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Swifty scheming, fire breathing, nifty heathen\nGod sent, exorcising fifty demons\nCast 'em out, they get believing\nSimply genius, Nutso on the roof, asking if we even\nGive you something to believe in, all the love reciprocate\nWhile we eating, I'ma feed 'em, serve it on a nickel plate\nAs we proceed to give you what you need this evening center stage\nYes indeed, they weeded, homies leaning, 'bout to renovate\nKids running through the house screaming like it's winter break\nI'm still on you even after winter break\nHit 'em with the one-two and rent his jewels\nNigga, this is give and take\nI'm Jason if the room's adjacent, this is Camp Crystal Lake\nFeeling like a well-fed infant, I got shit to make\nI see that nigga yelling 'bout guns, I know his pistol fake\nPlus they sweet as crème brûlée, you ain't heavyweight\nYou cowards better pray that karma be gentle on you You let us stray\n\nBlast you while you meditate\n\nDon't give a damn, two Glocks, I'm Yosemite Sam\nGoing ham on any man at any time\nWhether you crippled or blind, you can even be nine or ninety-nine\nI'm enterprising while minimizing\nKilling guys with venomous rhymes, I sinister dimes\nStill in his prime, fucking with mine is iller than ferricine\nCooking the swine and sharing wine bottles with white blondes\nYou slingshotting while I'm tossing a pipe bomb\nAnd I'ma never let bygones be bygones\nI drive high, the Glock don't have a stash spot\nMurderous mascot, I root for the bad guys\nDetroit's flyest, I'm like Biggie to Bed-Stuy\nMac Dre to the Bay, 2Pac to everybody\nI got a shotty that'll lift your mama so high\nThat she'll be crashing into an astronaut\nI'm a problem, drama-cidal mobster\nI fly international for hours just to rob ya\nI hide you so deep in the ground that the cops and National Guards\n'Ll fly to China to try to find ya\nYou on the block with pom-poms and flowers\nAnd mine is popping like Vietnam and Concha\nSpeaking on mine, they faces look like they eating a lime\nThese player haters gonna die with they eyes wide\n\nDirty Dozen\n\nSigning out, until next time\nAnd wear your D12 shirts every Friday\nEvery Friday\nEvery Friday\nEvery Friday","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.21]God asked me to do something with Earth\n[00:05.44]So I came to kill the bling and the blunts and the verse\n[00:08.46]Say peace and unity but still punching you first\n[00:11.12]Didn't have to join a gang, I was jumped in at birth\n[00:14.12]Lay your pop dukes out in front of your turf\n[00:16.73]I am now the Shaq of rap that once was a Smurf\n[00:19.81]Hunter will murk, mic assassin, assassin\n[00:22.67]Look at it, I kick ass at the ass end\n[00:25.42]Come in clashing and mashing\n[00:27.43]My mind's vaster, so I'm harassing these bastards\n[00:31.23]And to them cats that got your back, I'm scoliosis\n[00:33.98]Hip-hop is in my soul, I flow holy ghostest\n[00:36.76]With the coldest flow spit, is he dope?\n[00:40.29]Take that to overdose with\n[00:42.04]So don't ask if I can rap, don't ask if I can scrap\n[00:45.19]Just lace up the gloves and pass me the plaque\n[00:47.87]I'm the actual gat for Pop, Big, and Kennedy\n[00:50.48]The illest memory as my Glock rid the enemies\n[00:53.48]When I stop the Hennessy\n[00:54.90]Record execs watch like they feeling me\n[00:56.63]Gangstas, I box with 'em willingly\n[00:59.07]Being better than proof is not your divinity\n[01:01.36]If I don't know your house, I'll blow your block whole vicinity\n[01:04.26]When you caught, you'll be shot for the penalties\n[01:09.91]Slugs'll throw your stomach like mixing vodka and Jimmy Beam\n[01:09.94]Go against the grain on my Willie Beamen\n[01:12.02]Is he dreaming? Swifty scheming, fire breathing, nifty heathen\n[01:14.77]God sent, exorcising fifty demons\n[01:16.91]Cast 'em out, they get believing\n[01:18.25]Simply genius, Nutso on the roof, asking if we even\n[01:21.08]Give you something to believe in, all the love reciprocate\n[01:23.83]While we eating, I'ma feed 'em, serve it on a nickel plate\n[01:26.59]As we proceed to give you what you need this evening center stage\n[01:29.45]Yes indeed, they weeded, homies leaning, 'bout to renovate\n[01:32.26]Kids running through the house screaming like it's winter break\n[01:34.91]I'm still on you even after winter break\n[01:37.18]Hit 'em with the one-two and rent his jewels\n[01:39.27]Nigga, this is give and take\n[01:40.59]I'm Jason if the room's adjacent, this is Camp Crystal Lake\n[01:43.41]Feeling like a well-fed infant, I got shit to make\n[01:46.00]I see that nigga yelling 'bout guns, I know his pistol fake\n[01:49.02]Plus they sweet as crème brûlée, you ain't heavyweight\n[01:51.39]You 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So don't ask if I can rap, don't ask if I can scrap\n  Just lace up the gloves and pass me the plaque\n  I'm the actual gat for Pop, Big, and Kennedy\n  The illest memory as my Glock rid the enemies\n  When I stop the Hennessy\n  Record execs watch like they feeling me\n  Gangstas, I box with 'em willingly\n  Being better than proof is not your divinity\n  If I don't know your house, I'll blow your block whole vicinity\n  When you caught, you'll be shot for the penalties\n  Slugs'll throw your stomach like mixing vodka and Jimmy Beam\n\n  Go against the grain on my Willie Beamen\n  Is he dreaming? 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You Don't Do Enough Cunnilingus\nShe Want A Anaconda So Tuck Your Thumbalina\nDisaster, When I Go Better Run Ta FEMA\nThis Master Alucard Is Teeth And Tongue Fa Mina\nGet After, Editors With The Scum Demeanor\nIs BAFTA, Be Active For The Trump Arena\nBig Laughter, You Trippin Get A Gun Between Ya\nShit Ass Fa Playin In My Face\nAnd Fumbling Ya Redactor\nTake Cover When It's Thundering From This Strap Cause\nIf You Don't You'll Be Under Green Bruh\nOk Ok I Get It! You Spit It\nRelax Ya Not Nigga But I Guess One Could\nDream Ta Get Blacker\nMaybe I Shoulda Sung Or Sing A Bit Cracker\nI Guess We Should'nt Shun The Dreamers\nKidnap Ya! You Thinkin Aw Man, Quit It\nSick Bastard On My Planet Y'all Can\nVisit Lit Crafters We Droppin All Jams Vivid\nThen Have Ta Do The B.Dawg Dance Wit It\nThey Think I'm Back Pill Takin, Deal Breakin\nI Remember My People Thought I Was The Real Satan\nIll Stake In Their Little Souls Kill They Friends\nCause On N9na And D12 They Still Hatin\n\nYall Been Waiting Now Let's Get It\nThey Was Hatin Now They Feel It\nYall Should Give It Up And Quit It\nThey Can Talk Slick But They Ain't Winning\n\nI'm An Atomic Bomb Detonating\nEther If We Beefin Im Turnin It To Hiroshima\nWhen I Cock The Heat I Got Impostors\nSeekin For Police To Greet Me But I Flew To Fiji\nWith My Middle Finger On The Plane Grinnin\nThey Hate & Pissed I Didn't Make It To Prison\nI'm Great & Feeling Like Andy Dufresne\nWhen That Nigga Escaped From Shawshank Redemption\nWhile Yall Wait For Me To Fall Straight\nInto The Gates Of Hell Right Next To Satan\nIt Ain't Hot As U Probably Thinking\nI'll Be In That Bitch Tryna Cave His Face In\nAwkward People Is A Lot Of The Reason\nWhy I'm Receiving This Constant Beefin\nYou Try To Get Even An You Doubt My People\nI'll Be Knockin The Teeth Out Of A Non Believer\nI Gets Deeper, I'm Leaving An Imposter Leaking\nI'm Ill Enough To Pop A Deacon\nThey Will Not Compete With The Reaper\nWhen Creepin The Streets I'm Hostile\nAnd I'm Reekin Evil\nWhile I'm Drinking Lava Right Out Of The Bottle\nMe An Kuniva Quick To Follow Yo Momma\nI'ma Grab Her Collar Make Her Swallow\nA Hollow Tip Until It's Lodged In The Back Of Her Tonsils\n\nLike Brian Burkheiser I'll Prevail Wherever\nAnd Willing To Scatter Brains With These Held Berettas\nLike (Blap!) 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You Weak, Frail And We Well Developed\nBut Keep Reachin' Like When Your Seatbelt Won't Let Up\nAnd I Guarantee This Heat'll Detail Your Jetta\nRappers We're Gunning For, For That Retail: Cabelas\nThe Proof Is In The Pudding Like Jerry Garcia\nAnd With That Said: Be Well, D12 Forever\n\nYall Been Waiting Now Let's Get It\nThey Was Hatin Now They Feel It\nYall Should Give It Up And Quit It\nThey Can Talk Slick But They Ain't Winning","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.45] Let's Get Into It We Some Monsters\n[00:03.70] We Cause Controversy All Of Yall Are Harmless\n[00:06.31] I Keep It Funky Like A Homeless Man's Armpits\n[00:08.24] Honestly Yall Don't Alarm Us\n[00:10.10] We Been Killin Em Softly Back The Hell Up\n[00:12.04] Off Me Yall Some True Softies\n[00:14.02] There's No Beefing And No Biggie\n[00:15.17] If It's Sunny Or Windy My Hearts Still Frosty\n[00:17.42] Cold As Ever Like Frozen Weather\n[00:18.83] I Hold And Sever The Head Of Who Don't Know No Better\n[00:20.72] There's No Let Up We So Fed Up\n[00:22.13] With Rappers And Their Weak Bar Schemes\n[00:23.51] Sleepy Ass Slow Set Ups\n[00:24.64] Let's Get It, That Bullshit Yo I'm Wit It\n[00:26.18] I'm Winning So Anyway You Wanna Spin It\n[00:27.60] I'll Finish It Quick\n[00:28.58] Chillin I'm Sick Bad For You\n[00:29.68] I Roll With A Sinister Click\n[00:30.65] Administer Shit To Have You Hearing A Minister Spit\n[00:32.74] Quick, Duck You Better Lay Low\n[00:34.49] Ya Girl Kneeling Down For The Payload\n[00:35.94] The Master Chief Give Em A Halo\n[00:37.31] Tap On The Shoulder Aye Bro\n[00:38.69] People Running Everywhere Like Queso\n[00:40.25] Yes, Your Boy Is Problem So Avoiding Me Is An Option\n[00:42.82] My Attitude Is Worse Than Them Boys From Compton\n[00:44.82] Or I Can Catch You While You Watching Cartoons\n[00:46.34] Creep Up On You Hit You Up In Your Noggin\n[00:47.98] Yall Been Waiting Now Let's Get It\n[00:54.84] \n[00:57.54] They Was Hatin Now They Feel It Yall Should Give It Up And Quit It\n[01:01.38] They Can Talk Slick But They Ain't Winning\n[01:03.34] Don't Nobody You Know Wanna Come For N9na\n[01:05.04] Beside A Baddie That Wanna Give Me Some Vagina\n[01:06.89] Challenge Me? 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fabric of trust\n[01:01.80] If I can go back and show you this madness\n[01:03.89] Better yet, what if you lived and none of this shit never happened?\n[01:07.37] If I could take it all back, I would, I would\n[01:12.96] If I could heal all your wounds, I would, I would\n[01:18.44] 'Cause life just don't feel the same without you\n[01:24.01] If I could, if I could, I would\n[01:29.57] What if your grandmother didn't live around the corner?\n[01:32.31] What if me and my other brothers didn't pull up on ya?\n[01:35.12] What if we didn't battle each other, creating a bond\n[01:37.94] And with strangers where I couldn't see you getting older?\n[01:40.74] What if we picked up Bugz and told him\n[01:42.91] \"Let's go to an open mic\" and he wouldn't have gotten his life stolen?\n[01:46.25] What if these cobras wasn't plotting with motors?\n[01:48.48] They don't want us to prosper, they wanna stop us from growing\n[01:51.13] Now what if Proof, I was with you that night and that morning\n[01:54.06] And right after performing, I would've stopped you from going\n[01:56.75] To that after hours 'cause normally cowards be tryna follow\n[01:59.69] What if I hollered and told you, \"Let's try to come back tomorrow\"\n[02:02.42] But God's holding a crystal ball and watching us drowning\n[02:05.16] Our teardrops full of sorrow with time that's really borrowed\n[02:08.07] I'm crying, my mind just won't allow me to stop wondering\n[02:11.35] What if I was standing right beside Deshaun?\n[02:14.36] If I could take it all back, I would, I would\n[02:19.91] If I could heal all your wounds, I would, I would\n[02:25.37] 'Cause life just don't feel the same without you\n[02:31.03] If I could, if I could, I would\n[02:36.90] I wish that I could hear your voice\n[02:42.57] I'd say, \"Go home, you have a choice\"\n[02:48.15] Your voice can never be replaced\n[02:53.72] I wish I could see your face, your face\n[02:59.30] I wish that I could hear your voice\n[03:04.85] I'd say, \"Go home, you have a choice\"\n[03:10.41] Your voice can never be replaced\n[03:16.07] I wish I could see your face\n[03:21.41] If I could take it all back, I would, I would\n[03:26.86] If I could heal all your wounds, I would, I would\n[03:32.38] 'Cause life just don't feel the same without you\n[03:38.09] If I could, if I could, I would\n[03:46.24] \n[03:49.57] What if?\n[03:50.90] Oh, oh\n[03:52.96] \n[03:55.13] What if?\n[03:56.51] Oh, oh\n[04:00.61] What if?\n[04:01.08] Oh, oh\n[04:04.50] What if?\n[04:04.85] (What if?)\n[04:04.91] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: What If (Feat. 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Xzibit & B-Real)","trackName":"Tear It Down (feat. Xzibit & B-Real)","artistName":"D12","albumName":"D12 Forever Volume 1","duration":275.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The names D-12, who the fuck are you?\nWe built this city from underground to mainstream too\nYou know your boy Kunives, I pull out knives\nIf the blade breaks, then I'm forced to pull out nines\nThey tell me to be safe\nI keep it dangerous and raw\nI'm breaking more than the law\nI keep the ladies in awe\nStill I'm Motown raised\nThe whole crowd is amazed\nEither way I decide to flow, they go with the wave\nHad a hell of a night, not only that, I can fight\nKicked a hole in the speaker\nPromoter's money was light\nMy daughter told me I rizz\nI don't know what that is\nStill, I gotta tell your girl to stay outta my biz\nYeah, ya homies a beast\nMost of these rappers are clowns\nSo the crew is always ready just in case it go down\nYou know it's lit anytime that we roll through your town\nHold the mic to the audience and yell out loud\n\nWe tell 'em\nTear it down, any stage we hit, you know we tear it down\nHeadline or opening, we gon' tear it down\nD12 is the clique and we tear it down\nWe make sure you won't forget how we tear it down\nWhat we do? Tear it down\nWhat we do? Tear it down\nWhat we do? Tear it down\nRock that! Whenever we in your town\nThey gone gather to get a front row seat\nTo see us tear it down\nD-12\nD-12\nD-12\nD-12\n\nYo, we thicker than thieves, it ain't hard to believe\nWe been rocking, but we still got tricks up our sleeves\nSwifty is the name, Dirty Dozen's the gang\nKnown for cuffin' my nuts but still letting them hang\nHabitual face slappers, so fuck if you like me\nShow my face when I grin, punch you outta your shiesty\nGot a license to ill, never fake, I'm too real\nEven my doctor know I'm sick, she tried to slide me a pill\nOn the road to success, ain't getting off, I'm too blessed\nThey say it's lonely at the top, I'm watching honey undress\nShe likes my taco meat, my chest hair, my physique\nMy Detroit state of mind and the way that I speak\nY'all sing the crowd lullabies, y'all just rock 'em to sleep\nPlus your stage show is wack, your performance is weak\nThat's why I signal to the audience, they nod and agree\nThen I stage dive on 'em, then right after I leap, I yell—\n\nTear it down, any stage we hit, you know we tear it down\nHeadline or opening, we gon' tear it down\nD12 is the clique and we tear it down\nWe make sure you won't forget how we tear it down\nWhat we do? Tear it down\nWhat we do? Tear it down\nWhat we do? Tear it down\nRock that! Whenever we in your town\nThey gone gather around to get a front row seat\nTo see us tear it down\nD-12\nD-12\nD-12\nD-12\n\nI skip bullets off of your face like rocks on water\nIt can happen automatically or semi-auto\nCrack the bottle and serve something you can't swallow\nIt's gone be hollow when I make my point; I smoke this joint\nWe came here to fuck shit up and tear shit down\nBut look at you now, under the ground, not to be found\nYou found out fucking around 'cause you a idiot\nSlumped over the wheel, crashing into the median\nYeah, that karma hit yo ass immediately, guerilla warfare\nFighting like the Vietnamese\nIt's nothing but trees, guns, and Humvees\nClosed mouths, disease, and chains with big swings\nSee, I don't have no dreams, I just do shit\nI move shit like cartel mass producing\nSo all my niggas, where the fuck you at?\nIf it's fuck me, then fuck you back—let's tear this muthafucka down\n\nTear it down, any stage we hit, you know we tear it down\nHeadline or opening, we gon' tear it down\nD12 is the clique and we tear it down\nWe make sure you won't forget how we tear it down\nWhat we do? Tear it down\nWhat we do? Tear it down\nWhat we do? Tear it down\nRock that! Whenever we in your town\nThey gone run around to get a front row seat\nTo see us tear it down\nD-12\nD-12\nD-12\nD-12\n\nYou never done one relevant thing\n\nBenolvant King, the sentiment stings\nSuing, and for what? A settlement brings\nDon't meddle with kings\nDon't peddle with things you know nothing about\nSwing for the fences, herrera revine\nWe turn it up to tear it down\nNever compare the sound when the pounds gather around\n'Cause what you found is like lightning in a bottle\nWith full throttle, toppling a model\nOf hollow-hearted bitches; we going semi auto\nRat-a-tat-tat, you know they never coming back\nFatal attacks from tracks coming off of the racks, in fact\nYou wet this on him like a cheap suit, we see through\nBuying your shitty rhymes from Temu—he's through\nPull him out, it's a deep root reboot\nRocking a sweet line; muthafuckas got sweet tooth\nThey call me 13, the worst thing\nI'm thirsting, ready to pop like I'm bursting and cursing\n\nTear it down, any stage we hit, you know we tear it down\nHeadline or opening, we gon' tear it down\nD12 is the clique and we tear it down\nWe make sure you won't forget how we tear it down\nWhat we do? Tear it down\nWhat we do? Tear it down\nWhat we do? Tear it down\nRock that! Whenever we in your town\nThey gather around to get a front row\nSeat to see us tear it down\nD-12\nD-12\nD-12\nD-12","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.16] The names D-12, who the fuck are you?\n[00:04.67] We built this city from underground to mainstream too\n[00:07.25] You know your boy Kunives, I pull out knives\n[00:09.87] If the blade breaks, then I'm forced to pull out nines\n[00:12.10] They tell me to be safe\n[00:13.47] I keep it dangerous and raw\n[00:14.73] I'm breaking more than the law\n[00:16.00] I keep the ladies in awe\n[00:17.38] Still I'm Motown raised\n[00:18.55] The whole crowd is amazed\n[00:19.92] Either way I decide to flow, they go with the wave\n[00:22.40] Had a hell of a night, not only that, I can fight\n[00:24.95] Kicked a hole in the speaker\n[00:26.01] Promoter's money was light\n[00:27.37] My daughter told me I rizz\n[00:28.81] I don't know what that is\n[00:30.06] Still, I gotta tell your girl to stay outta my biz\n[00:32.59] Yeah, ya homies a beast\n[00:33.69] Most of these rappers are clowns\n[00:35.07] So the crew is always ready just in case it go down\n[00:37.50] You know it's lit anytime that we roll through your town\n[00:40.13] Hold the mic to the audience and yell out loud\n[00:42.41] We tell 'em\n[00:42.91] Tear it down, any stage we hit, you know we tear it down\n[00:46.28] Headline or opening, we gon' tear it down\n[00:49.00] D12 is the clique and we tear it down\n[00:51.35] We make sure you won't forget how we tear it down\n[00:53.65] What we do? Tear it down\n[00:54.95] What we do? Tear it down\n[00:56.25] What we do? Tear it down\n[00:57.48] Rock that! 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Tear it down\n[02:00.61] What we do? Tear it down\n[02:01.87] What we do? Tear it down\n[02:03.19] Rock that! Whenever we in your town\n[02:05.39] They gone gather around to get a front row seat\n[02:07.79] To see us tear it down\n[02:08.42] D-12\n[02:08.63] D-12\n[02:08.69] D-12\n[02:08.75] D-12\n[02:08.84] I skip bullets off of your face like rocks on water\n[02:11.10] It can happen automatically or semi-auto\n[02:13.59] Crack the bottle and serve something you can't swallow\n[02:15.92] It's gone be hollow when I make my point; I smoke this joint\n[02:18.88] We came here to fuck shit up and tear shit down\n[02:21.35] But look at you now, under the ground, not to be found\n[02:23.92] You found out fucking around 'cause you a idiot\n[02:26.41] Slumped over the wheel, crashing into the median\n[02:29.22] Yeah, that karma hit yo ass immediately, guerilla warfare\n[02:32.79] Fighting like the Vietnamese\n[02:34.37] It's nothing but trees, guns, and Humvees\n[02:36.65] Closed mouths, disease, and chains with big swings\n[02:39.34] See, I don't have no dreams, I just do shit\n[02:41.62] I move shit like cartel mass producing\n[02:44.35] So all my niggas, where the fuck you at?\n[02:46.40] If it's fuck me, then fuck you back—let's tear this muthafucka down\n[02:49.38] Tear it down, any stage we hit, you know we tear it down\n[02:52.76] Headline or opening, we gon' tear it down\n[02:55.38] D12 is the clique and we tear it down\n[02:57.64] We make sure you won't forget how we tear it down\n[02:59.98] What we do? Tear it down\n[03:01.22] What we do? Tear it down\n[03:02.55] What we do? Tear it down\n[03:03.96] Rock that! Whenever we in your town\n[03:06.01] They gone run around to get a front row seat\n[03:08.35] To see us tear it down\n[03:09.35] D-12\n[03:09.35] D-12\n[03:09.48] D-12\n[03:09.64] D-12\n[03:09.69] You never done one relevant thing\n[03:11.42] Benolvant King, the sentiment stings\n[03:12.84] Suing, and for what? A settlement brings\n[03:14.68] Don't meddle with kings\n[03:15.65] Don't peddle with things you know nothing about\n[03:17.53] Swing for the fences, herrera revine\n[03:19.73] We turn it up to tear it down\n[03:21.38] Never compare the sound when the pounds gather around\n[03:23.85] 'Cause what you found is like lightning in a bottle\n[03:25.55] With full throttle, toppling a model\n[03:27.57] Of hollow-hearted bitches; we going semi auto\n[03:29.62] Rat-a-tat-tat, you know they never coming back\n[03:31.81] Fatal attacks from tracks coming off of the racks, in fact\n[03:34.81] You wet this on him like a cheap suit, we see through\n[03:37.24] Buying your shitty rhymes from Temu—he's through\n[03:40.16] Pull him out, it's a deep root reboot\n[03:42.32] Rocking a sweet line; muthafuckas got sweet tooth\n[03:44.92] They call me 13, the worst thing\n[03:46.63] I'm thirsting, ready to pop like I'm bursting and cursing\n[03:49.81] Tear it down, any stage we hit, you know we tear it down\n[03:53.37] Headline or opening, we gon' tear it down\n[03:56.02] D12 is the clique and we tear it down\n[03:58.23] We make sure you won't forget how we tear it down\n[04:00.63] What we do? Tear it down\n[04:01.88] What we do? Tear it down\n[04:03.15] What we do? Tear it down\n[04:04.49] Rock that! Whenever we in your town\n[04:06.64] They gather around to get a front row\n[04:08.69] Seat to see us tear it down\n[04:12.57] D-12\n[04:13.88] D-12\n[04:18.38] D-12\n[04:18.81] D-12\n[04:28.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tear It Down (feat. 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Whenever we in your town\n  They gone gather to get a front row seat\n  To see us tear it down\n  D-12\n  D-12\n  D-12\n  D-12\n\n  Yo, we thicker than thieves, it ain't hard to believe\n  We been rocking, but we still got tricks up our sleeves\n  Swifty is the name, Dirty Dozen's the gang\n  Known for cuffin' my nuts but still letting them hang\n  Habitual face slappers, so fuck if you like me\n  Show my face when I grin, punch you outta your shiesty\n  Got a license to ill, never fake, I'm too real\n  Even my doctor know I'm sick, she tried to slide me a pill\n  On the road to success, ain't getting off, I'm too blessed\n  They say it's lonely at the top, I'm watching honey undress\n  She likes my taco meat, my chest hair, my physique\n  My Detroit state of mind and the way that I speak\n  Y'all sing the crowd lullabies, y'all just rock 'em to sleep\n  Plus your stage show is wack, your performance is weak\n  That's why I signal to the audience, they nod and agree\n  Then I stage dive on 'em, then right after I leap, I yell—\n\n  Tear it down, any stage we hit, you know we tear it down\n  Headline or opening, we gon' tear it down\n  D12 is the clique and we tear it down\n  We make sure you won't forget how we tear it down\n  What we do? Tear it down\n  What we do? Tear it down\n  What we do? Tear it down\n  Rock that! Whenever we in your town\n  They gone gather around to get a front row seat\n  To see us tear it down\n  D-12\n  D-12\n  D-12\n  D-12\n\n  I skip bullets off of your face like rocks on water\n  It can happen automatically or semi-auto\n  Crack the bottle and serve something you can't swallow\n  It's gone be hollow when I make my point; I smoke this joint\n  We came here to fuck shit up and tear shit down\n  But look at you now, under the ground, not to be found\n  You found out fucking around 'cause you a idiot\n  Slumped over the wheel, crashing into the median\n  Yeah, that karma hit yo ass immediately, guerilla warfare\n  Fighting like the Vietnamese\n  It's nothing but trees, guns, and Humvees\n  Closed mouths, disease, and chains with big swings\n  See, I don't have no dreams, I just do shit\n  I move shit like cartel mass producing\n  So all my niggas, where the fuck you at?\n  If it's fuck me, then fuck you back—let's tear this muthafucka down\n\n  Tear it down, any stage we hit, you know we tear it down\n  Headline or opening, we gon' tear it down\n  D12 is the clique and we tear it down\n  We make sure you won't forget how we tear it down\n  What we do? Tear it down\n  What we do? Tear it down\n  What we do? Tear it down\n  Rock that! Whenever we in your town\n  They gone run around to get a front row seat\n  To see us tear it down\n  D-12\n  D-12\n  D-12\n  D-12\n\n  You never done one relevant thing\n\n  Benolvant King, the sentiment stings\n  Suing, and for what? 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