Derelict Theme
D12 Lyrics


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[Kon Artis]
I damage your neck
With the butt of the tech
Vandalous sex
Cuttin' you ear to ear
With the razor of my Gillette
You couldn't get respect
If you was a captain or a cadet
Granddaddy, daddy, or uncle who's a Vietnam vet
I'll battle you 50 deep
Solo artist shocker dead beat
Derelicts on the loose
Wylin' like thugs outta prison with slugs
While y'all start screaming
Like grasses in a submission
(Lay down your pot to piss in)
Blow up the house you live in
Believe me, we greedy
And often you is easy
Your whole album cheesy
Because you got platinum artists on it
Don't make it hot
We steamroll with real niggas
And that's something that you not
I'm vampin what you got
Then setting up camp at your spot
Foiling your plot
Every rhyme that you jot
I rock to the six like musty twat
A dead corpses that been cut up
And left in abandoned lots
Ya, derelicts theme
Comparing your team
To ours is a fucked up dream
The shit I done seen
Has turned me to a scandalous fiend
Sticking your peeps for cream
Gators or boots, nigga, I'm crushing your dreams
As foul as it seems
Dismantling spleens til your whole clique's
Walking funny like handicapped juggling teams
I rumble with kings
More humble with seen
Until it's time for me to kill again
Sincerely yours, the Kon Artis
[Chorus]
Ay yo
Competition of none's such
Derelicts the one must
Let the guns bust
Brigade one trust
Untouched
Martyr a mic
Slaughter your life
Runnin avenue soldiers bitch
It's water and trife
Competition ain't none such
Derelicts the one must
Let the guns bust
It's Brigade one trust
Untouched
Martyr a mic
Slaughter your life
Runnin' avenue soldiers bitch
Smarter and trife
[Bizarre]
Who's the fat bastard
Rapping that mo' master
Snorting coke that's whiter than Casper
Better run faster
I can out-smoke all of you motherfuckers
And bitch I was born with asthma
Fuck life, I'd rather track Jack Daniels
Smoke weed and rape Cockerspaniels
A peeping Tom, nigga I need Ridalin
Fuck girls
Bitch I only date senior citizens
Your grandma, nigga I'm the one that vic'd her
Next time you rush me
You better be a little bit quicker
Run your streets in the house
And make full of malt liquor
I'm lettin' you throw the first blow
And bring ten of your toughest niggas
End ya year
Like the last day of December
(But did you rape that bitch?)
I was so drunk I can't remember
I used to be in a group
We had an argument who was the hottest
Now both them niggas is dead
And I roll as a solo artist
Chorus
[Kuniva]
Look bitch you stressed out
I divide these bullets equally among your crew
And give you five so you don't feel left out
Like red the hammer
I'm nailing niggas in they spleens
Just to make walking again a sympathetic dream
Energetic schemes
Rap vandal and dismantle
Tackle MC's and wax you
Like your rap name was Candle
Grabbing a mic with no handles
Leaving you dusty
Like walking the desert in old sandals
If you weeded or drunk
Keep your heat in your trunk
We beat you to lumps
Swell you up with permanent mumps
We dangerous playa
Cuffin' my chews
Spittin the phlegm out
Getting at you whether you coming out
Or you been out
You never exempt
From this murderous attempt
I'm telling you pimp
Undeniably you are a loss
Invincible, why you trying to be a mind boss
If the Kon Artis say it then it's done
With or without a gun
Eat a track and spit out a drum
Bust one
Trust none
Playing the game of death
Take your last breath




'Til your last name is left
Chorus

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to D12's song Derelict Theme are filled with violent and aggressive language that paints a picture of the group as derelicts who are willing to do anything to come out on top. The first verse, rapped by Kon Artis, talks about how he is willing to damage someone's neck with the butt of his tech and cut their ear to ear with the razor of his Gillette. He is not seeking respect, as he knows that no matter who you are or what your background is, he will battle you with his 50 deep crew. The overall message of the song is that they are unstoppable and will do whatever it takes to be on top.


The chorus repeats the phrase "competition of none's such, derelicts the one must, let the guns bust, Brigade one trust, untouched," which emphasizes their dominance and the fact that they are willing to use violence to maintain their power. Bizarre's verse adds to the overall violence of the song, talking about how he can out smoke everyone and that he would rather drink Jack Daniels, smoke weed, and rape cocker spaniels than have a traditional life. He also makes a reference to a possible rape, saying he can't remember due to being drunk.


Kuniva's verse continues the aggressive theme, talking about dividing bullets equally among a crew and giving someone five so they don't feel left out. He is energetic and dangerous, willing to tackle MCs and wax them like a candle. The overall effect of the lyrics is to make the listener feel intimidated by the group's power and willingness to do anything to maintain their position.


Line by Line Meaning

I damage your neck
I will harm you physically


With the butt of the tech
I will use the butt of my gun to inflict injury on you


Vandalous sex
I engage in rough and violent sexual activities


Cuttin’ you ear to ear
I will slit your throat from one ear to the other


With the razor of my Gillette
I will use a Gillette razor to harm you


You couldn’t get respect
You will not be able to earn my respect


If you was a captain or a cadet
Even if you were a military officer


Granddaddy, daddy, or uncle who’s a Vietnam vet
Or if you were a grandfather, father or uncle who served in Vietnam


I’ll battle you 50 deep
I will fight you with a group of 50 people on my side


Solo artist shocker dead beat
If you’re a solo artist and not a team player, you’re bad and will fail


Derelicts on the loose
We are a group of outcasts causing chaos and destruction


Wylin’ like thugs outta prison with slugs
We are acting like dangerous criminals who just got released from prison, armed with guns (slugs)


While y’all start screaming
As you begin to panic


Like grasses in a submission
You are all easily overpowered and defeated


(Lay down your pot to piss in)
Even the small things you do with ease will become difficult for you


Blow up the house you live in
We will destroy your entire life


Believe me, we greedy
We are selfish and want everything for ourselves


And often you is easy
And you are easy to manipulate and take advantage of


Your whole album cheesy
Your entire music collection is corny and unoriginal


Because you got platinum artists on it
Even if you have famous artists featured on your album


Don’t make it hot
It does not make your album successful or 'hot'


We steamroll with real niggas
We dominate with genuine and formidable people


And that’s something that you not
Something you are not a part of


I’m vampin’ what you got
I’m stealing everything you have


Then setting up camp at your spot
And making myself at home in your place


Foiling your plot
I’m ruining any plans you have


Every rhyme that you jot
Your every attempt at creating music


I rock to the six like musty twat
I make rhythmical beats like a dirty vagina


A dead corpses that been cut up
A corpse that has been mutilated


And left in abandoned lots
And left to rot in abandoned areas


Ya, derelicts theme
Yes, we are the theme of misfits and outcasts


Comparing your team
Comparing your group


To ours is a fucked up dream
To our group is a terrible idea


The shit I done seen
The things I have witnessed


Has turned me to a scandalous fiend
Have turned me into a wickedly immoral person


Sticking your peeps for cream
Robbing your associates for money


Gators or boots, nigga, I’m crushing your dreams
Whether you aspire to own alligator-skin shoes or boots, I'm destroying your goals


As foul as it seems
As offensive as it may appear


Dismantling spleens til your whole clique’s
Destroying everyone in your group


Walking funny like handicapped juggling teams
Making them walk with a limp like a challenged circus performance


I rumble with kings
I fight with the most powerful people


More humble with seen
More respectful while in the presence of authority


Until it’s time for me to kill again
Until the next time I need to harm someone


Sincerely yours, the Kon Artis
Yours truly, Kon Artis


Ay yo
Hey


Competition of none’s such
No one can compete with us


Let the guns bust
Let's use our guns to settle the score


Brigade one trust
Our team is united and trustworthy


Untouched
Unbeatable


Martyr a mic
Winning a rap battle so thoroughly that your opponent is humiliated


Slaughter your life
End your career


Runnin avenue soldiers bitch
We are experienced street fighters


It’s water and trife
It's all meaningless and petty


Smarter and trife
More intelligent but still low-life


Who’s the fat bastard
Who is this obese guy?


Rapping that mo’ master
Who is performing rap music


Snorting coke that’s whiter than Casper
Abusing a lot of cocaine


Better run faster
You better hurry and run


I can out-smoke all of you motherfuckers
I can consume more tobacco or marijuana than anyone


And bitch I was born with asthma
And ironically, I was born with a respiratory condition


Fuck life, I’d rather track Jack Daniels
I don't value my life and would rather consume whiskey


Smoke weed and rape Cockerspaniels
I smoke marijuana and engage in grotesque sexual activities with Cocker Spaniels


A peeping Tom, nigga I need Ridalin
I'm a voyeur and have ADHD, so I require medication to control my impulses


Fuck girls
I don't respect women


Bitch I only date senior citizens
I only pursue sexual encounters with elderly people


Your grandma, nigga I’m the one that vic’d her
I had sex with your grandmother


Next time you rush me
Next time you approach me aggressively


You better be a little bit quicker
You better be prepared to move faster


Run your streets in the house
I'm taking over your territory both outside and inside your home


And make full of malt liquor
And drink all your malt liquor


I’m lettin’ you throw the first blow
I'm giving you the first opportunity to attack me


And bring ten of your toughest niggas
And bring your hardest and most capable associates with you


End ya year
Kill you


Like the last day of December
Like New Year's Eve


(But did you rape that bitch?)
Did you sexually assault that woman?


I was so drunk I can’t remember
I was so intoxicated that I cannot recall


I used to be in a group
I used to be in a musical collective


We had an argument who was the hottest
We had a debate about who was the best rapper in the group


Now both them niggas is dead
Now both of those people are deceased


And I roll as a solo artist
So now I perform as an individual


Look bitch you stressed out
Hey you, female dog, you're feeling stressed


I divide these bullets equally among your crew
I will distribute bullets to your associates


And give you five so you don’t feel left out
And I'll give you five bullets so you won't feel excluded


Like red the hammer
Like the striking end of a hammer


I’m nailing niggas in they spleens
I'm targeting people's spleens with the bullets


Just to make walking again a sympathetic dream
So that walking (after being shot) will be a painful struggle


Energetic schemes
Aggressive and cunning activities


Rap vandal and dismantle
I destroy other rappers with my rhymes


Tackle MC’s and wax you
I defeat other rappers with ease


Like your rap name was Candle
As easily as someone could blow out a candle


Grabbing a mic with no handles
Using a microphone without any grips or handles


Leaving you dusty
Leaving you defeated and humiliated


Like walking the desert in old sandals
Like your feet are getting covered in dust while walking through the desert with old and worn-out sandals


If you weeded or drunk
If you smoke marijuana or are drunk


Keep your heat in your trunk
Keep your gun locked in your car trunk


We beat you to lumps
We will harm you severely


Swell you up with permanent mumps
Leave you with permanent swelling of your face


We dangerous playa
We are dangerous, dude


Cuffin’ my chews
Holding onto my food


Spittin’ the phlegm out
Spitting out my phlegm


Getting at you whether you coming out
I'm attacking you whether you're prepared or not


Or you been out
Or if you're already out and about


You never exempt
You are never excused from these attacks


From this murderous attempt
From this violent attack


I’m telling you pimp
I'm warning you, friend


Undeniably you are a loss
You are an undeniable failure


Invincible, why you trying to be a mind boss
You're trying to control everything when you're not even invincible


If the Kon Artis say it then it’s done
If Kon Artis says something, it's final


With or without a gun
Regardless of whether or not weapons are involved


Eat a track and spit out a drum
I effortlessly produce music that is both captivating and aggressive


Bust one
Fire one round of ammunition


Trust none
Don't trust anyone


Playing the game of death
Engaging in dangerous behavior


Take your last breath
Die


‘Til your last name is left
Until your legacy or name is all that's left of you




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Pippa and violets fun town

Best track

Curtis Lavallee

D12 FOR LYFE...........................

J. Benjamin

Goats, it's a shame they were so underrated as a rap group

Mikaila Perl

Glad to come back to this an see there are others out there still knockin this shit son, shit is cold as fuck🤘

Bilal Diaf

I love d 12

Charles Betts

Ohhhh shit what did I just find right here. I rocked d12 back like 18 years ago,when did they rap this?

Damien Dangerous

@Hayden G3 yeah was actually a Eminem diss

Hayden G3

This is from an ep from 1997 I believe. Never officially released, but it was leaked

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