Phonosapiens Over lyrics

Over by Phonosapiens

Over lyrics

Over by Phonosapiens

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 surpassed it's masters
It's over suckers 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 kill
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 whore in through the back door
Shaq attack force RAP shatter the backboard
Scattering glass 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 surpassed it's masters
It's over these niggas are not ready to start letting
The newest of prodigies
Prove that we're hard hitting
Your style is dog shit quit trying to force it
You might as well forfeit (while proceeding out the door) cause you lost it

Skills 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 passed out
A vacuum of cosmic proportions sucking 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 fucking 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 shit 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 fucking 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 skill setting the precedence representing the West Coast
Sound so underground clown's don't fuck 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 surpassed it's masters
It's over suckers 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 surpassed it's masters
It's over suckers are not ready to start letting
The newest of prodigies prove that we're hard hitting
Your style is dog shit quit trying to force it
You might as well forfeit cause you lost it!!

~Lyrics sorted out by Greg G. (ZeroAccend)