Neil Armstrong Proof

[Produced by Cyzer Soset]

[Intro: Proof]

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)

[Verse 1]
Spit flames, nicknames, Derty Harry
Big fame, twists brains, very scary
Hood nigga, 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
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!