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Artist:D12
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Album:The Underground EP
Track:Art of War
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
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[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
 
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