[Intro]
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Derty Harry
Cyzer, [?], Proof, Iron Fist, I.F

[Verse 1]
You gon' need two of them and them is a crew of ten
A little Juice N' Gin and Harry will do 'em in
In the mood to sin, at once was at Christ
A predator that ain't scared of Laura and she'll hump for life
Punch my wife and fight my baby mama
Blood reeks from club beef, my daily drama
Get locked with 29 thugs and drop 30 bails
Despite the camera lights still keeping dirty nails
I got beef but no naming names
Destroy your whole life like Affleck in Changing Lanes
Remain the same, fuck the fame and blast mags
Wasn't no war, Bush sent Proof to Baghdad
The last laugh is I.F., your homies roar
Any trauma, spit my direction is a holy war
The only cold, righteous, soldier to bеat 'em down
You can keep hating but Proof gon' be around

[Chorus]
Journey into thе mind of a microphone killer
Flame spitter, mentalities much realer
Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
Hit the stage for a mic I'll fiend
You 'bout to journey into the mind of a microphone killer
Flame spitter, mentalities much realer
Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
Hit the stage for a mic I'll fiend
[Verse 2]
Since the tower of the brewsters, a pound with (PROOF) the Proofster
I'll make you recognise "THIS HERE'S A MAN BUDDHA"
Trooper, like the soldiers of the great Koopa
Off Anpecs, I'm anthrax that ate through ya
I came to admit I'm ain't the king of the Mit'
Although from 8 mile to Joy they singing my shit
Sting with the spit and start raining dogs
Got more skills than R. Kelly got training bras
In the burbs they know me, in the streets they think so
I'm tryna bust a rhyme and not be like Dingo
Spudd and Big Willy I love you silly
I must be too grimy and E-Dub is pretty
I miss the thug and Biggie and the rest got weak flows
Ja Rule copy so much that he must own Kinkos
Y'all gon' expire when my toast fire
Me and Miss Cleo gon' bring you back as ghostwriters

[Chorus]
Journey into the mind of a microphone killer
Flame spitter, mentalities much realer
Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
Hit the stage for a mic I'll fiend
You 'bout to journey into the mind of a microphone killer
Flame spitter, mentalities much realer
Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
Hit the stage for a mic I'll fiend
[Outro]
'Cause ain't nobody just like P (PROOF)
Derty Harry
Dropping grenade pins on you motherfuckers
Microphone killer!