[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 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 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 Artis]
  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 'til fade