Diss Order - Intellectual

[Intro]

(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

[Verse 1]

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

Shit come out the mouth

And not the rear end

Words offend

Thoughts have bend ass 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

[Verse 2]

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

[Verse 3]

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 bitch

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 fuckin’

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

[Verse 4]

Eye? I? What?

Oh shit

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

[Outro]

Oo da da disorder (By the way)

Dem da da disorder