[Proof]

Singular in the mind, I'm who you would construction

Amaze it in vocab, unique good production

Pilots, now it's revenger for real one

One in the million drastic with verbal nastics

radical back you go and askin what you rappin fo

Inferity since you relieve factually that you wack to me

Why you strive to be the best out them all

I cut your thigh off down to your toe

You still wanna flow now come on use your head

How you gon kick it with only one leg?

I reckon that all bad MC's didn't have the reas

I turn your juice to peoples and to dead batteries

Elementz the four energies to sink your ship

Put a brain up in your anus and you still couldn't think of  shit

Smartass, your wack lines ain't harmin me

I provoke you joke ass rappers to stand up and make comedy

Test the midwest and who's steppin up

Rippin off your ears won't make you def enough

The best of like vestor, the referee can't see the pressure

Here comes the loony ass professor

Chill nigga, naw it's me nigga

Best to ask Tommy

Cause he'll figure... it

Just don't pay to be bad

So grab your pen and pad

And jet back to the fuckin lab



[Chorus]

Whos that the battle king

take 'em to the battle scene

watch the rappers scream..

Whos that the battle king

take 'em to the battle scene

watch the rappers scream..

now Whos that the battle king

take 'em to the battle scene

watch the rappers scream..

now Whos that the battle king

take 'em to the battle scene

watch the rappers scream..



[Proof]

You wanna battle, what?  That puts me in a better mood

So now I won't stop like a bus driver with an attitude

Walk a slick trail watch me outboxin you swarm

But that ain't hittin like an armless boxer

You have no technique offcourse they sleep

You can rhyme all day ask six quarters an admit your weak

Rhyme for rhyme you can bet ya

That ain't a damn line predictable

call the psychic network

I'm out to foldin now I told you crystal clear

Guilletine style, parralel to Wolverine

I've seen pain, check my brain

Exclusive, too abusive, comin from the westcoast

Don't make that ass ruthless

You can hang but ya hung

That shit you said was fake

A bootlegger must got your tongue

Here's to tell you wannabes who tryna rap

"Yo Proof man you're incredible"

No I'm better than that

Practice the tactics

That's a bad thing

So now you's a fake bitch like a drag-queen

Weak cats who dream Gedini and trickle Houdini

The problems in your god complex check your colbelini

Scope this, these wack niggaz can't get with me

Take a hard MC make him yellow like Kid Capri

Shit we was your top notch

And don't need to brag about the past now we out to prof box

Like Stephen King with the butcher knife I stab your story

And now you bitch ass niggaz runnin back to the laboratory



[Chorus]



Remember that [echos]

Wuch you know about weak emcess huh?

Wuch you know about crackers and cheese

Mk

Strait for the 9 izzle

izzo, im izzi... without a doubt