[Intro: Proof & Dogmatic]
Ah
Promatic
Promaticness
Ayo P
What up Dog, huh
These motherfuckas don't understand what Promatic is all about
Man fuck these n***as, we gon' show these n***as man ya knowwhatimsayin?
You know, we on some ol' next shit (Some uh)
Hell yeah, next shit n***a, Detroit up in this motherfucka
Let 'em know
Just let these motherfuckas know 'Matic, come on (Hell naw)

[Verse 1: Dogmatic]
It's them n***as that disrespect women
That disrespect themselves, I'm straight fresh from jail
Making my way through Hell, marijuanas to smell
Dogmatic's the name, Detroit's the place that I dwell (Oh well)
It's slim pickings for punks, my pistol clips in
Popping caps at parties and steal all of your chickens (Gimme that!)
My Timbaland boots are worn to the rubber
From running from undercovers about the murder of 7 brothers (Man I don't know about that)
But all I ever wanted to do was to be an MC
But I didn't graduate so I bust 'til the clips empty
And Big Proof? He ain't no better he always tempting me
To smack the shit outta MC's that wants to diss me
My Momma took the key to the house and kicked me out
When she found out that I drink Remy Martin 'til I'm knocked out (GET OUT OF HERE NOW!)
Talk about me nice in the city because I got clout
Promatic's coming, bitch open up your mouth!
[Chorus: Dogmatic & Proof]
P-R-O-M-A-T-I-C
P-R-O-M-A-T-I-C
P-R-O-M-A-T-I-C
P-R-O-M-A-T-I-C (My face n***a!)

[Verse 2: Proof]
TIMBEEEEEEER! Chop and swing, then I
Drop the king and we sock the queen
REMEMBEEEEER! Proof and 'Matic, when we
Boost the average let loose the magic (Abracadabra)
We squabble, spit spent syllables
Iller flows, killer prose, mic to slice to 10 year olds
The menace old, the pinacle putting pills to parents
Promatic we mush their grills (Hah)
Bust and steal, so real you can touch and feel
Walk up in your label, rawdog and fuck your deal
Brown is James, DeShaun the name
Kevin is dope and we don't sound the same
Promatic flow, Sicknoted 'dro
One team! Squo! You deepthroating? No
We been in a minute, all life in six minutes
Recommended for mental clinics but never been attending
I'll never be a medic, committed, suicide
Turning blue inside, getting high from Kahlua slide
Mic check, my sex is hetero
If you don't us by know biatch you'll never know, Promatic
[Chorus: Dogmatic]
P-R-O-M-A-T-I-C
P-R-O-M-A-T-I-C
P-R-O-M-A-T-I-C (Yo, can't y'all spell)
P-R-O-M-A-T-I-C (Don't you get it, who we are, yo!)

[Verse 3: Dogmatic]
We're underhanded bandits running rampant
With the eyes slanted from smoking way too much canibus
They can't handle us, we expanding thrush
Generation next, so complex making rappers hush
That new shit, other shit, smack a motherfucker shit
Futuristic Detroit hits, that we crush it with
Got lava for spit like hot chocolate
Marching like an army of killers, ain't no stopping it (ALI!)

[Pre Chorus: Proof & Dogmatic]
I don't know what you've been told (I don't know what you've been told)
But Detroit pussy is hot and cold (Detroit pussy is hot and cold)
Detroit Sally said I could knock her (Detroit Sally said I could knock her)
Now my dick burning and I'm sick at the doctor (Now my dick burning and I'm sick at the doctor)

[Chorus x4: Dogmatic]
P-R-O-M-A-T-I-C

[Post Chorus x4: Dogmatic]
Doh, doh, doh, doh, doh, doh, doh, doh