Neil Armstrong

[Produced by Cyzer Soset] [Intro: Proof] Ayo, this motherfucker's taking the fun out of rap Imma do what I wanna do, fuck it That don't even count no more, commercialism To do yourself no more But fuck it, know what I'm sayin' Imma do me, ya know I'm sayin' I don't need the billboards Nah, not at all Better watch for me, people gon' find me where I be at The other one (Derty Harry, Big Proof) [Verse 1] Spit flames, nicknames, Derty Harry Big fame, twists brains, very scary Hood nigga, hits better, better than y'all Run up, get gunned up for your cheddar and all Rob dealaz, pop kilos, coco flo-ur No broth, throw a ripe hook like Biboa Butt me, touch me die on the mac Turn your mike upply, lying on your back Black jews, tattoos, that attack you Stand raw Rob your Grandma at a raffle She'a lie like hindsight, I want more Crime write when I rhyme right, it's all raw Fuck naw, hate pop, gimme my plaque Bust jaws, wait stop, it's plenty whack Niggas with cells, so they sell in their cells Melons are swell Oh well, I'll see you in Hell Space Odyssey! [Hook (+ Sampled Background)] I don't know what you've been told Cross over, rappers hit me, oh! My beliefs will never fold I will not sell my soul (x2) [Verse 2] Hip hop out Drop out, no school In fascinations and lacerations, assassinations Threw, broke two So cool, D12, we shall bank on y'all No gold for rappin', man, platinum hang on walls Ain't no bitch in me You empty one clip, I empty three Pop more than MTV Lay a beat down, without an MPC Them killaz in ya face, they were sent by me No sympathy, tell ya kids, in ya face, it was meant to be Big Proof, spit truth, never a lie No individual get loose, better than I Forever we high Sly, but we never slurrin' my words Occur in the nerves I'm high? Fine Bionic Super-Trooper with stamina My antennas sense pussy in my parameter The Janitor I clean houses, in the meanwhile *This is Guillotine Style* Ain't nuttin' but dope in here Like a fiend's mouth Space Odyssey [Hook] [Verse 3] Pimpness, bitch, press, stage an' all Glock fetish, hot-headed, throw a rage and brawl Like Asian broad, y'all sucky sucky My skills nocturnal, they super ugly Y'all are fictional, I spit the real I'm difficult The White Sniff Inhale Thug creature, teacher Fill you with rap Send rocks with my palm, nigga And just mail you a slap Smack! You won't listen, no joke Please say that ain't roll 'fore your heart get broke Shroom music, humour's Chasm's and Proof's 2 minutes and you finished, Mr. God-in-the-Booth Lies to the youth, and just lies to the use Fuck the truth, pass the boo I'm tryna get high wit' you I'll tell anyone before you got the gun n' draw Y'all kill me cause rap ain't fun no more Space Odyssey [Hook x2]