Brick By Brick

[Intro: Proof]
Every time I go on my grandma block
See the old people looking out they windows
Stop what they doing, just looking at me shaking they head
And they saying....

[Verse 1: Proof]
"That's the One that Flew Over the Cuckoo Nest
And landed with a mag of the shoot through vest"
Had them street soldiers put they boots on next
'Pac and B.I.G. was the great and Proof no less
"Yes your honour I pack the pistol
Hoping slugs [?] dug and detach gristles"
Stripes white and black with whistles
Now that's official, in fact my nizzle
You know the deal like we rap with pickles
I don't know what that ratting snitch know, just listen
To the hood sounds and tap my big toe
No gimmick, I run with a pack of sickos
Snatch your [?] colder than Kris Kringle
Doing murders like it's legal
This big nose bigger throwing off mixed signals
Body rotating [?] ate twelve inch singles
I don't mingle, I boss through the club
They say Thyme was lost in the Mudd
It's real at the time, of course when you young
Hard-headed nigga but he soft with his tongue (Oh!)
Feel my heart over [?] drum
From the start, sober now coughing up lungs
Awesome the love, your first love of live
Only God is above the Christ
It's hi and bye so hug me twice
With guns and fight, drama, drugs and Viks like
Everything I spit is cold, we can battle for Mikilo
'Til the biggest go
Ghetto cribs to globes, I done rid the role
You're not real nigga, you're tryna kid your soul

[Chorus: Proof]
I built this Brick By Brick, never switch my script
I'ma spit my hist', until y'all get this shit
What's the big idea? Can't' get rid of bills
And plus my fridge not filled

[Post Chorus: Proof]
This bridge I build, over the killing field
So when day my children will

[Verse 2: Proof]
Thank they Pops for the bank and stocks
Yeah they got spank a lot, gangsta knock life makes them sharp
With the blood of your warriors I paint your block
Turn your hood into one big vacant lot
I wish into writing rhymes and chasing twat
I tell you when it's my time, can't no watch
Next in line, y'all wanna yank my spot
But they career is shorter than Asian cocks
Whoever wanna take my slot, meet my gauge and Glock
Whoever try to race the boss get they faces squashed
Who up with them days is not forgotten
I'm plotting ways to persuade the cops
Since the streets give me major props
Put Detroit on my back with a tank on top
And it ain't gon' stop, send out blade and shots
Whoever try to doctor the beef get they patients popped
So flagrantly we getting agents dropped
This is Hip-Hop with a rock with that flavour Scotch
Raised and sharp like I was trained to box
Haters use paper, I chisel my name in rock
Famous and Flame is hot, you should lames should stop
This dangerous aim I got make your life fade and rot
When will the invasion stop, when Purple Gang go out
And Mu save his mouth (Tone Grown this my favourite now!)
Blaze your house, shot the game like taser watch
Getting successful like [raven block?]
Change the world like the Holocaust and slaves get locked
It's amazing how I was raised and taught
I wasn't into Caucasian talk, and to execute my bravest though
Haters balk!

[Chorus 2: Proof]
I built this Brick By Brick
I'ma soldier ain't gon' switch my script
I'ma spit my hist', until y'all they this shit
Now grew strong, fist by fist, for this I live
We in the trenches everyday
And we pray when miss our kids
What's the big idea, can't get rid of bills
And plus my fridge ain't filled

[Post Chorus 2: Proof]
This bridge I build, over the killing field
Live long, I know my children will

[Outro: Banzi]
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