I.F.

Lyrics

[Intro: Proof] Hah hah (I-I-I-F) Everybody (I-I-I-F) Sang it with me y'all [Hook: Proof] I.F, I.F I.F, I.F I.F, I.F I.F, I.F. (Listen now hey!) [Verse 1: Proof] Y'all see me in TV and wanna be me Believe me it's not easy (Easy!) Follow me down the street invaded by potholes A city realer than mine? They say it's not so Colossal conglomerate Shady Records got the globe by the hand and they just palming it The dominant Slim, D12, 50 and Obie, we skip through the old beef Pocket victims swagger to rip through your dome piece From homies to haters Whatever your status, the fact is on this freestyle they call me the greatest (ALI!) I got an army of raiders dressed in black and tote silver Repeat my lines nigga and you quote realness I hold stillness as a virtue Pop like Minute Maid, a renegade that'll murk you Call me death 'cause I'm for certain and I go on they close the curtains I'm a god among mics, my tongue slice on Earth when Cursing at the cops, I feel perfect at the top Y'all worthless, I got urges to spit my verses at the block (Ah hah) And y'all is not hot Y'all searching for a spot [Hook: Proof] I.F, I.F I.F, I.F I.F, I.F I.F, I.F. (DETROIT!) [Verse 2: Proof] I'm iller than Mike Tyson in tights, writing to Christ High of Vicodin bites when lightning strikes Crazy like this like your life is stabbing your windpipe with a knife Then spilling your fucking blood type on your Nikes A lunatic convict from Rykers to strikes, fighting device Chasing Michael Knight on a bike Since you wacker than Phife with a mic, I'll snipe at your wife And run Greg Nice for his ice Throwing bibles at dykes, pay Michelle Pfeiffer to price To get Barbra Streisand with pipe I'll blow the white rifle with rice and enlighten it twice So I brighten the night A disciple as Trice with a licence to wipe your consciousness When I right hook your lights, throwing blonde Vicodin spikes Writing for sights, holding down my wrists to slicing it twice "Damn that's actually nice", done with this mic device so (NIGGA!) [Hook: Proof] I.F, I.F I.F, I.F I.F, I.F I.F, I.F. (DETROIT!) [Outro: Proof] HAH HAH! (HAH!) Ain't no city like our city HAH HAH! Big Proof nigga! Hah, I.F. Purple Gang, big Mu (East, West, South, North) (All them other places, it's called M.I., M.I.) That's it baby, Sicknotes, Dogmatic Take me out D12 for life Shady Records [Salam Wreck] Yeah DJ Salam Wreck, Big Proof, Grown Man Sh!t Check up the up and coming projects from Iron Fist Purple Gang, Mu, Big Proof album Check out the dot coms SalamWreck.com All the dot coms Alright?