We Don’t Like U Promatic (Ft. Obie Trice)

[Intro: Proof]
This what they need to know
They need to know this is some Sicknotes shit, you hear me? (Sicknotes)
They need to know that shit
This also some Promatic shit, ya hear me?
That's Dogmatic and Proof, ya hear me?
We Don't Like U
We Don't Like U (Detroit what?!)
Esham, We Don't Like U
ICP, we don't Like y'all, now listen

[Verse 1: Proof]
Lets go back before rapping and mixing and toasting and dubbing
When I was making bread without a loaf in the oven
I'll snipe at the closest of your cousins
Put you on a poster for fronting (See that? Now don't do that)
Blew back your wig, that's how New Jacks get did
After a few tracks and beers, kicking new raps for ears
Y'all Ready To Die like B.I.G. recorded?
When your flow is shittier than rigor mortis
For all the kids deported, I rid the borders
I swallowed the weed, jumped the bridge's shoulders
Players that run the D don't use words
Like "Shhh".... ya heard?
Proof is now its own, for now and known
I'm a grounded mole, while I plow your home
Spit flames, now nigga your brows are gone
You ain't shit, I'm a thousand miles from wrong
I'll eradicate your molecules
And even if your Momma had swallowed you, or your Pops pulled out on you
I don't like you overnight hype with mics, that
Have little trife fights with dykes
Have Mountain Climbaz, [?] the pipes
BLAOW! Then yo' wife sniped your life
Over my verses niggas high from this spit
You don't even hear the boom 'cause you die from the clip, little bitch