Proof Of Concept

Boutta f*ck up the game up like rippin out the cartridge I body 16's write em in a sarcophogus My spoken words more like prophecies For the profit Bon appetite Make em eat they words Better swallow it Wallowing in your self pity That shit will leave you pitted Down on all your luck Losing focus Every chance you missing Bish I'm Cal Ripken pitching Strike em out They thinking you ain't shit Like a couple bowels missed Fire in my eyes the inferno slowly lifts Skywalker in the raw smell the aroma Take a hit My aura glowing like the Obsolete tee Equipped Quick speed on the Tappan Zee don't burn a bridge They say the grass the greener on the other side of your yard Monogram trunks for the storage thats a Goyard After i dead a bish i dump her baggage at the bone yard Rule with a metal fist or an iron one She admire the attire cause i'm top gun Flyer than Tom Cruise There's plenty fish in the sea so yield a harpoon uh Gambian bish she cook Chu Ya reign is short lived i monsoon Monsoon Monsoon Monsoon Proof of concept Reevaluate the plan Change the mindset Take your shot KD with the side step Stay on point Deon with the Concepts Watch the progress They intentions is stepped on You can't compare gortex skin to teflon I'm too aware Truth or dare let's play ball There's nothing to compare I'm 1of1 like Warhols My nigga Always been an individual Building up a catalog The pension is residuals Flowing silky smooth George Gerving with the finger roll Pick and roll Nigga got the juice and he sipping slow Yea World's ablaze the devil took on the day shift We black screen fiends communication is tainted They sleep Took blue pill No Morpheus in The Matrix Been running through a maze but still the feelings amazing (Uh) The record industry remnants the plantations Got you working for masters you ain't getting paid from And they owning the masters that's the mind f*ck Don't sign the dotted line niggas wise up