Neil Armstrong - 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)

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!

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)

Hip hop out

Drop out, no school

In fascinations and lacerations, assassinations

Threw, broke two

So cool, D12, we shall bank on y’all

No gold for rappin', man, platinum hang on walls

Ain’t no bitch in me

You empty one clip, I empty three

Pop more than MTV

Lay a beat down, without an MPC

Them killaz 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 pussy in my parameter

The Janitor

I clean houses, in the meanwhile

Ain’t nuttin' but dope in here

Like a fiend’s mouth

Space Odyssey

Pimpness, bitch, press, stage an' all

Glock fetish, hot-headed, throw a rage and brawl

Like Asian broad, y’all sucky sucky

My skills 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, nigga

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

Fuck the truth, pass the boo

I’m tryna get high wit' you

I’ll tell anyone before you got the gun n' draw

Y’all kill me cause rap ain’t fun no more

Space Odyssey