Livin' Proof - Lyrical Homicide lyrics

[Intro: Sadat X] Yeah yeah, 1-2-3 in the place to be Emcees and DJs Introducing my man Fokis From the L.E.S., Lower East Side now [Verse 1: Fokis] Stand on my own, never let another pimp me Boss status, bow down and kiss the pinky Ring; lyrically Leonardo da Vinci The music y'all making is shakier than a Slinky All hail the chief, Fokeezy el capitain Never make a move unless I got me a plan General Sun Tzu, supreme strategist, an*lyst In the trenches, preparing your banishment Off in the XL, I'm living that young wild Pretty little thing from the hood that got style Plus keeps it gutter Ass softer than bu*ter Give a n***a the business under the covers Freak sh**, sleeping with the enemy Money's a friend to me I keep it in the fam like a Kennedy Jacqueline Ona**is, Mark Ripo sungla**es Sticking and moving like a young Ca**ius Float like a bu*terfly, sing you a lullaby Please don't compare me to none of these other guys I'm in a cla** all by myself I got the kind of music that's good for your health [Interlude: Sadat X] Yeah, throw your hands in the air! Brooklyn, stand up One of your own, your boy Livin' Proof This is how it's going down Check it out now Check it out [Verse 2: Livin' Proof] Coming out of Brooklyn, I came to get gutter s**er emcees know the name, word to mother Livin' Proof rock, it's bound to get hot And these flows that I got make your stereo pop Heavy be the game that came out of the borough Chilly city NY, Airs white yellow Chicks, I don't spoil 'em at all, I shot call 'em And my black tees got the little man horse on 'em Work price heavy, I'm getting it for the low though Send Smith and Wes with my brothers, blowing cocoa Fitted, nice brim on tilt right on the strip And you know the True jeans got a whole lot of grip n***as always saying, "Livin', how you rock rhyme?" I tell 'em like Run, I'm way ahead of my time Like Rakim hook, the flow always amazing I get the job done, call me Big Daddy Kane No half-stepping, I'm about to be a legend Smooth operating in the nine-oh-eleven Mics got torn since long back in the days Paid a whole lot of dues, now it's time to get paid [Outro: Sadat X] Yeah, party people in the place to be Check out your man Fokis, Livin' Proof Sending love out to Run-DMC Rest in peace Jam Master Jay