve my girl, so fuck it, let's get her involed
We'll line you two up and see who's got bigger balls, bitch
HOOK:
We're killin Dirty Version cuz we hate the fakes
Tried dissin the Great Lakes (hahahahaha)
We stay true to hip hop, deface your games
For days and days and days
Kurzed
I'm pissed growing horns out the back of my scalp
my face shifts to Satan in the black of the realm
Ayo, it's on like a hot steaming kettle in hell
I'll never settle till your soul's in my Letter To Hell
You better scatter for help or hope that gangsta tale is still poppin off rounds when it's off of the shelf
Cuz Imma lecture your ass when it comes to techs
I got cats backin me, we'll see how you react
And I ain't lyin with that
My crew's dyin to snap
No guns but bats, leave all your faces flat
Your little basic rap, your commercial crap
I drive a hearse to my battles for yall to ride back in
Yall made us snap on a binge
a battle full of sin
you disgrace the living, erase your vision
Dog, I'm takin your women, hate your shit
You're a fake with a clit
A fake on soundclick
I'm around, I ain't leaving, I'll stalk in yo home
I'm just lurkin with battles, I rip the top of your dome off
Teasin with laughter when I'm watchin you close
And when you dead and gone, I'm still out hauntin your ghost
I feel wicked when foes surround me, I'm quick to spit rounds of heat at Versions spittin' pounds of feces landin down at your feet
I'm doggin hip hop disease like whatever deceased Easy E
HOOK
We're killin Dirty Version cuz we hate the fakes
Tried dissin the Great Lakes (hahahahaha)
We stay true to hip hop, deface your games
For days and days and days
Weapon X:
Weapon X, here with Dheepermeaning, Kurzed and Doc.o.D
Weapon X, Lost Boyz baby yeah yeah...
You know you fucked up, how you stopping this
Blood spilling down ya muthafuckin esophagus
Like my names some razor blades
yo its blasphemous
To speak on my t
