[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