Truth Jones - Battle Of The Brothers (feat. ProFound)

Okay I'm rapping like I'm Sposed ta
Microphone Nova, Superstar rapper
Aint nobody coming closer
Barely staying sober, but still remain a Soldier
Supercalifragilist my flow is hella doper
Get up off the sofa
The party's far from over
It just started, drink ya cola
And drink til ya fall, like the month is October
Think about it yall, I'm the one to worry about
the real kid with the motor mouth
Real Niggas they hear my now
My flow is so many styles
Hear me now
Incredible intellectual hetero
All up in your stereo ripping the shit hysterical
I'm cold, colder than Ontario
Check the scenario, I'm over ya head aerial
Whoa
Vocabulary hella scary
All my fallen adversaries, sorry but it was necessary
I'm Pro, and all my verses legendary.
Keep Goin
And my flow is never sedentary
that shit is hereditary
Cuz my momma never quit
And that's the same genes I carry
Always been a visionary
Something like I'm Tyler Perry
Streaking everyday will be that way til my obituary
Damn Pro, you kilt that shit
Aight, yea
Now lemme slow it down a little bit
Truth Jones on the Mic saliva every time I spit
I'm original, no one is even feeling you
Killing all you impostors and I ain't even subliminal
The metaphysical, rip you up into intervals
Rapping like you so tough but you need to recheck your genitals
Individual, clever with every syllable
Stomach is touching my back and all you Niggas is dinner food
Lyrical, miracle redesigning my spiritual
My rhymes are hella flexible watch em perform split a or two
And then I get at you, dissing was my intention
My mission to hurt yo feelings is finished..and now you miserable
Uh
This ain't even my strength, I'm just working out on you
Cuz weakness ain't an option and failure just isn't tolerable
Now, watch me get atom and multiply all my punchlines
And killa dope rhymes and turn them mugs up into molecules
Keep Goin
And This is for the narcoleptics who was sleeping me
And all the fair weather fans who stop snowing on me
Keeping me the coldest emcee in they eardrums
I fear none, and if you thought I did, better re-run
Better Rerun, faster than Derwin Davis the game fifth season!
Yea, Battle of the Brothers in this Bitch
That Nigga Pro think he cold
But he aint colder than me Nigga
I'm the Mothafuckin coldest brotha Nigga
I'm also the last one on the mic
So I get to say the shit I want to say
Without him even being able to rebut
You know, that works too though
Battle of the Brothers Nigga
My mom got two dope ass emcees as Mothafuckin sons Nigga

Written by:
Daniel Jones, Eric Richards

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