[Produced by Cyzer Soset]
[Intro: Proof]
Ayo, this motherf**er's taking the fun out of rap
Imma do what I wanna do, f** it
That don't even count no more, commercialism
To do yourself no more
But f** 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)
[Verse 1]
Spit flames, nicknames, Derty Harry
Big fame, twists brains, very scary
Hood n***a, hits 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
bu*t me, touch me die on the mac
Turn your mike upply, lying on your back
Black j**s, 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
f** naw, hate pop, gimme my plaque
Bust jaws, wait stop, it's plenty whack
n***as with cells, so they sell in their cells
Melons are swell
Oh well, I'll see you in Hell
Space Odyssey!
[Hook (+ Sampled Background)]
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 (x2)
[Verse 2]
Hip hop out
Drop out, no school
In fascinations and lacerations, a**a**inations
Threw, broke two
So cool, D12, we shall bank on y'all
No gold for rappin', man, platinum hang on walls
Ain't no b**h in me
You empty one clip, I empty three
Pop more than MTV
Lay a beat down, without an MPC
Them k**az 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 p**y 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
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Pimpness, b**h, press, stage an' all
Glock fetish, hot-headed, throw a rage and brawl
Like Asian broad, y'all s**y s**y
My sk**s 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, n***a
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
f** the truth, pa** the boo
I'm tryna get high wit' you
I'll tell anyone before you got the gun n' draw
Y'all k** me cause rap ain't fun no more
Space Odyssey
[Hook x2]