Proof 3

[Verse 1: MC Hari]
Saying my songs are funny that just makes me pissed off
On the (wait, hold up)
Oh, it's time to lift off
Feeling little rusty, but that means my sound is steel strong
Hook you with my lines 'cause all I do is real talk
Shows be planners, 'cause I see you saving the dates
Eating up these beats, yeah I record after saying the grace
Dollar and a dream so keeping every penny's wise
Grew up from the gutter, but I'm It like Pennywise
Taking jabs, I'll draw the first blood like Compton did
Make you quit your dreams and go to labor like you got a kid
Pass the pen, 40 seconds in my death note makes you die now
Check the track, plan it all out with perfect timing
You will find

[Chorus]
That's proof, proof
Yeah the third time is the charm
What I'd do for all this music, give a leg up and an arm
Yeah that's proof, it's proof
Making murder looking easy (ay)
No one can beat me (ay)
You on your knees and that's proof, it's proof
People saying "you killed that track homie (ooh)
You spitting facts homie (huh)
Ain't nothing wack, only proof"
It's proof
Giving more than what is shown
And if you don't understand it then you don't know what you don't know

[Verse 2: Aerial Ace]
Hari told me come kill the beat I went to work when he hit the bell
I been in the field treading water getting to the green like a umi spell
Niggas capping like Clementine you ain’t getting money you just telling tales
Labels tryna get me out of bars with these flashy cars I ain’t taking bail
I’ma doctor touting that scope
Shot you late niggas need a note
While these bitches running on me they wet like Derek Rose with that float
I got proof and I got quotes
Fly and fresh like dove with the soap
While these squares hanging on to our wave like setting sails on a boat
Soon as Ace hops in he spaz, he possessed
Punchlines right to your face you get blessed
My music do numbers 2k with Steph
You put on your voice, the party it left
Sleep on these bars only right you get pressed
We do not rest so we bested the wrest
Sonning you niggas I need to say less
'Cause here comes Maury with a positive test

[Chorus]
That's proof, proof
Yeah the third time is the charm
What I'd do for all this music, give a leg up and an arm
Yeah that's proof, it's proof
Making murder looking easy (ay)
No one can beat me (ay)
You on your knees and that's proof, it's proof
People saying "you killed that track homie (ooh)
You spitting facts homie (huh)
Ain't nothing wack, only proof"
It's proof
Giving more than what is shown
And if you don't understand it then you don't know what you don't know

[Skit: BIGQUINT INDEED]
This is Hip-hop nigga
Speak your shit

[Verse 3: MC Hari]
First job faxing papers made my bills look mad ugly
Who knew putting facts in papers would get me to stack money
Shoot, anything I do it turns into a bank
When I rap I turn y'all into nerds 'cause all I hear is A (ay, ay, whoop)
Now bring it back now
I'm so scary, everywhere they're giving me a pat down
Got so many punches you would swear my name was Pacquiao
Mind so sharp it gets you cut, Antonio Brown
Austin, Texas yeah you know I'm reppin' that rodeo style
Diss me, you don't wanna go down that road, no old town
Y'all amateurs consistent, every album is a let down
Spongebob on the first track like aight imma head out
I'm 'bout to shoot up
All of you better lay low then
You just listen and copy styles like my song was a take home quiz
And no, no I'm not a masseuse
I still be rubbing off all over you
Try testing me, you study my lyrics too
My talent I born into
Who are you?
Get popped 'cause you don't know your real one
I go infinity and beyond, this kind of buzz you feel son
When I rap it's so damn hot like spitting suns and then some
I'm part Asian, futures bright, ain't ever gonna dim some
Hold the chopsticks
I bet you wouldn't know what to do
I'm ready to go overseas
Open season will be the death of you
I kill 'em all like Final D
You will never know, philosophy
But I change how you think, call me Socrates
Detectives don't have a reason to bother me
All of the

[Chorus]
Proof, proof
Yeah the third time is the charm
What I'd do for all this music, give a leg up and an arm
Yeah that's proof, it's proof
Making murder looking easy (ay)
No one can beat me (ay)
You on your knees and that's proof, it's proof
People saying "you killed that track homie (ooh)
You spitting facts homie (huh)
Ain't nothing wack, only proof"
It's proof
Giving more than what is shown
And if you don't understand it then you don't know what you don't know