Lyrics:
in curtains
Casualties, flashbacks, now simply that
I attack like a rat, serious as a heart attack
Professional assassinator professor
Verbal onslaught, bring forth physical force
Of a hundred wild niggas piled in a Trojan Horse
Thought method, set it on generic mic ethic
Professional
in curtains
Casualties, flashbacks, now simply that
I attack like a rat, serious as a heart attack
Professional assassinator professor
What ya' know what ya' know about it?
Bloody, Money, Fame
Designer Designs her
Designer Designs her
Take me out on trip somewhere that's kind hip
choices
Y'all get on my nerves y'all can never be professional
Attitude gully but my moves are congressional
Way too many things I could say in
the flicks
Red tails Belly, motherfucker, was the shit
Rap coalition, meth lab, get 'em lit
Yo it's crazy how these nigga's try and do it like we did it
Verbal onslaught, bring forth physical force
Of a hundred wild niggas piled in a Trojan Horse
Thought method, set it on generic mic ethic
Professional
back from the store, where they all the bodies go Picking for professionals, oh, good With a tail like that, dip it low, grab that pole Go to work with
can't swim, y'all drowning
From my hood to your hood, the anthem, y'all wilding
I die for my coalition, the foes whispering
Hating, wild gremlins
Faster billions. Billions
Connect design familiar
Faster billions. Billions
Serve. Inform predation
Watch the ancients fall
Eugenic fire our species
design I'm feeling alright
Filling in this space with my rectangular face
And it bothers it bothers me sickly
So you'll just inevitably fall in love with
pitiful
Situation critical, barely breathin in a hospital
Dead meat, we give it like professional athletes
The elite wit a chick for everyday of the week
an amateur me and my dudes professionals
The coldest in the league and nobody tight as us!
The opposition's got them loose screws tell them fools to Titan Up!
And planning domination of the world on a fast clock
Gimme twenty, ready, bet I head a coalition
Focused on empowerment of those inside a low position
Back
crazy)
Now Its that Mr Christian true religion
(Bobby Brown) new edition
Coalition, burn the grass if I catch that boy boy (boa) constricting
I'm bringing
exchange
But that type of mentality leaves us all feeling unsafe
I let loose my pen on a page
It's all inked in (LinkedIn) like a professional space, all
Prozac
Let me power up my Pro Mac
Type if up professional, so I can get them pro scraps
Hell, I'll scrape it off the bottom until by wings grow flaps
Till
like professional athletes
The elite wit a chick for everyday of the week
I'm talking Monday through Sunday
Models walkin up and down the runway
reception
All the time - when I'm in and out of sections
Even still when I'm out here keeping it professional
So throw the two of them up - they're
you was set?
Yeah...
Sizing up
You gon' let me hold some
Guess I'm not enough,
Is it green or do it fold huh?
Call it by design
I'm one exit away
The momentum of this party can only increase
The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
You'll want to kick steps to the musical feast
And witness
You see her sitting with her coffee and her paper
With her high top sneakers of Italian design
With a long cool stare she aggravates the tension
the coffins closed
So should I strive to seek design inside of this real life and repent?
Or forge my own legacy and put my strength in my pen?
And i'm sure my
design whole new tracks
We are in tune with the stars
Translated through the drum, bass, and guitar
Musical elements celebrating the reverence
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