Art of War - D12

Tired of n_ggas rapping the same
Talking the same, ya, hah
Living in the same place
What style is Proof gonna do this time?
Ya really wanna know, huh?
What is he gonna do?
You got n_ggas who said,
"I'm out, I'm out the door this year"
F_ck, all them n_ggas
F_ck *Einstein*
N_gga said me and Bizarre hate each other
F_ck you
F_ck Low Key
F_ck that n_gga
Talking 'bout he battled me and beat me
F_ck you
And when I see you on the streets
I'm in your grill
Ya know what I'm saying?
By the age of aquarius
My mind state was gugarious
Various opponents whose stature was hilarious
Like you
Throwing fairy dust
Then frowning hard on whack chorus
Proof was on the scene before Nat Morris
Cold as a black forest in these starving streets
A garbage heap that was brought
Stars could eat
The nerve of haters
Diss us perging gators
So I spit venom at you through your serve in vegas
The primitive fool again
None can match that
Blast at your rib cage
Making your spine hatch back
You lack fat tactics
And thoughts of Dexatrim
Whippin' my d_ck out on nuns
If they say sex is sin
Next to Slim
I'm Shady as a Tetris win
Dirty Dozen solo are respected men
Get known for craft
Irritate me like infected skin
The future ain't lookin' the same
Like a neglected twin
Some test the scary
That's unnecessary
To kill your crew, family, your friends
Your tech can carry
Knock your paws off sync
Left you flat like a soft drink
Got more styles than Diana Ross swing
Zone like Rick James when he smoke crack
You and Charli Baltimore
Got something in common
Y'all both whack
Proof the king P-I-N
If I ain't the best this year
The motherf_cker be my twin
Who's the b_tch ass n_gga
That's mentioning my name?
No one to blame
I just cock back your name
None of y'all b_tch ass n_ggas wanna test
Cuz five minutes or less
I'll be at your assets
You're just a b_tch
And I wanna test you
And the n_ggas you was with
They already left you
So duck down cuz Bizarre Kid's comin' here
Shootin' at you and your peers
And cousins you ain't seen in years
Hope you believe in God
Cuz n_gga you better pray
Pull your kids from the window
And duck from this AK
And already done called the Proof and Denaun
And even if I want to
I can't change my n_gga's lines
Cuz you on the sh_t list
These bullets are relentless
And ain't no way in hell that you avoidin' this
Ain't no apologies
Yo I see your number on my caller ID
B_tch, stop callin' me
F_ck the truce
N_gga I pull the deuce deuce
And my n_ggas go wild
Like a bunch of rats that got loose
I'm comin' for you n_gga
So hide behind your door
Cuz all my n_ggas believe in the Art Of War
Chorus (x4)
What you startin' for?
Is you on for war?
Trife assassins
Bringing you the art of war
Straight wylin'
Burying bodies right on top of each other
So when somebody ask
I just say you under the weather (Killer Eel)
No matter what the problem
Revolvers can solve 'em
Keep a n_gga breathless
The tech whips regardless
Walking you punks right to the edge of darkness
We're way beyond that
When I pull me out a cartridge
I bank shots
Wettin' up your white tank top
While my n_gga Bugz is stickin' up
Your nearest gang spot
Just another scarred liar retired
We make n_ggas pass out like fliers
Flossin' my teeth with barbed wire
Leavin' a bloody mess
Then harass kids
And buy 'em a candy bar
So they can tell me where you live
[Kon Artist]
Highly dangerous
Spraining my wrist
Lickin' off this black tech
With my eyes flossed b_tch
Look up the Art of War
In the ghetto dictionary
And see Bizarre holding your kids
Hostage for their Crunch Berries
My pump stay hot
Coat stomachs like Malox
Run away spots
Setting it off with the guns that Dre got
Ghetto séance
But ass backwards
F_ck bringing you back to life
N_gga we putting you in your caskets
Running off with the mop like you got somethin'
But in my mind I'm thinking
Blast soon as I spot somethin'
And when you fall
I know damn well I done shot somethin'
And I'm cleaning your brains
Off my windshield for frontin'
D-12 is
Your local weed sellers
Throwing pipe bombs in your church
To kill your elders
The men on b_tches like tracks
You notice these
Banging clits and ovaries
Till they drop the sheets
N_ggas'll die from these
Blows we inflict
You supposed to be in some sh_t
Cuz you the underdog b_tch
Chorus (x2)
Bugz'll murder you
In less than a word or two
Bring the art of war to your door
Call me Sonny Zoo
N_gga don't be mad cuz your broad is a trick
Always dialing 976-need-a-d_ck (b_tch)
N_ggas like you
I'm known to smack, stab, and spit on
Kick at, hit on, you hear me b_tch? It's still on
Calling through my crib
Like your bout it with your shouts
Ain't you the same n_gga
Who was crying on his couch
Apologize on site boy
If you like your life boy
(Yo Bugz, leave that n_gga alone
You know he just a white boy)
F_ck that
I smack him off the wheels
And take his bleel
Or bought a royal mope
And destroy him with my steal
You p_ssy ass
How you figure it will linger
Take your b_tch on Jenny Jones
Then beat your ass on Jerry Springer
Don't f_ck with it
Or get your head split and mouth bruised
That's a promise
F_ck *Hal Shoes*
Chorus 'till fade

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