Promatic

Lyrics

[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 niggas, we gon' show these niggas man ya knowwhatimsayin? You know, we on some ol' next shit (Some uh) Hell yeah, next shit nigga, Detroit up in this motherfucka Let 'em know Just let these motherfuckas know 'Matic, come on (Hell naw) [Verse 1: Dogmatic] It's them niggas 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 nigga!) [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