Proof, Journalist 103, Mu - Broken lyrics

We're gonna do a practice round real quick
(Heart being broken) yo (Broken)
One of the realest niggas in your life
(Broken, Heart being broken)
IronFist motherfucker (Broken) yo (Broken)

I’ve been summoned to give
You a hurting truth
So you're bound to get addicted the
Second I’m in the booth
I think it's 'bout time I get loose
So you can get a realisation in your
Mind of what a soldier can do
A trained professional
I studied the art of verbs
With the of a predicate
Makes my actions superb
Take a breather I’m sprinting on jogging men
I’ve flown seventy miles and they ain’t
Close to my second wind
Journalist ya' hear it that’s one
Hell of a title
103’s the reason you join your choir recitals
Life signs get vital and violations
I’ve made to attack
Stews which pays when charging it to the game
In rap now-a days
Getting fucked is a common practice
If you know what I know
Best pack you a prophylactic
Revolve your six shots I
Choose to be automatic
And lick a hot sixteen bars
Something to rap with

(You're getting broke up)
For fucking with killers out of your league
(Don't choke up)
For saying some shit that you didn't mean
(Glad you woke up)
'Cause there's no way you could ever see a
Man living reality while you living the dream
(You're getting broke up)
For fucking with killers out of your league
(Don't choke up)
For saying some shit that you didn't mean
(Glad you woke up)

I’m just an average cat
Born in the back of a black hatchback with
A and noting some wack rap acts
And if you the type of
Person that can’t appreciate that
Then you can just scrap it
Out with this Mac 10
I talk shit 'cause, I can
Pretty smart guy with ignorant friends that's
Awfully quick with his hands man
In other words what I’m sayin'
Don’t ever fuck with a man with a match
And aerosol cans stuck in his pants
Get a life, get a hustle, get a job, get
A meal, get away from me, quit chasin' me
Get a deal
Girls tell me that I seem conceded
So here’s your confidence back
Along with some game you seem to need it
I had a fag slapped, 'cause he came
Up to me with his backpack
Saying my album was wack
'Cause it wasn’t abstract
That’s that cat from befo'
He got mad 'cause he couldn’t take a
Picture with me after the show
I suggest you put your ego in check
We don’t make threats and hide
Behind a email address
Ask Hex we’ll find you
Show up to your office
Out in Pineview and put a hole in ya
Big enough to throw a swine through
I’m a first round draft pick
Spittin' fire at you half wit's
Melting plastic glasses to ashes
I can master any craft crafted
Hotter than acid
Give me a beat and I’ll give you a classic

(You're getting broke up)
For fucking with killers out of your league
(Don't choke up)
For saying some shit that you didn't mean
(Glad you woke up)
'Cause there's no way you could ever see a
Man living reality while you living the dream
(You're getting broke up)
For fucking with killers out of your league
(Don't choke up)
For saying some shit that you didn't mean
(Glad you woke up)

Everybody light your lighters (WOOF)
Big Proof I right the writers
Snipe the biters
Blow your chest to bit's to get rid
Of you like PE did Professor Griff
Ain’t no fresh gift
Than the immortal warlord who
Gon' knock me down
Bitch I’ll make your punk ass
Fall off like Foxy Brown
Who gon' stop me now
I’m doper than the veins on Bobby Brown
Twist a niggas neck round and round
Pound for pound
No equivalent illegitimate mic stalkers make
Them shit a brick
Illiterate counterfeit style soakers
Please them with their mouths open
Flash! Now they mouth’s broken
The flame is hot the names is got to stop
The fame is not to sustain the spot to plot
In the battle Proof not name to drop
I’m iller than the trigger finger
That was aimed at 'Pac

Heart being broken broken
Broken