Fight Music
D12 Lyrics


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This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
It's just some shit, for these kids to trash they rooms with
Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit
The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know, that's the new shit
The type of shit that causes mass confusion
And drastic movement of people actin' stupid

I come to every club with intention to do harm
With a prosthetic arm and smellin like Boone's Farm
Hidin' under tables as soon as I hear alarms
Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms
Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb
Strapped to my stomach screamin, "Let's get it on"
A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank
Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint
It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke
I think I'll up my high by slittin' your throat
Push your baby carriage into the street, 'til it's mince meat
Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street
This is fight music

You know why my hands are so numb? (No)
'Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't come (oh)
Smacked this whore for talkin' crap (bitch)
So what if she's handicapped? The bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap
I fuckin' hate you, I'll take your drawers down and rape you
While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah)
Satan done got me on this song
Eatin' a hot dog readin' the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john
Tired of wearin' this yellow thong
Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs
Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm
Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms
Fuck your love songs

This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
It's just some shit, for these kids to trash they rooms with
Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit
The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know, that's the new shit
The type of shit that causes mass confusion
And drastic movement of people actin' stupid

Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on?
I'm King Kong, guns blow you to king-dom come
Show you machine gun funk
Sixteen M-16's and one pump
The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw
Have you runnin' out this fuckin' club in your drawers
We lovin' the broads, there's nothin' to applaud
But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source
It's fight music

I'm a nigga that loves scuffles
And won't hesitate to sock you again with swollen knuckles
I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps
Blow his head back right in front of the priest sayin, "You hear that?"
I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak
If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink
I suffocated my shrink just for talkin'
Came back and fucked up his pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin
It's fight music

These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em
See all these niggas? When I step in the club, I'm bringin 'em
And any nigga lookin' too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em
Malice Green'n 'em and gasolinin 'em with premium
Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em
Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him
Blast while you right hookin, right when your wife's lookin'
Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin your life music

If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it
Crush the glass with my bare hands and swallow it
Then spit it back in the faces of you racists
And hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit
You Liberace's, Versace's, and you Nazis
Watch me, 'cause you thinkin' you got me in this hot seat
You motherfuckers want to judge me 'cause you're not me
You'll never stop me, I'm top speed as you pop me
I came to save these new generations of babies
From parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy
To grow to praise me, I'm makin 'em go crazy
That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me
And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong
I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on
And this song is for any kid who gets picked on
A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called

This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
It's just some shit, for these kids to trash they rooms with
Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit
The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know, that's the new shit
The type of shit that causes mass confusion
And drastic movement of people actin stupid





It's fight music

Overall Meaning

D12's song "Fight Music" is a high-energy rap song that is filled with aggressive lyrics and a strong beat that is designed to motivate listeners to become more active and confrontational. The opening lyrics explain that this type of music is designed to amplify individuals' emotions and encourage them to do things that they may not normally consider doing. The lyrics go on to describe violent acts and extreme behavior such as causing mass confusion and acting stupid. The song also expresses a strong disdain for authority and societal norms.


As the song progresses, the lyrics become even more violent and aggressive. The authors describe themselves as armed and dangerous, with both physical weapons and words. They proclaim their love for fighting and their willingness to engage in physical altercations. They also express their contempt for individuals who refuse to fight and stand up for themselves or who promote love songs and peaceful behavior.


Line by Line Meaning

This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit
This genre of music is so energizing that it pushes you to take action and get things done.


Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
Whenever you come across some amazing music that you can't resist.


It's just some shit, for these kids to trash they rooms with
It's just some music that is perfect for young people to go wild and have fun with in their rooms.


Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit
However, it's crucial to resist the urge to conform and do things just because someone tells you to.


The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
The type of music that you instantly recognize as being the latest and greatest without even needing to know who created it.


You just know, that's the new shit
You just inherently know that it's the newest, cutting-edge music.


The type of shit that causes mass confusion
The type of music that creates chaos and confusion among people.


And drastic movement of people actin' stupid
And causes people to engage in reckless and foolish behavior.


I come to every club with intention to do harm
I enter every club with the explicit purpose of causing trouble.


With a prosthetic arm and smellin like Boone's Farm
I have a fake arm and reek of cheap alcohol.


Hidin' under tables as soon as I hear alarms
I immediately hide under tables when I hear alarms, fearing the worst.


Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms
I am an overly suspicious thief who wouldn't hesitate to steal from my own mother.


Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb
I'm a manipulative person named Kon with an explosive device.


Strapped to my stomach screamin, 'Let's get it on'
I have a bomb attached to my stomach and I'm eagerly shouting to initiate chaos.


A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank
I am a heavy drinker who enjoys driving a tank while intoxicated.


Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint
I recklessly drive the tank over a bank, causing police officers to be so shocked that they faint.


It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke
My cocaine consumption has reached dangerous levels, and it's causing me to lose control.


I think I'll up my high by slittin' your throat
To intensify my high, I contemplate slashing someone's throat.


Push your baby carriage into the street, 'til it's mince meat
I would heartlessly shove your baby stroller into the street until it's completely destroyed.


Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street
As soon as I set foot on your street, your friends are already defeated.


This is fight music
This song is meant to accompany and provoke fights.


You know why my hands are so numb? (No)
Do you want to know why my hands are numb?


'Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't come (oh)
Because my grandmother performed oral sex on me, but I didn't reach orgasm.


Smacked this whore for talkin' crap (bitch)
I struck this derogatory person for spewing nonsense.


So what if she's handicapped? The bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap
What does it matter if she has a disability? This woman claimed that Bizarre was incapable of rapping.


I fuckin' hate you, I'll take your drawers down and rape you
I despise you so much that I will forcefully remove your underwear and sexually assault you.


While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah)
And to further humiliate you, Dr. Dre will document the assault on video.


Satan done got me on this song
I am influenced by Satan in creating this song.


Eatin' a hot dog readin' the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john
I am casually eating a hot dog and reading the Holy Qur'an while using the bathroom.


Tired of wearin' this yellow thong
I am exhausted from constantly wearing a yellow thong.


Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs
Return the thong to Sisqo, as he is the rightful owner.


Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm
Now I will give you a gun and place it directly in your hand.


Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms
Proceed to detonate explosives near Dru Hill's arms, causing harm.


Fuck your love songs
I have no respect for your romantic ballads.


Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on?
Bring all the individuals you want to confront, who are you planning to physically attack?


I'm King Kong, guns blow you to kingdom come
I am a dominant force like King Kong, and my guns will obliterate you completely.


Show you machine gun funk
I will demonstrate the intense and rapid gunfire.


Sixteen M-16's and one pump
I possess sixteen M-16 rifles and one shotgun.


The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw
I have a small pistol in my hand, and I will forcefully place it against your jaw.


Have you runnin' out this fuckin' club in your drawers
You will be fleeing from this club, completely terrified and only wearing your underwear.


We lovin' the broads, there's nothin' to applaud
We enjoy the company of women, but there is nothing exceptional to applaud about.


But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source
But it doesn't matter because everything is fine, as people from the urban neighborhoods are present in The Source magazine.


It's fight music
This song is intended to instigate fights.


I'm a nigga that loves scuffles
I am an individual who enjoys engaging in fights.


And won't hesitate to sock you again with swollen knuckles
And I will not hesitate to punch you again, causing your knuckles to swell.


I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps
I am cunning and can capture someone just like a bear trap.


Blow his head back right in front of the priest sayin, 'You hear that?'
I will forcefully shoot someone in the head, making sure it happens right in front of a priest, saying, 'Did you hear that?'


I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak
I will slap your significant other and bump into you without uttering a word.


If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink
If you accidentally step on my feet, I will retaliate by causing you to choke on your own drink.


I suffocated my shrink just for talkin'
I killed my therapist by suffocating them simply because they were speaking.


Came back and fucked up his pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin
I returned to disrupt the individuals who were carrying his casket, causing them to accidentally drop it.


It's fight music
This song is meant to provoke fighting.


These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em
The punches I'm throwing are hurting and affecting them.


See all these niggas? When I step in the club, I'm bringin 'em
Notice all these individuals? When I enter the club, I am accompanied by them.


And any nigga lookin' too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em
And if any person stares at us aggressively, we will violently assault them like the Rodney King incident.


Malice Green'n 'em and gasolinin 'em with premium
We will beat and burn individuals like what happened to Malice Green, using high-quality gasoline.


Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em
We casually light a cigarette and either flick it towards them or spit it on them.


Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him
We will taunt him by holding up a picture of his family and then kick it right at him.


Blast while you right hookin, right when your wife's lookin'
We will shoot at you while you are throwing right hooks, especially when your wife is watching.


Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin your life music
Forget about fight music, this song is about causing individuals to lose their lives.


If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it
If I could harness and contain the anger and frustration of today's young generation.


Crush the glass with my bare hands and swallow it
I would crush the glass bottle with my bare hands and consume its contents.


Then spit it back in the faces of you racists
I would then forcefully expel that anger towards racist individuals.


And hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit
And towards hypocritical individuals who hold the same beliefs but are afraid to express them.


You Liberace's, Versace's, and you Nazis
I am referring to pretentious individuals such as Liberace and Versace, as well as Nazis.


Watch me, 'cause you thinkin' you got me in this hot seat
Keep an eye on me, as you believe that you have me in a difficult situation.


You motherfuckers want to judge me 'cause you're not me
You damn people want to criticize and pass judgment on me because you are not in my position.


You'll never stop me, I'm top speed as you pop me
You will never be able to hinder my progress, as I continue to move at an unstoppable pace, even if you kill me.


I came to save these new generations of babies
I arrived to rescue and guide the younger generation.


From parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy
From parents who neglected to properly raise their children due to their laziness.


To grow to praise me, I'm makin 'em go crazy
To make them grow up admiring and idolizing me, which will drive them to madness.


That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me
That's how I managed to gain the support and acceptance of the entire nation.


And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong
And you're mistaken if you believe I will ever confess to being wrong.


I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on
I disable any hypocritical critic that I am unleashed upon.


And this song is for any kid who gets picked on
And this song is dedicated to any child who is bullied.


A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called
A powerful song to serve as a retaliation, and it is titled Fight Music.


You know why my hands are so numb? (No)
Do you want to know why my hands are numb?


'Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't come (oh)
Because my grandmother performed oral sex on me, but I didn't reach orgasm.


Smacked this whore for talkin' crap (bitch)
I slapped this promiscuous person for speaking nonsense.


So what if she's handicapped? The bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap
What does it matter if she has a disability? This woman claimed that Bizarre was incapable of rapping.


I fuckin' hate you, I'll take your drawers down and rape you
I intensely despise you, and I am willing to forcibly remove your undergarments and sexually assault you.


While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah)
And to humiliate you even more, Dr. Dre will record the act on video.


Satan done got me on this song
I am under the influence of Satan while creating this song.


Eatin' a hot dog readin' the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john
I am casually eating a hot dog and reading the Holy Qur'an while using the restroom.


Tired of wearin' this yellow thong
I am exhausted from wearing a yellow thong constantly.


Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs
Return the thong to Sisqo, as he is the rightful owner.


Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm
Now I am handing you a gun and placing it directly into your hand.


Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms
Now proceed to detonate explosives near Dru Hill's arms, causing harm.


Fuck your love songs
I have no respect for your romantic ballads.


This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit
This genre of music is so energizing that it pushes you to take action and get things done.


Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
Whenever you come across some amazing music that you can't resist.


It's just some shit, for these kids to trash they rooms with
It's just some music that is perfect for young people to go wild and have fun with in their rooms.


Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit
However, it's crucial to resist the urge to conform and do things just because someone tells you to.


The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
The type of music that you instantly recognize as being the latest and greatest without even needing to know who created it.


You just know, that's the new shit
You just inherently know that it's the newest, cutting-edge music.


The type of shit that causes mass confusion
The type of music that creates chaos and confusion among people.


And drastic movement of people actin' stupid
And causes people to engage in reckless and foolish behavior.


Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on?
Bring all the individuals you want to confront, who are you planning to physically attack?


I'm King Kong, guns blow you to kingdom come
I am a dominant force like King Kong, and my guns will obliterate you completely.


Show you machine gun funk
I will demonstrate the intense and rapid gunfire.


Sixteen M-16's and one pump
I possess sixteen M-16 rifles and one shotgun.


The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw
I have a small pistol in my hand, and I will forcefully place it against your jaw.


Have you runnin' out this fuckin' club in your drawers
You will be fleeing from this club, completely terrified and only wearing your underwear.


We lovin' the broads, there's nothin' to applaud
We enjoy the company of women, but there is nothing exceptional to applaud about.


But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source
But it doesn't matter because everything is fine, as people from the urban neighborhoods are present in The Source magazine.


It's fight music
This song is meant to instigate fights.


I'm a nigga that loves scuffles
I am an individual who enjoys engaging in fights.


And won't hesitate to sock you again with swollen knuckles
And I will not hesitate to punch you again, causing your knuckles to swell.


I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps
I am cunning and can capture someone just like a bear trap.


Blow his head back right in front of the priest sayin, 'You hear that?'
I will forcefully shoot someone in the head, making sure it happens right in front of a priest, saying, 'Did you hear that?'


I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak
I will slap your significant other and bump into you without uttering a word.


If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink
If you accidentally step on my feet, I will retaliate by causing you to choke on your own drink.


I suffocated my shrink just for talkin'
I killed my therapist by suffocating them simply because they were speaking.


Came back and fucked up his pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin
I returned to disrupt the individuals who were carrying his casket, causing them to accidentally drop it.


It's fight music
This song is meant to provoke fighting.


These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em
The punches I'm throwing are hurting and affecting them.


See all these niggas? When I step in the club, I'm bringin 'em
Notice all these individuals? When I enter the club, I am accompanied by them.


And any nigga lookin' too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em
And if any person stares at us aggressively, we will violently assault them like the Rodney King incident.


Malice Green'n 'em and gasolinin 'em with premium
We will beat and burn individuals like what happened to Malice Green, using high-quality gasoline.


Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em
We casually light a cigarette and either flick it towards them or spit it on them.


Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him
We will taunt him by holding up a picture of his family and then kick it right at him.


Blast while you right hookin, right when your wife's lookin'
We will shoot at you while you are throwing right hooks, especially when your wife is watching.


Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin your life music
Forget about fight music, this song is about causing individuals to lose their lives.


If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it
If I could harness and contain the anger and frustration of today's young generation.


Crush the glass with my bare hands and swallow it
I would crush the glass bottle with my bare hands and consume its contents.


Then spit it back in the faces of you racists
I would then forcefully expel that anger towards racist individuals.


And hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit
And towards hypocritical individuals who hold the same beliefs but are afraid to express them.


You Liberace's, Versace's, and you Nazis
I am referring to pretentious individuals such as Liberace and Versace, as well as Nazis.


Watch me, 'cause you thinkin' you got me in this hot seat
Keep an eye on me, as you believe that you have me in a difficult situation.


You motherfuckers want to judge me 'cause you're not me
You damn people want to criticize and pass judgment on me because you are not in my position.


You'll never stop me, I'm top speed as you pop me
You will never be able to hinder my progress, as I continue to move at an unstoppable pace, even if you kill me.


I came to save these new generations of babies
I arrived to rescue and guide the younger generation.


From parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy
From parents who neglected to properly raise their children due to their laziness.


To grow to praise me, I'm makin 'em go crazy
To make them grow up admiring and idolizing me, which will drive them to madness.


That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me
That's how I managed to gain the support and acceptance of the entire nation.


And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong
And you're mistaken if you believe I will ever confess to being wrong.


I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on
I disable any hypocritical critic that I am unleashed upon.


And this song is for any kid who gets picked on
And this song is dedicated to any child who is bullied.


A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called
A powerful song to serve as a retaliation, and it is titled Fight Music.


This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit
This genre of music is so energizing that it pushes you to take action and get things done.


Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
Whenever you come across some amazing music that you can't resist.


It's just some shit, for these kids to trash they rooms with
It's just some music that is perfect for young people to go wild and have fun with in their rooms.


Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit
However, it's crucial to resist the urge to conform and do things just because someone tells you to.


The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
The type of music that you instantly recognize as being the latest and greatest without even needing to know who created it.


You just know, that's the new shit
You just inherently know that it's the newest, cutting-edge music.


The type of shit that causes mass confusion
The type of music that creates chaos and confusion among people.


And drastic movement of people actin' stupid
And causes people to engage in reckless and foolish behavior.


Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on?
Bring all the individuals you want to confront, who are you planning to physically attack?


I'm King Kong, guns blow you to kingdom come
I am a dominant force like King Kong, and my guns will obliterate you completely.


Show you machine gun funk
I will demonstrate the intense and rapid gunfire.


Sixteen M-16's and one pump
I possess sixteen M-16 rifles and one shotgun.


The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw
I have a small pistol in my hand, and I will forcefully place it against your jaw.


Have you runnin' out this fuckin' club in your drawers
You will be fleeing from this club, completely terrified and only wearing your underwear.


We lovin' the broads, there's nothin' to applaud
We enjoy the company of women, but there is nothing exceptional to applaud about.


But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source
But it doesn't matter because everything is fine, as people from the urban neighborhoods are present in The Source magazine.


It's fight music
This song is meant to instigate fights.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Andre Young, Denaun Porter, Deshawn Holton, Marshall Mathers, Michael Elizondo, Ondre Moore, Rufus Johnson, Von Carlisle

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Comments from YouTube:

@hoodeddreamer9908

The censorship in this video should be criminal

@thelonewanderer4084

Hooded Dreamer yes! Like wtf it’s ridiculous. They can’t stop hate speech or Russian hackers but they decide to up their ducking skills when censoring some foul language?

@MadMaxJuggernaut

​@The Lone WandererI posted a video on another channel of an ice cream truck that was riding in a neighborhood and someone put hitler speech in the video and shit got shut down. So idk what you're talking about they can't stop hate speech, and no you can't stop hackers.

@ililililliil

'cause im a criminal!

@rambo6166

mtv/bet back in the day were being hit hard by angry moms/parents this wasnt the only song to get butchered. you would get legit ID'ed to buy a CD with the parental advisory label on it.

@goyonman9655

honestly

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@DinFL

One of my favorite D12 songs.
Miss you D12.
RIP Proof.

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Nah word

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