Art Of War - D-12

[Proof]
Tired of niggas rapping the same(yea!)
Talking the same (yea!) HAH!
Living in the same place
What style is Proof gonna do this time?(what are you gonna do, Proof?)
Huh, yea, ya really wanna know, huh?(gimme some of that laid back shit)
(don't fuck with Dirty Dozen)
What is he gonna do?
You got niggas who said,
"I'm out, I'm out the door this year"(I'm out the door)
Fuck...all them niggas(no holdin' back)
Fuck *Einstein*
Nigga said me and Bizarre hate each other
Fuck you(fuck you)
Fuck *Lo-Key*
Fuck that nigga(yeah!)
Talking 'bout he battled me and beat me
Fuck you(fuck you)
And when I see you on the streets
I'm in your grill
Ya know what I'm saying?(real shit, hah!)
Listen

By the age of aquarius
My mind state was gregarious
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 hooligan
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
Your local 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
My 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