Time Araphat

[Intro: Proof]
Ayo, I wanna shout out all the alcoholics, drug addicts and dealers
Peace to Shady Records, Rock Bottom, Black Face
And my man Big [Jan?]
Let's go!

[Verse 1: Araphat]
We 57 mag, toe tag
Punch line jabs at your jaw raw like Trinidad
Pop my pistol (Nigga)
Bust some bullets at your breath motherfucker the size of a big child
Pal the thing to do, bring your crew
When the Spring Summer Fall, murk all of you
Dudes beef like angus bitch, better bring stainless
Leave your brains and anus up on the pavement
Thug don't Langston Hughes
Araphat give you dap, motherfuckers spitting things at you
Niggas broadcast live on twelve o'clock news
Whеther it's rhyme or crown baby, it's still an issue
Thеy living primetime, nightline, time bro cough
With murk-marks forehead like Gorbachev
Blow your head off, put it on your momma porch
I.F. meddlers wetting niggas in water sports
Smoking on the Newport, back and forth to court
Coogie sweater, Doc and Khak's, stepping in my rough [?]
They wanna what I'm in for
'Cause this nigga seem to be hardcore
Fuck the cops, [?] the hook with [?]
Proof made bail for me, progress with Campbell's Soup
Ramble, scramble your fucking egg
I.F. to death, you'll be left for dead, hockey stick across your fucking head