On Da Block

[Verse 1: Promics] I'm in my prime it's high time like the clock is on weed It's been a long time comin' now am runnin' all the streets Check the credentials I hold got a punchline degree I been keepin' one hunnid ever since I picked a P Made it bleed sixteens restore sound to deaf ears Paint a vivid picture for the blind to see clear In 2006 I was 9 times better than your current rhyme style so my level you can't reach No role model all the big guns are now weak Dropped an album your mixtapes die in one week You too soft all your punchlines are now cheap Take a reality check you blew minds in '96 My lyrical skill will leave your crew in a comma This mixtape ill equivalent to ebola It's lethal similar to a pissed king cobra I can go to war with this verse and kill soldiers [Hook: Promics] You know me I do it for the hood I do it for my niggas on da block who be feelin' my, feelin' my You know me [Verse 2: Promics] I got dope bars so am gettin' high on my own supply Haters knockin' on my door I open, smile, wave and bye I'm so international man it's no lie Red and white black gear on my coca cola grind I hop up on a beat and start dumpin' like a garbage truck Smart flow like inside my head gotta quarter buck That's 25 cents, I feel like I'm not human Me and my niggas killin' you without slight movement You tuned in to the most intuitive crew Security guys we outstandin' when we hit the booth Listen I devour knowledge and I spit the truth I'm so raw Mr. Punchline in the booth [Hook]