Proof - Neil Armstrong lyrics

[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]