D-12 - Art Of War lyrics

[Proof]

Tired of niggas 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 niggas who said,

"I'm out, I'm out the door this year"

Fuck, all them niggas

Fuck *Einstein*

Nigga said me and Bizarre hate each other

Fuck you

Fuck Low Key

Fuck that nigga

Talking 'bout he battled me and beat me

Fuck you

And when I see you on the streets

I'm in your grill

Ya know what I'm saying?

Listen

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 dick 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 motherfucker be my twin

[Bizarre]

Who's the bitch ass nigga

That's mentioning my name?

No one to blame

I just cock back your name

None of y'all bitch ass niggas wanna test

Cuz five minutes or less

I'll be at your assets

You're just a bitch

And I wanna test you

And the niggas 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 nigga 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 nigga's lines

Cuz you on the shit 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

Bitch, stop callin' me

Fuck the truce

Nigga I pull the deuce deuce

And my niggas go wild

Like a bunch of rats that got loose

I'm comin' for you nigga

So hide behind your door

Cuz all my niggas 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

[Kuniva]

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 nigga breathless

The tech whips regardless

Heartless

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 nigga Bugz is stickin' up

Your nearest gang spot

Just another scarred liar retired

We make niggas 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 bitch

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

Fuck bringing you back to life

Nigga 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 bitches like tracks

You notice these

Banging clits and ovaries

Till they drop the sheets

Niggas'll die from these

Blows we inflict

You supposed to be in some shit

Cuz you the underdog bitch

Chorus (x2)

[Bugz]

Bugz'll murder you

In less than a word or two

Bring the art of war to your door

Call me Sonny Zoo

Nigga don't be mad cuz your broad is a trick

Always dialing 976-need-a-dick (bitch)

Niggas like you

I'm known to smack, stab, and spit on

Kick at, hit on, you hear me bitch? It's still on

Calling through my crib

Like your bout it with your shouts

Ain't you the same nigga

Who was crying on his couch

Apologize on site boy

If you like your life boy

(Yo Bugz, leave that nigga alone

You know he just a white boy)

Fuck that

I smack him off the wheels

And take his bleel

Or bought a royal mope

And destroy him with my steal

You pussy ass

How you figure it will linger

Take your bitch on Jenny Jones

Then beat your ass on Jerry Springer

Don't fuck with it

Or get your head split and mouth bruised

That's a promise

Fuck *Hal Shoes*

Chorus 'till fade