• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Art Of War - Tony Yayo
• Art Of War - D12
• Art Of War - Buddha Monk
• Art Of War - Foxy Brown
• Art Of War - Anberlin
• Art Of War - Qwel
• Art Of War - Dj Desue

[Verse 1:]
My enemies meet the hand of the lord g's
My skin tougher than that african from warri
Hating ass niggaz I ain't sweating these fools
Coastal air let the jet refuel
You love my stunts, proceed the blunts
Put the brick on the balance make a movie
I know about swag new balance suu louie
I got love for them streets but there's too many losses
Plus all these rats I'l have feds in my fortress
I'm cautious, kush got me naucious
G550 fly past the lords kids
Pour out a lil liquor for those who died hoodrich
Pour out a lil beer for those who died pennyless
Watch how the semi kick, will smiths son
Karate kid 2 you get flipped by my gun
Huh, I'm in the house staring at these plaques
They can't see in the aston casue the tints is black
They can't see me with a ski mask and mack
[Verse 2:]
Niggaz from the hood tried to piece me
Some lil dusty niggaz from the projects smokin leaky
The mazi go beep beep your baby moms peep me
She like what you doin in the hood you belong on tv
Fuck the judge, the jury and the prosecuter
I shoot the courtroom up like the vegas shooter
Blue gator on, see my hermeez suiter
I drop a scrooge mcduck bag on your medula
My wrist colder than alaskan troopers
I do it myself I don't ask for shooters
Black diamonds lookin like an oil spill
Mo money, influence the will to kill
Po niggaz know the deal 4-10 blue steel
Revolver in my hand hold shotgun shells
Semi in my hand hold ak shells

[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*

[Intro: Buddha Monk]
I want the whole entire Clan
I want that shit to sound like it was stompin, for real
At ease, 10-4
There's only one that will ? to have the powers of truth
I want my soldiers to be dignified soldiers (Sir, yes, sir!)
I want you to march forward and bring forth the truth
*chanting of "Zu" begins*
I want you to go forth at 1,200 feet per a second
My troops are you ready? (Sir, yes, sir!)
Buddha Monk? (Yes, sir)
I want you to show and prove the powers that the ???
Are you ready ??? (Yes, sir)
*army soldier marching chant begins*
Pick up the pace!
*army chanting speeds up*
Take your left foot up!
*chanting stops*
[Buddha Monk]
You must be crazy to sacrifice your life against this Manchu'
I bomb you with the tactics, and I don't warn bastards
So think fast, watch this God cut like glass
Bring your frame fast and make you do the thirty yard dash
That's yo' ass, my kills make me the last man that stands
It's that Brooklyn Zu, damn, they want you to raise your fuckin hands
I'm equipped with some shit that's dark, kill light like an eclipse
Now bow down to this God, and all wish you will give to I
Then infiltrate, I make moves like an earthquake
Make them bitches get down and pass it to you on a slate
Then my oddessey sees many Gods, I thought I see you flinch
Don't mind him, yo, drag him, punch him in his shit!
Assassin with quick slashin, verbal smashin
There's no need to be askin, who be burnin you fuckin bastards
I'm mastered, and I'll attack like a praying mantis
So visualize these words, over across seas enhance it
You're banished, the retro-scale shows a hundred percent damage
Most niggaz parish from fuckin with the Brooklyn Zu elements!
[Interlude: Buddha Monk]
*chanting starts up again*
Don't never fuck with the Brooklyn Zu elements!
All my soldiers, stand forth!
Show no fear!
Pick up your feet!
Now there needs to be some teachin goin on!
Are you ready ???
*chanting stops*
[Buddha Monk]
Alright, enough of nice, this next recite
Take life niggaz, and burn slowly down your windpipe
Sharp as ever, hellbound Brooklyn Zu predator
Whatever, we can get down in any weather
I'm a marksman, fat, round, royal blood kin
Dirty psycho trend, (SUUUUUU!) here come the Brooklyn Zu men
There's a thousand men rushin in on one way, how can you win?
Monk accompanied by X-Men and 4 psychos who'll babble off your shin
I'm tired of y'all heathin, schemin to make me start leakin
The first nigga open his mouth is the first nigga to start bleedin
Yo, I mean this, I'm like a Q-Tip cleanin out yo' penis
And most of you niggaz will rotate around me like you're fuckin Venus
At ease, here's a tissue for your nose bleed
Watch this Zu God seize, like seeds, that of Johnny Appleseed
You wanna battle? First power, I see, hears you
Defy the laws of gravity, then my brain injects in you!
Now!
*chanting starts again and continues to fade*

(feat. Jimmy Hendri[Chorus: Jimmy Hendrix]
Foxy Lady!
Here I come Baby
Coming to Getcha!
Foxy
Foxy
Foxy Lady!
Foxy
[Verse 1: Foxy Brown]
Allow me to reintroduce myself
My name is F O X to the X Y
Luela Barton through the stuy in the X5
Lets begin y'all rest again
Fox set the trend y'all, hoes just begin
I'm from BK
W h o?
The Bk
W h a t?
Each day strolled Wit the eve same day
Strut I charters'm all It's the Art of War
What you think I fucks wit S dot Carter for
WOW!
Word to BIG I've been on the coast of France
In Flip-flops doing Egyptian dance
DOUTY!
Its like I'm ROXANNE reenacted
I'm back on my deem, the game is remastered!
Babebro I'm a NINE year veteran, y'all got a
Problem I'm picking up the pen again, bredrin
Till the casket drops, I'm in Flatbush LOW
In a glass top! YEH!
[Chorus: Foxy Brown &J; immy Hendrix]
It's the Art of War
What you think I fucks wit S dot Carter for
Foxy!
I'm a NINE year veteran, y'all got a
Problem I'm picking up the pen again
Foxy!
It's the Art of War
What you think I fucks wit S dot Carter for
Foxy!
I'm a NINE year veteran, y'all got a
Problem I'm picking up the pen again
[Verse 2: Foxy Brown]
I got BedStuy wit me Aaliyah, Left-Eye wit me
PAC and BIG what's Fuckin Wit the Kid?
Told y'all motherfuckers I be back and I did
With the nina pon cocked!
Murdering them blood clot!
Yeah I'm fronting but y'all motherfuckers love it though
Bredring let me work it to you slow
Throwbacks to throw back I'm mean niggaz really though
Get you a Ryan King button up bucket low
Jay got y'all niggaz dressing up for real, got every young
Hood nigga looking like for real
Ain't no telling what the Fox will do?
I'm in the Phantom stunting something like a Rasta do
FUCK Gulliani! I'm right here in Chiprianni
With the shottyboy aiming at y'all battyboys
Mommy's home and I got the FOURTY AUTOMATIC CHROME
For all the chatty chatty y'all been doing!
[Chorus x2: Foxy Brown & Jimmy Hendrix]
[Verse 3: Foxy Brown]
Aiyyo! NINE straight years critics might not
Admit it but no bitch in rap did it quite like FOX
Did it, and it's before I wore it, I did it so Lovely
I got tiered of it I don't ware it no more
And that goes from everything from the
Christian Dior to Christon Luibiton
They got a problem Shawn
Fours years gone I'm stil holding the belt
Ain't got to tell you I'm the best
Homie ain't nothing else
Holla!
[Chorus x4: Foxy Brown & Jimmy Hendrix]
Foxy
Foxy
Foxy Lady!
Foxy
Foxy Lady!
Here I come Baby!

Am I the latest
In your art of war?
Thought your hands could heal
But they left me sore
You're so good
At what you think you do to me
You're so good
At what you think you do to me
There are songs
I'll never write
Because of you
Walking out of my life
There are words
That don't belong
Because of you
I'll never write another love song
Was I the greatest
In your arsenal
Or just the latest
In your art of war, your art of war
You're no good at what you said you do to me
You're no good at what you said you do to me
There are songs (there are songs)
I'll never write
Because of you
Walking out of my life
There are words (there are words)
That don't belong
Because of you
I'll never write another love song (never write another
love song)
There are songs (there are songs)
I'll never write
Because of you
Walking out of my life
There are words (there are words)
That don't belong
Because of you
I'll never write another love song (never write another
love song)
There are songs
I'll never write
Because of you
Walking out of my life
There are words
That don't belong
Because of you
I'll never write another love song (never write another

[verse 1: Robust]
Let's count the Christians and cry
It's past mathematical how religions divide
Now lets act practical
Please use fractions in rational means
And use your heart
Instead of dwelling on the felon you knew who threw the darts
Because you miss drew a part
Through the tower of gravel
Tryin' to reach the gates
Preaching' hate on the tower of Babylon
So babble on but yo nobody listening
And the well that you're wishing in is the one the hellons are pissing in
Position to let the snakes set the bait at heaven's gates
Mastered by pastors snatching collection plates from section eight
The apples from Adam, but you had 'em stuck in your throat
Facts and wisdom killed the catacism entrusting' the pope
So once we stop the rock throwing
We'll stop growing apart
Not knowing the art, and stop throwing the darts
But it seems like there's a target market for the art of war
Started for the so-called martyrs to barter more
For starters honestly ask yourself, "Is god a reverend?"
Probably not, but you thought so when you bought your spot in heaven
God's a 7 - 8 - 9 take time and find the devil's a priest
Lower the levels and feast on fire hire the rebels to preach
And teach the masses reaching' breach the classes
So dodge your ?? before they drop the bombs and release the gases
[Verse 2: QWEL]
I can't drag you to the virus, but I can die trying
Calling the truth science born with two eyes on mount Zion
Outside the chimes of thunder claps, glass and bomb sirens
To unite us under government lies, class and cop tyrants
Find time for god, the odds if I'm a die rhyming
Demolishing islands of thoughts
Fought for Salomon's diamonds
Sought god for guidance
Osiris out the catacombs
Lost in a violent mindstate
Snakes hide the path home
Shatter bones behold nuclear winter
Blankets of ash, thank the cash in the bank
Mow the snakes in the grass
I see a glass plate powder
Cowards bleeding for life
Dust in one hour relieving the power of zebra stripes
Thief in the night creeping to defeat the beast lose the fire
Crucified who? The truth is it's time to choose a side
See I'd rather die then loss my soul to foolish pride
Mornings of armegeddons settling arguments but who am I?
You decide to use the bi, directed by
You divide the crucifix school supplies amongst the deaf and blind
I don't worship them serpents surfacing with perfect weaponry
Certain the recipes start with the breath
The word is destiny
Let it be known, from hear on you stand warned

[talking: Nature (Afrob)]
Queens (aiyo) with the thug shit right here
All around the world
Ya heard
Wild Gremlinz
Nature (world wide)
Get it right
My nigga Afrob
(Nigga Desue) my nigga Desue...
(Yo, aiight
Get 'em up)
[Verse 1: Afrob]
The Art Of War, wähle alle deine Waffen
Fäuste, Psychodruck, Sex oder Knarren
Kreuze, Übermut, Schecks oder Narren
Heute lach' ich über Tracks die sie machen
Ich hatte mal ein Konto, ohne Gut ohne haben
Lernte zu verzichten, denn ich wollt' nie danach fragen
Was macht 'nen Junge ohne Kohle in der Tasche
Er macht so seine Dinge, er dreht "hole" für die Asche
Sprech es aus in einem Satz, wofür die ander'n Bücher brauchen
Der Zug ist abgefahr'n, ich würd' euch weisse Tücher kaufen
Als wir noch am Anfang standen gab es viele Diletanten
Das hat nichts zu tun mit Banden, Militanten, Demonstranten, Alter
Das geht tiefer und noch viel weiter
Das ist produktiv, ich kenn' nur Hasser keine Neider
Das bin ich schon gewohnt, siehst du Rap ist wie das Leben
Das hab' ich früh gemerkt, es muss doch Parallelen geben
Das sind meine Erfahrungen, die kann mir keiner nehmen
Auch wenn du schreibst oder rappst stehst du nur daneben
Bin zu jeder Zeit bereit für Dialoge oder Streit
Was uns zusammen bringt, 'ne Basis die auch länger bleibt
[Chorus x2: Afrob]
Es gibt Mittel und Methoden
Art Of War
Keine Menschen müssen sterben
Art Of War
Desue und Nature, bereit dich vor
Q.B., B.C., Stuggi ist der Faktor
[Verse 2: Nature]
The Art Of War, life based on Timmy McVeigh
If my views coincide and my enemies train
Now take it one step further like a green beret
And why throw rocks when you can sling grenades
You know the type that you don't hold without no pen in it
The one that's still alive is who the winner is
And I don't give a fuck who the nigga is
I bring killaz from Berlin to visit the bridge
My nigga Desue catch a flight always try to jet through
With a AK-50 and police vest too
Head shots tryin' to stretch you
Permanently, he graduated with a murder degree
And anything less is uncivilized illadvised
Niggaz try to walk in my steps chill, give them time dun
Can't run before you start to crawl
Now fall, not studying the art of war
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Afrob]
Einsam, frustriert gehst du dein' Weg
Ein Mann mutiert und das tut weh
Ich kenn' den Schmerz und will ihn mit kei'm teil'n
Schreib' 'nen paar Zeilen auf Desue's Track zum heil'n
Überleg' dir was du sagst, wenn du auch so einen triffst
Der längst verloren hat und du weisst nicht mal was das ist
Du weisst nicht mal was das heisst, woher sollst du es auch wissen
Ich mach' dir keinen Vorwurf, denn du solltest es nicht müssen
Häng' mit den Jungs, Nike suite und den Sneakers
Dir liegt das, dieser Scheiß aus den Speakers
Das ist Afrob mit über 28 Features
Ich und Desue für Adriano, Brothers Keepers