Proof - Dert Harry Lyrics
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    Dert Harry

    Kaiser, Big Proof
    It’s that underground shit
    JL in the house, ya know I’m right?
    Bello, Super MC, Fat Killahz nigga!
    King Gordy
    Hey them horns ain't extensions nigga, listen
    Real shit, ha

    {Verse 1}
    Face to face you got no heart, when I blow sparks
    You lean on me like Joe Clark, my mind is so dark
    Your superficial, nuclear Missile
    Hit your body and your bones and not loose the gristle
    Proofs official, D12 trademarker
    Male, no "S," big brave heart
    Y'all ain't even listen
    No S big backwards is Gibson
    Mel Gibson bravehearted
    Now on to my mission
    And since then no failure
    I promisеd God to commit homicide to niggas wantin a free ride
    Like thе Amistad, I'm alive
    And just started Anger Management too, like Bionic Jive
    Body ya mind, dyin' to ride like Bonnie and Clyde
    Influenced the greatest like Ronnie and Todd
    It ain't no problem too hard
    My solo like Do Lo, been gettin' it
    Like I ain't been shittin' it!

    (Y'all done start it)
    Derty Harry
    Contract mothafucker lets roll it right now!
    (Y'all done start it)
    Derty Harry
    You the one on this
    (Y'all done start it)
    Derty Harry
    Proof nigga I'm a wolf
    (Y'all done start it)
    Derty Harry
    You can get some now!

    {Verse 2}
    In high school of course I was the best in the lunchroom
    Don't make me get up out my seat bitch and punch you
    I freestyle for fun but write for wealth
    I'm so dope nigga even bite myself
    I rap it with rapid fire
    Blasting iron at a Baptist choir
    And then at the black Messiah
    We gat for hire to let the techs growl
    Put something in your body worse then the West Nile
    I was born out of test tube glass
    I suggest you blast nigga
    Or catch sum flesh wound fast
    I ain't met a man that can wrestle gats
    I'm right behind the top rappers like a Neptune track
    Ya L.P., I slept through that
    Now guess who back
    Unless you strapped with a vest and two gats
    I suggest you pack
    I'll spread you flat then rescue rap
    Hit your body so much that your flash won't match
    Fuck Osama for bombing in the racing buildings
    I'll bust him and hide him like Jason Williams
    (I heard Bizzare and D12 be raping children!?)
    Cut the hype dyke I'm trying to make a million
    Take this pill then call me when you sober up
    Turn the dyke from glad to groupies, make'em hold my nuts
    Seldom-ly seen, Elvis the King
    But it's Em that's got these kids nailed to the screen
    I held the team, I-F
    I got something on my chest thats hard to digest
    I hear the streets talk and sing
    Offering cause jacking my rapping
    They mad cause I'm flossing bling
    I lost my steam but a demon in human flesh hyped my up
    Now my team is tightly cut
    So sugar, sugar, salt, salt
    If you didn't get off it's not my fault
    The dog is back and y'all niggas!



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