Luyện nghe bài hát Over

It's your team just lost the game to the underdog
Loose running off the
It's you got no back up to match us
This rap attack just surpassed it's
over suckers are not ready to start letting
The newest of prodigies prove that hard hitting
So one of y'all's pitching?
I'm calling my shots and knocking out the ball's
it

Only after the smoke clears it ya
The been fought and finished but we're the victor
Here to pierce the stigma with a spear that's big to kill
And instill fear than Hitler
But my tighter than laws of the Third Reich were
I burst fire so hot that it burns
The mic murderers inserting the
Further inside then your hide
To and fries
And that's how I'm serving ya medium
Spitting scriptures for kids who are impaired
No one even compares I'm leaving 'em bare and
While stare with hatred Sit there and take it
Huh, like a crack whore in through the back
Shaq attack force RAP the backboard
Scattering shards across the playing court
If you want a friendly
Then we ain't playing the same
You can't remain on top we'd have to change first
But we can't so it the game's over

over your team just lost the game to the underdog
Loose off the chain
It's over you got no back up to us
This rap just surpassed it's masters
It's over these niggas are not ready to letting
The of prodigies
Prove that we're hard
Your style is dog shit quit to force it
You might as well forfeit (while proceeding out the door) cause you it

determine the thrills up until the hype is real
Find a reveal got me blasting I'm the opposite cast
And the whole scene up
They scheme and strut scream when struck
The scene is
But it all comes back now but since it's over
Faded a sober no more a rhyme passed out
A vacuum of proportions sucking any weakness
Plus the over distortion forced in
You fathom the fashion of force I have
Like an alien form of pathogen breaking forth from abdomen
That started at your larger intestine
Till it caused an infection tearing apart midsection
Ripping your sternum up stomach acid ya
Splitting your gut worse than a permanent
Where everything falls through turning balls blue
Now is the part where all you turn up the volume...

One (One) Two (Two) ain't no fucking our crew
Three (Three) (Four) you win the battles win the war
Five (Five) Six (Six) DJ and DJ Quix are in the mix
tricks ripping shit ridiculous
Consider kinda like a physicist
Splitting up your chemical image like
When each diminishes that is when it finishes
Sacrifice your innocence like Abel in Genesis
Dissonance is when I enter the premises
I guess I'm a menace like Dennis is to his nemesis
If I'm not an MC I'm an
Never there ever be a mother fucking end to this
meant to get your head to shift and bend at the appendages
Incredible tremendous hits forever send the intended
So threaten the best unless you're ready to test
The skill setting the precedence the West Coast
Sound so clown's don't fuck around
Now no wonder old crowns goin' down
Cuz goes up you know what so act like you know who told ya
And make way for the new of Hip Hop move Over!

It's over your team just lost the game to the
running off the chain
It's over you got no up to match us
rap attack just surpassed it's masters
It's over are not ready to start letting
The newest of prodigies that we're hard hitting
So one of y'all's pitching?
I'm my shots and knocking out the ball's stitching

over your team just lost the game to the underdog
Loose running off the
It's over you got no up to match us
This rap attack surpassed it's masters
It's suckers are not ready to start letting
The newest of prove that we're hard hitting
Your style is dog shit trying to force it
You might as forfeit cause you lost it!!

~Lyrics out by Greg G. (ZeroAccend)