[Intro: Proof]

Every time I go on my grandma block

See the old people looking out they windows

Stop what they doing, just looking at me shaking they head

And they saying....

[Verse 1: Proof]

"That's the One that Flew Over the Cuckoo Nest

And landed with a mag of the shoot through vest"

Had them street soldiers put they boots on next

'Pac and B.I.G. was the great and Proof no less

"Yes your honour I pack the pistol

Hoping slugs [?] dug and detach gristles"

Stripes white and black with whistles

Now that's official, in fact my nizzle

You know the deal like we rap with pickles

I don't know what that ratting snitch know, just listen

To the hood sounds and tap my big toe

No gimmick, I run with a pack of sickos

Snatch your mink coat, colder than Kris Kringle

Doing murders like it's legal

This big nose bigger throwing off mixed signals

Body rotating [?] ate like twelve inch singles

I don't mingle, I boss through the club

They say Thyme was lost in the Mudd

It's real at the time, of course when you young

Hard-headed nigga but he soft with his tongue (Oh!)

Feel my heart over [?] drum

From the start, sober now coughing up lungs

Awesome the love, your first love of life

Only God is above the Christ

It's hi and bye so hug me twice

With guns and fight, drama, drugs and Viks like

Everything I spit is cold, we can battle for Mikilo

'Til the biggest go

Ghetto cribs to globes, I done rid the role

You're not real nigga, you're tryna kid your soul

[Chorus: Proof]

I built this Brick By Brick, never switch my script

I'ma spit my hist', until y'all get this shit

What's the big idea? Can't' get rid of bills

And plus my fridge not filled

[Post Chorus: Proof]

This bridge I build, over the killing field

So when day my children will

[Verse 2: Proof]

Thank they Pops for the bank and stocks

Yeah they got spank a lot, gangsta knock life makes them sharp

With the blood of your warriors I paint your block

Turn your hood into one big vacant lot

I was into writing rhymes and chasing twat

I tell you when it's my time, can't no watch

Next in line, y'all wanna yank my spot

But they career is shorter than Asian cocks

Whoever wanna take my slot, meet my gauge and Glock

Whoever try to race the boss get they faces squashed

Who up with them days is not forgotten

I'm plotting ways to persuade the cops

Since the streets give me major props

Put Detroit on my back with a tank on top

And it ain't gon' stop, send out blade and shots

Whoever try to doctor the beef get they patients popped

So flagrantly we getting agents dropped

This is Hip-Hop with a rock with that flavour Scotch

Raised and sharp like I was trained to box

Haters use paper, I chisel my name in rock

Famous and Flame is hot, you lames should stop

This dangerous aim I got make your life fade and rot

When will the invasion stop, when Purple Gang go out

And Mu save his mouth (Tone Grown this my favourite now!)

Blaze your house, shot the game like taser watch

Getting successful like [raven blocks?]

Change the world like the Holocaust and slaves get locked

It's amazing how I was raised and taught

I wasn't into Caucasian talk, and to execute my bravest though

Haters balk!

[Chorus 2: Proof]

I built this Brick By Brick

I'ma soldier ain't gon' switch my script

I'ma spit my hist', until y'all they this shit

Now grew strong, fist by fist, for this I live

We in the trenches everyday

And we pray when miss our kids

What's the big idea, can't get rid of bills

And plus my fridge ain't filled

[Post Chorus 2: Proof]

This bridge I build, over the killing field

Live long, I know my children will

[Outro: Banzi]

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