Lyrics:
the devil
He wants me to murder this beat, so I will
He told me there are doubters who question my skill
They wanna put my style to the test, am I still
teacher's to reach
2002 legislation pass no child left behing
Misleading the youth is not considered a crime
Taking tests
That makes no sense
Up to this day
a place in space unchaseable
No mortal can't fulfill such skill they incapable
Of keeping all the planets in-line with one mind
Make the sun and moon both
of living bill to bill
While these people looking down from the Hills
Make a meal off my, Skills
Put my momma and my daddy in the hills do the dash so I never
I'm a professional
I'm a professional
I'm a professional...
[Top Dog]
You must be blind and deaf
To think that you can test
Originoo Gunn
the bag
With this doughdy to the neck
Bet you every time I learned
I would always pass the test
Nigga my life mainey
My life crazy
Feelings never last
So
I'm a professional
I'm a professional
I'm a professional...
[top dog]
You must be blind and deaf
To think that you can test
Originoo gunn clappz 2
Clown-ass niggas (yeah)
You know how we get down
Uh, Roc-A-Fella's capo, unflappable
Test my weight in the Apple
Never a question of if
But when you gonna
like Voltron
[Erick Sermon]
Who got wins? those that be hard pretend
You got skills? come here, let me tap that chin
Bing, my style ropa-dope
And that flow is mean, but it lacks tacs and needles
I spend my days sharpening my skill wills while it's still legal
Weeding through cathedrals applied
down, wanna test now
So let's grab the mack and vest, bless him if he stressed out
Amazin glazin purple haze patients
Blazin asians in mercedes benz
delicate
So in tune with the elements
Big dick bars yeah I need a pre-requisite
No OG has ever given
Inheritance to my relevance
10000 hours has qualified me
now
It's 4 feet gold, am ready to hit the hole and score
When its pose to dis skill, she ain't seen before
A professional, hell i should be off in
are bound to do their job and do it ethically
once i got to see him i was told what was best
he confidently told me he would run some tests
now here is
lacking skills
Thinking that smoking blunts & packing steal makes them rappers real!?
Nonsense I ain‚t got time for weak Concepts
Armageddon is upon us we
on that again, I just write a rap a day
Professional program probability
Been a pro since 04, just know it’s all ability
The skill in me is processed with
that's your fault
Serving on my peddles
That's my second source of transport
Pre teen
Robbery
Was my Inbedded in skill
Before eddie guerrero said
I lie I
I'm a professional, pimpin like rational
Worldwide, but it's national
you betta ask them hoes
and ask them clothes
who dat smokin beeds
talkin bout
Every fuckin day I sacrifice myself
Making up for a dime the company can't afford
A professional button pusher
Craving the most valued resource we
And the only slight trouble is keep it up
Sleepin, what? I flips more weight than Oprah
Strips or fate than hope, my skills superb
Crills to herb, to dope I
Restorations you can feel
But for now, it's perfect practice
Submerged deep in the field
Cause I wield
Hand skills that could
Get a youngin a mill
Revenge
the beginning
GO!
I'll never fall off, I'll never lose my skill
I'm a Gemini man, diagnosed as too ill
2 L's when I smoke, Mr.Smith with steel
I'm an Ice Cube
know you mad you can't calculate all my skill with your inadequate database
Bitch, I'm Alexander Great, you can never match the pace
My pedigree proves
The greatest human ever, fucking Shane Keith Warne
Burst onto the scene with bleach blond hair
Started racking up the wickets with skill and flair
Stitched
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