[Intro: Journalist 103]
We're gonna do a practice round real quick
(Heart being broken)
Yo (Broken)
One of the realest n***as in your life (Broken)
(Heart being broken)
IronFist motherfucker (Broken)
Yo (Broken)

[Verse 1: Journalist 103]
I’ve been summoned to give you a hurting truth
So you're bound to get addicted the second I’m in the booth
I think its 'bout time I get loose
So you can get a realisation in your mind of what a soldier can do
A trained professional, I studied the art of verbs
With the [?] of a predicate makes my actions superb
Take a breather I’m sprinting on jogging men
I’ve flown seventy miles and they ain’t close to my second wind
Journalist ya' hear it, that’s one hell of a title
103’s the reason you join your choir recitals
Life signs get vital and violations I’ve made
To attack stews which pays when charging it to the game
In rap now-a-days, getting fucked is a common practice
If you know what I know best pack you a prophylactic
Revolve your six shots I choose to be automatic
And lick a hot sixteen bars something to rap with
[Chorus: Proof & Mu]
(You getting broke up) For fucking with killers out of your league
(Don't choke up) For saying some shit that you didn't mean
(Glad you woke up)'Cause there's no way you could ever see
Your man living reality while you living the dream
(You getting broke up) For fucking with killers out of your league
(Don't choke up) For saying some shit that you didn't mean
(Glad you woke up)

[Verse 2: MU]
I’m just an average cat, born in the back of a black hatchback
With a [?] and noting some wack rap acts
And if you the type of person that can’t appreciate that
Then you can just scrap it out with this Mac 10
I talk shit 'cause I can
Pretty smart guy with ignorant friends that's awfully quick with his hands man
In other words what I’m sayin'
Don’t ever fuck with a man with a match and aerosol cans stuck in his pants
Get a life, get a hustle, get a job, get a meal
Get away from me, quit chasin' me, get a deal
Girls tell me that I seem conceded
So here’s your confidence back, along with some game, you seem to need it
I had a fag slapped, 'cause he came up to me with his backpack
Saying my album was wack 'cause it wasn’t abstract
That’s that cat from befo'
He got mad 'cause he couldn’t take a picture with me after the show
I suggest you put your ego in check
We don’t make threats and hide behind a email address
Ask Hex we’ll find you, show up to your office out in Pineview
And put a hole in ya, big enough to throw a swine through
I’m a first round draft pick
Spittin' fire at you half wits melting plastic glasses to ashes
I can master any craft crafted, hotter than acid
Give me a beat and I’ll give you a classic
[Chorus: Proof & Mu]
(You getting broke up) For fucking with killers out of your league
(Don't choke up) For saying some shit that you didn't mean
(Glad you woke up)'Cause there's no way you could ever see
Your man living reality while you living the dream
(You getting broke up) For fucking with killers out of your league
(Don't choke up) For saying some shit that you didn't mean
(Glad you woke up)

[Verse 3: Proof]
Everybody light your lighters (WOOF)
Big Proof I right the writers, snipe the biters
Blow your chest to bits
To get rid of you like P.E. did Professor Griff, ain’t no fresh gift
Than the immortal warlord who gon' knock me down
Bitch I’ll make your punk ass fall off like Foxy Brown
Who gon' stop me now, I’m doper than the veins on Bobby Brown
Twist a n***as neck round and round, pound for pound
No equivalent illegitimate
Mic stalkers make them shit a brick Illiterate
Counterfeit style soakers, please them with their mouths open
(Flash!) Now they mouth’s broken
The flame is hot the names is got to stop
The fame is not to sustain the spot to plot
In the battle Proof not name to drop
I’m iller than the trigger finger that was aimed at 'Pac
[Outro x6]
Heart being broken
Broken
Broken