[Intro: Proof & Dogmatic]

Ah

Promatic

Promaticness

Ayo P

What up Dog, huh

These motherfuckas don't understand what Promatic is all about

Man fuck these niggas, we gon' show these niggas man ya knowwhatimsayin?

You know, we on some ol' next shit (Some uh)

Hell yeah, next shit nigga, Detroit up in this motherfucka

Let 'em know

Just let these motherfuckas know 'Matic, come on (Hell naw)

[Verse 1: Dogmatic]

It's them niggas that disrespect women

That disrespect themselves, I'm straight fresh from jail

Making my way through Hell, marijuanas to smell

Dogmatic's the name, Detroit's the place that I dwell (Oh well)

It's slim pickings for punks, my pistol clips in

Popping caps at parties and steal all of your chickens (Gimme that!)

My Timbaland boots are worn to the rubber

From running from undercovers about the murder of 7 brothers (Man I don't know about that)

But all I ever wanted to do was to be an MC

But I didn't graduate so I bust 'til the clips empty

And Big Proof? He ain't no better he always tempting me

To smack the shit outta MC's that wants to diss me

My Momma took the key to the house and kicked me out

When she found out that I drink Remy Martin 'til I'm knocked out (GET OUT OF HERE NOW!)

Talk about me nice in the city because I got clout

Promatic's coming, bitch open up your mouth!

[Chorus: Dogmatic & Proof]

P-R-O-M-A-T-I-C

P-R-O-M-A-T-I-C

P-R-O-M-A-T-I-C

P-R-O-M-A-T-I-C (My face nigga!)

[Verse 2: Proof]

TIMBEEEEEEER! Chop and swing, then I

Drop the king and we sock the queen

REMEMBEEEEER! Proof and 'Matic, when we

Boost the average let loose the magic (Abracadabra)

We squabble, spit spent syllables

Iller flows, killer prose, mic to slice to 10 year olds

The menace old, the pinacle putting pills to parents

Promatic we mush their grills (Hah)

Bust and steal, so real you can touch and feel

Walk up in your label, rawdog and fuck your deal

Brown is James, DeShaun the name

Kevin is dope and we don't sound the same

Promatic flow, Sicknoted 'dro

One team! Squo! You deepthroating? No

We been in a minute, all life in six minutes

Recommended for mental clinics but never been attending

I'll never be a medic, committed, suicide

Turning blue inside, getting high from Kahlua slide

Mic check, my sex is hetero

If you don't us by know biatch you'll never know, Promatic

[Chorus: Dogmatic]

P-R-O-M-A-T-I-C

P-R-O-M-A-T-I-C

P-R-O-M-A-T-I-C (Yo, can't y'all spell)

P-R-O-M-A-T-I-C (Don't you get it, who we are, yo!)

[Verse 3: Dogmatic]

We're underhanded bandits running rampant

With the eyes slanted from smoking way too much canibus

They can't handle us, we expanding thrush

Generation next, so complex making rappers hush

That new shit, other shit, smack a motherfucker shit

Futuristic Detroit hits, that we crush it with

Got lava for spit like hot chocolate

Marching like an army of killers, ain't no stopping it (ALI!)

[Pre Chorus: Proof & Dogmatic]

I don't know what you've been told (I don't know what you've been told)

But Detroit pussy is hot and cold (Detroit pussy is hot and cold)

Detroit Sally said I could knock her (Detroit Sally said I could knock her)

Now my dick burning and I'm sick at the doctor (Now my dick burning and I'm sick at the doctor)

[Chorus x4: Dogmatic]

P-R-O-M-A-T-I-C

[Post Chorus x4: Dogmatic]

Doh, doh, doh, doh, doh, doh, doh, doh