D12 Art Of War Lyrics

[Proof]
Tired of n____s 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____s who said,
"I'm out, I'm out the door this year"
f___, all them n____s
f___ *Einstein*
n____ said me and Bizarre hate each other
f___ you
f___ Low Key
f___ that n____
Talking 'bout he battled me and beat me
f___ 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 d___ out on nuns
If they say s__ 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 m_________er be my twin

[Bizarre]
Who's the b____ a__ n____
That's mentioning my name?
No one to blame
I just c___ back your name
None of y'all b____ a__ n____s wanna test
Cuz five minutes or less
I'll be at your a__ets
You're just a b____
And I wanna test you
And the n____s 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____ 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____'s lines
Cuz you on the s___ 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____, stop callin' me
f___ the truce
n____ I pull the deuce deuce
And my n____s go wild
Like a bunch of rats that got loose
I'm comin' for you n____
So hide behind your door
Cuz all my n____s believe in the Art Of War

Chorus (x4)
What you startin' for?
Is you on for war?
Trife a__assins
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 n____ 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 n____ Bugz is stickin' up
Your nearest gang spot
Just another scarred liar retired
We make n____s pass out like fliers
Flossin' my teeth with barbed wire
Leavin' a b_____ 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____
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 a__ backwards
f___ bringing you back to life
n____ 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 d___ 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____es like tracks
You notice these
Banging c___s and ovaries
Till they drop the sheets
n____s'll die from these
Blows we inflict
You supposed to be in some s___
Cuz you the underdog b____

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
n____ don't be mad cuz your broad is a trick
Always dialing 976-need-a-d___ (b____)
n____s like you
I'm known to smack, stab, and spit on
Kick at, hit on, you hear me b____? It's still on
Calling through my crib
Like your bout it with your shouts
Ain't you the same n____
Who was crying on his couch
Apologize on site boy
If you like your life boy
(Yo Bugz, leave that n____ alone
You know he just a white boy)
f___ that
I smack him off the wheels
And take his bleel
Or bought a royal mope
And destroy him with my steal
You p____ a__
How you figure it will linger
Take your b____ on Jenny Jones
Then beat your a__ on Jerry Springer
Don't f___ with it
Or get your head split and mouth bruised
That's a promise
f___ *Hal Shoes*

Chorus 'till fade