Ali - Intellectual

[Verse 1: MC Breed]

I'm in it with y'all (Okay)

Hit big, cash out, spend it with y'all (Hah hah)

Won at the casino bitch I'm spending it all (Hey)

Leave in my Spreewells spinnin' for y'all, I'm in it for y'all

Fact is (Wuddup), my contents have character

Plays the background while I'm listenin to amateurs with no stamina (Uh-uhh)

Compared to my flow you're more or less recycled, career's on idle, keep it coming though

If there's anyone or anybody that's potent enough, I wanna know

Gorilla and I'm iller, than a fifth of

Hennessy and Belve', a big bagger killer

Popcorn popper, won't stop 'til I cop E-

-nough trees to get the whole world fucked up

I'm out of MI, so when I say "Whatupdoe"

Y'all niggas put it on the flo'

[Chorus 1: MC Breed]

And where you gettin it from, I want (One, too)

Oh you got some of those, I got (One, too)

You got a fine ass broad, I got (One, too)

And I'm drivin a Benz that get (To, one)

Oh you got one rolled, I got (One, too)

And a fat bank roll, I got (One, too)

You got a house on the hills, I got (One, too)

And I'm driving a Benz to get (To, one)

[Verse 2: MC Breed]

Uhh, nothin' but that Cuervo Gold and cold Coronas

Plug with them Eses that live in Arizona

Yeah, put it on your [barber?] nigga, know I'm on ya'

Shake them haters off as soon as they get on ya'

Popcorn, all through my perfecto

All I do is chiefin', it's hard for me to let go

[Verse 3: Proof]

Tecs blow like Del Rio

From the land of Air Force Ones, Detroit scum blow (Cuatro Cincos!)

If you want it, I.F. got it, the getting is good

The best thing moving like a brick in the hood

I'm wishing you would stumble out the club

Fuck your slack (Nigga) we can rumble out in floods (C'mon)

We fuck by choice but fight when we can (Uh huh)

I'm good with the mic, but I'm nice with my hands (C'mon)

I ain't for bangin', unless the ass hanging

My last name ain't Kelly, but give me brain bitch (C'mon)

[Chorus 2: Proof]

The name of my crew is D (One, two)

You got some pills in your pocket, I want (One, too)

You got a knock baby boy, I got (One, too)

And I'm balling on y'all like this is (Two, one)

You got a tab' in your hand, I got (One, too)

You got a gun on your waist, I got (One, too)

You got a Roley on your wrist, I want (One, too)

And I'm pulling my heat to get (To, one)

[Verse 4: Proof]

This is high octane that bang within block range

Nothin but cold blood flow in my hot veins

My shot aim with the pistol ain't the issue

Got the title, "Battle Disciple" came to diss you

Let's get to The Source with mics all I need black

'Cause 5 mics together only makes feedback

I'm what every rapper dread like beeswax

Snatch a rapper out his Timbs like stems on weed sacks

(He's back!) Bitch, I never left

Every step has been Proof to the fact that I'm evidence

That Detriot co-co locos

The flame slow flow where the snow blow and they roll 'dro

My tendencies to spit, end MC's real quick

Pass the Hennessy sips, enemies get ripped

The penalty and violently your memory dissolve

The energy is wild, mentally I'm foul

The entity now, howls instead of growl

Already raw, cookin', looking for shook ones to set 'em down

Don't worry about my record sales

(I know this ain't the same Proof that's in D12!)

Damn skippy, my hands swiftly grab a mic

Any man gifted stand with it, it's battle night

Soon as I get in the booth, spittin' the truth

This ain't for the billboards, this is strictly for you