Luyện nghe bài hát Over

It's over your just lost the game to the underdog
running off the chain
It's you got no back up to match us
This rap attack just surpassed masters
It's over suckers are not to start letting
The newest of prodigies prove that we're hitting
So which one of pitching?
I'm calling my shots and knocking out the stitching
it

Only the smoke clears it hits ya
The battle's been fought and finished but we're the
Here to the stigma with a spear that's big enough to kill
And instill fear than Hitler
But my word's tighter than laws of the Reich were
I burst fire so hot it burns icebergs
The mic murderers inserting the
Further inside then turning your
To burgers and
And how I'm serving ya medium rare
Spitting for kids who are reading impaired
No one even I'm leaving 'em bare and naked
While they stare with hatred Sit there and it
Huh, like a crack in through the back door
Shaq attack force RAP shatter the
Scattering glass shards across the court
If you a friendly game
Then we playing the same sport
You remain on top we'd have to change score first
But we can't so face it the game's

It's over your just lost the game to the underdog
running off the chain
It's over you got no back up to us
rap attack just surpassed it's masters
It's over niggas are not ready to start letting
The newest of
Prove that hard hitting
Your style is dog shit quit trying to it
You might as well (while proceeding out the door) cause you lost it

Skills the thrills up until the hype is real
Find a reveal got me blasting I'm the opposite cast
And tearing the scene up
They scheme and strut when when struck
The scene is
But then it all back now but since it's over
Faded a sober no faded a rhyme passed out
A vacuum of cosmic proportions any weakness
the over distortion you're forced in
You couldn't the fashion of force I have
an alien form of pathogen breaking forth from your abdomen
That infected at your larger intestine
Till it caused an infection apart your midsection
Ripping your up stomach acid burning ya
Splitting your gut worse than a permanent
Where everything falls through turning balls blue
Now this is the where all you turn up the volume...

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

It's over team just lost the game to the underdog
Loose off the chain
It's over you got no up to match us
This rap attack just surpassed masters
It's over suckers are not ready to start
The newest of prodigies that we're hard hitting
So which one of y'all's
I'm calling my shots and knocking out the stitching

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

~Lyrics sorted out by G. (ZeroAccend)