Over Lyrics - Singles - 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)