Proof - Neil Armstrong lyrics
[Proof - Neil Armstrong lyrics]
Ayo, this motherfucker's taking the
Fun out of rap
Imma do what I wanna do, fuck it
That don't even count no more, commercialism
To do yourself no more
But fuck it, know what I'm sayin'
Imma do me, ya know I'm sayin'
I don't need the billboards nah, not at all
Better watch for me
People gon' find me where I be at
The other one (Derty Harry, Big Proof)
Spit flames, nicknames, Derty Harry
Big fame, twists brains, very scary
Hood nigga, hit's better, better than y'all
Run up
Get gunned up for your cheddar and all
Rob dealaz, pop kilos, coco flo-ur
No broth, throw a ripe hook like Biboa
Butt me, touch me die on the mac
Turn your mike upply, lying on your back
Black jews, tattoos, that attack you
Stand raw rob your Grandma at a raffle
She'a lie like hindsight, I want more
Crime write when I rhyme right, it's all raw
Fuck naw, hate pop, gimme my plaque
Bust jaws, wait stop, it's plenty whack
Niggas with cells
So they sell in their cells melons are swell
Oh well, I'll see you in Hell space Odyssey!
I don't know what you've been told
Cross over, rappers hit me, oh!
My beliefs will never fold
I will not sell my soul
Hip hop out drop out, no school
In fascinations and lacerations
Assassinations threw, broke two
So cool, D12, we shall bank on y'all
No gold for rappin', man
Platinum hang on walls ain't no bitch in me
You empty one clip, I empty three
Pop more than MTV
Lay a beat down, without an MPC
Them killaz in ya face, they were sent by me
No sympathy, tell ya kids, in ya face
It was meant to be
Big Proof, spit truth, never a lie
No individual get loose, better than I
Forever we high
Sly, but we never slurrin' my words
Occur in the nerves i'm high? Fine
Bionic Super Trooper with stamina
My antennas sense pussy in my parameter
The Janitor i clean houses, in the meanwhile
This is Guillotine Style
Ain't nuttin' but dope in here
Like a fiend's mouth space Odyssey
Pimpness, bitch, press, stage an' all
Glock fetish, hot headed
Throw a rage and brawl
Like Asian broad, y'all sucky sucky
My skills nocturnal, they super ugly
Y'all are fictional, I spit the real
I'm difficult the White Sniff Inhale
Thug creature, teacher fill you with rap
Send rocks with my palm, nigga
And just mail you a slap
Smack! You won't listen, no joke
Please say that ain't roll 'fore
Your heart get broke
Shroom music, humour's Chasm's and Proof's
2 minutes and you finished
Mr god-in-the-Booth
Lies to the youth, and just lies to the use
Fuck the truth, pass the boo
I'm tryna get high wit' you
I'll tell anyone before you got
The gun n' draw
Y'all kill me cause rap ain't fun no more
Space Odyssey
Fun out of rap
Imma do what I wanna do, fuck it
That don't even count no more, commercialism
To do yourself no more
But fuck it, know what I'm sayin'
Imma do me, ya know I'm sayin'
I don't need the billboards nah, not at all
Better watch for me
People gon' find me where I be at
The other one (Derty Harry, Big Proof)
Spit flames, nicknames, Derty Harry
Big fame, twists brains, very scary
Hood nigga, hit's better, better than y'all
Run up
Get gunned up for your cheddar and all
Rob dealaz, pop kilos, coco flo-ur
No broth, throw a ripe hook like Biboa
Butt me, touch me die on the mac
Turn your mike upply, lying on your back
Black jews, tattoos, that attack you
Stand raw rob your Grandma at a raffle
She'a lie like hindsight, I want more
Crime write when I rhyme right, it's all raw
Fuck naw, hate pop, gimme my plaque
Bust jaws, wait stop, it's plenty whack
Niggas with cells
So they sell in their cells melons are swell
Oh well, I'll see you in Hell space Odyssey!
I don't know what you've been told
Cross over, rappers hit me, oh!
My beliefs will never fold
I will not sell my soul
Hip hop out drop out, no school
In fascinations and lacerations
Assassinations threw, broke two
So cool, D12, we shall bank on y'all
No gold for rappin', man
Platinum hang on walls ain't no bitch in me
You empty one clip, I empty three
Pop more than MTV
Lay a beat down, without an MPC
Them killaz in ya face, they were sent by me
No sympathy, tell ya kids, in ya face
It was meant to be
Big Proof, spit truth, never a lie
No individual get loose, better than I
Forever we high
Sly, but we never slurrin' my words
Occur in the nerves i'm high? Fine
Bionic Super Trooper with stamina
My antennas sense pussy in my parameter
The Janitor i clean houses, in the meanwhile
This is Guillotine Style
Ain't nuttin' but dope in here
Like a fiend's mouth space Odyssey
Pimpness, bitch, press, stage an' all
Glock fetish, hot headed
Throw a rage and brawl
Like Asian broad, y'all sucky sucky
My skills nocturnal, they super ugly
Y'all are fictional, I spit the real
I'm difficult the White Sniff Inhale
Thug creature, teacher fill you with rap
Send rocks with my palm, nigga
And just mail you a slap
Smack! You won't listen, no joke
Please say that ain't roll 'fore
Your heart get broke
Shroom music, humour's Chasm's and Proof's
2 minutes and you finished
Mr god-in-the-Booth
Lies to the youth, and just lies to the use
Fuck the truth, pass the boo
I'm tryna get high wit' you
I'll tell anyone before you got
The gun n' draw
Y'all kill me cause rap ain't fun no more
Space Odyssey