Tenderism Lyrics – D12

Read the full Tenderism lyrics by D12 from the album D12 Forever (Vol. 1) along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy D12’s music, you can also explore Dirty Nation and Nick’s Coffee House, two other songs by D12.

[Intro: Kuniva & Method Man]
D-D-D-12
Method Man
Tenderism

[Verse 1: Kuniva]
I’m the magnificent, penmanship is on another level, let’s get into it
Flow expensive like a diamond bezel, not a gentleman
Move with caution if they hear my name when they mention it
All we got is us, we moving militant
Cream of the crop, got a sweeper that’ll clean off your top
And you can check that little beam on the Glock
Ain’t no telling, but when he’s on the block
N!ggas drop, b!tches grin, we celebrate with Henny on the rocks (Let’s go)
Grimy cats that pull up in stolen Pontiacs
Blast where your m*mmy at, shoot up the whole damn laundromat
Everyone inside is ducking low
They be yelling out “K-U-N-I-V-A, no!”

[Verse 2: Method Man]
I’m deadly venom and I love women with feminism
And she sucked the meat of the bone, give you that tenderism
But ain’t no tender in ’em, my bars is as hard as an artist
Carrying scars of a cause regardless of criticism
I blame the cynicism, no longer pretending
Like my pen is Ryan Coogler’s because my story got sinners in ’em
The goal is winning, red eye in the friendly skies
On any flight I’m attending, I’m plotting spite your opinion in ’em
Your daddy’s LeBron, tell your baddie be warned
Body tea when she find her a sugar daddy, she gone
My word like Barry is bond, she been a baddie too long
Now the parents will disappear and who’s apparently wrong? (Y’all)
The family dynamics takes a family to manage
But the seeds you plan to bury don’t need a family to plant it (Nah)
A man in the manic, schizophrenic with standards
Who will damage anybody slash auto body mechanic (Oh)

[Verse 3: Swifty McVay]
We bust lead just to dead your roster
You fu*king with a four-headed monster
You carry slingshots when hostile
I keep a rocket launcher in my Tahoe
I be beating my rivals with a rifle
While you reading the Bible for survival
I got the eye of the tiger
And you got the eyes of a n!gga dying in the mouth of a lion
I’m a lyrical hybrid, it’s obvious
That you be wearing a wire tryna spy on us (What?)
An anonymous Glock popper, prominent mobster
Have your body at the bottom of that water
Leaning into a lobster with an awkward posture
And they gon’ lock me up for manslaughter
Woman slaughter, I teach you not to fu*k with Dahmer
I beat your wife up out of her Prada

[Outro: Method Man, Kuniva & Swifty McVay]
Tenderism
Grimy cats
Monster
Family to plant it (Nah)
Glock popper
Sinners in ’em
Grimy, grimy cats
Tender, tender, tenderism