Phonosapiens - Over lyrics

It's over your team just lost the game to the underdog Loose running off the chain It's over you got no back up to match us This rap attack just surpa**ed it's masters It's over s**ers are not ready to start letting The newest of prodigies prove that we're hard hitting So which one of y'all's pitching? I'm calling my shots and knocking out the ball's stitching Check it Only after the smoke clears it hits ya The battle's been fought and finished but we're the victor Here to pierce the stigma with a spear that's big enough to k** And instill more fear than Hitler But my word's tighter than laws of the Third Reich were I burst fire so hot that it burns icebergs The mic murderers inserting the knife Further inside then turning your hide To burgers and fries And that's how I'm serving ya medium rare Spitting scriptures for kids who are reading impaired No one even compares I'm leaving 'em bare and naked While they stare with hatred Sit there and take it Huh, like a crack who*e in through the back door Shaq attack force RAP shatter the backboard Scattering gla** shards across the playing court If you want a friendly game Then we ain't playing the same sport You can't remain on top we'd have to change score first But we can't so face it the game's over It's over your team just lost the game to the underdog Loose running off the chain It's over you got no back up to match us This rap attack just surpa**ed it's masters It's over these n***as are not ready to start letting The newest of prodigies Prove that we're hard hitting Your style is dog sh** quit trying to force it You might as well forfeit (while proceeding out the door) cause you lost it Sk**s determine the thrills up until the hype is real Find a reveal got me blasting I'm asking the opposite cast And tearing the whole scene up They scheme and strut when scream when struck The scene is stuck But then it all comes back now but since it's over Faded a sober no more faded a rhyme pa**ed out A vacuum of cosmic proportions s**ing any weakness Plus the over distortion you're forced in You couldn't fathom the fashion of force I have Like an alien form of pathogen breaking forth from your abdomen That started infected at your larger intestine Till it caused an infection tearing apart your midsection Ripping your sternum up stomach acid burning ya Splitting your gut worse than a permanent hernia Where everything falls through turning your balls blue Now this is the part where all you turn up the volume... One (One) Two (Two) ain't no f**ing with our crew Three (Three) Four (Four) you win the battles win the war Five (Five) Six (Six) DJ Defect and DJ Quix are in the mix Flipping tricks ripping sh** ridiculous Consider this kinda like a physicist Splitting up your chemical image like cytokinesis When each cell diminishes that is when it finishes Sacrifice your innocence like it's Abel in Genesis Dissonance is imminent when I enter the premises I guess I'm just a menace like Dennis is to his nemesis If I'm not an MC I'm an instrumentalist Never will there ever be a mother f**ing end to this It's meant to get your head to shift and bend at the appendages Incredible tremendous hits forever send the messages intended So never threaten the best unless you're ready to test The sk** setting the precedence representing the West Coast Sound so underground clown's don't f** around Now no wonder old crowns goin' crumble down Cuz what goes up you know what so act like you know who told ya And make way for the new soldiers of Hip Hop move Over! It's over your team just lost the game to the underdog Loose running off the chain It's over you got no back up to match us This rap attack just surpa**ed it's masters It's over s**ers are not ready to start letting The newest of prodigies prove that we're hard hitting So which one of y'all's pitching? I'm calling my shots and knocking out the ball's stitching It's over your team just lost the game to the underdog Loose running off the chain It's over you got no back up to match us This rap attack just surpa**ed it's masters It's over s**ers are not ready to start letting The newest of prodigies prove that we're hard hitting Your style is dog sh** quit trying to force it You might as well forfeit cause you lost it!! ~Lyrics sorted out by Greg G. (ZeroAccend)