Proof - Anywhere lyrics

[Verse 1: Proof] Singular in the mind, I'm who you would construction Amazing in vocab, unique with production Pilots, now it's revenge of a real one One-in-a-million drastic with verbal nastics Radical back you go and askin what you rappin fo Inferiority since you relieve factually that you wack to me Why you strive to be the best out them all I cut your thigh off down to your toe You still wanna flow now come on use your head How you gon kick it with only one leg? I reckon that's the reason bad MC's didn't have the reas I turn your juice and peoples into dead batteries Elementz the four energies that sink your ship Put a brain up in your an*s and you still couldn't think of sh** Smarta**, your wack lines ain't harmin' me I provoke you joke a** rappers to stand up and make comedy Test the midwest And who's steppin up? Rippin off your ears won't make you deaf enough The best of like vestor, the referee can't see the pressure Here comes the loony a** professor Chill n***a, naw it's me n***a Best to ask Tommy Cause he'll figure... it Just don't pay to be bad So grab your pen and pad And jet back to the f**in lab [Hook] Whos that the battle king Take 'em to the battle scene Watch the rappers scream.. Whos that the battle king Take 'em to the battle scene Watch the rappers scream.. Now Whos that the battle king Take 'em to the battle scene Watch the rappers scream.. Now Whos that the battle king Take 'em to the battle scene Watch the rappers scream.. [Verse 2] You wanna battle, what? That puts me in a badder mood So now I won't stop like a bus driver with an attitude Walk a slick trail watch me out fox ya You swung, but that ain't hittin' like an armless boxer You have no technique; of course they sleep You can rhyme all day- ask six quarters and admit you're weak Rhyme for rhyme, you can bet ya There ain't a damn line predictable Call the psychic network I'm out to foldin now I told you crystal clear Guillotine style, parallel to Wolverine I've seen pain, check my brain Exclusive, too abusive, comin from the westcoast Don't make that a** ruthless You can hang but ya hung That sh** you said was fake A bootlegger must got your tongue It's a shame you wannabes are tryna rap "Yo Proof man you're incredible!" No I'm better than that! Practice the tactics That's a bad thing So now you's a fake b**h like a drag-queen Weak cats dream of Genie and trickle Houdini The problem's in your god complex- check your colbelini Scope this, these wack n***as can't get with me Take a hard MC, make him yellow like Kid Capri sh** we be the top notch And don't need to brag about the past; now we out to find blocks Like Stephen King with the butcher knife I stab your story And now you b**h a** n***as runnin back to the laboratory [Hook] Remember that (echos) Wuch you know about weak emcess huh? Wuch you know about crackers and cheese Mk Strait for the 9 izzle Izzo, im izzi... without a doubt