Lyrics:
I fought in Brazil, I fought in Japan
I wrestled with the Chechens and in Dagestan
I worked amateur promotions all over the States
I always showed
witnesses, what you think this is?
Ain't no amateurs here, I damage and tear
Mc's fear me, they too near not to hear me
Clearly, I'm the triple beam dream
the grade
I can spot an amateur, appreciate a connesseur at his trade
Who would qualify, no alibi to be the guy who takes his time
attitude
nothing more than master blaster
Friday is the night to stay
time now for amateur parade
nothing more than proper posture
said loose goose it's all
to hold a grudge,
Your average amateurs panic and choke,
They aint actually dope, they're high on cannabis smoke,
I'm still the man if I don't blow a grand
to let things slip away!
Don't ask me how I know, I just do
Night Surgeon dons his robes to take apart a fellow amateur!
You may have heard it said one
as drinking dragged him down
So in dancing peace I found
They called me a tourist when I began to dance
An amateur and courtesan when I came to France
year old amateur operator thus became
The only person to hear Christa's last desperate communique
"We're alive, we're alive, we're alive"
It came
the way things really used to be
Not the way we remember them at all
Packed up, sat in my DeLorean
Like some kind of amateur historian
I'll visit
alive, came alive
And so the poor old amateur operator thus became the only person to hear
Christa's last desperate communique
We're alive, we're alive,
to a backboard, never to a hearse.
Because DOA victims are for amateurs,
I do it my safe way, you do it yours,
Like Raley's or Lucky's or Albertsons.
Did
homie that's why I won't let my hair grow
Been acting the part like I got my own TV show
Anxiety just like an amateur on Apollo
Like Annie hope the sun
of an elephant
dope boy stamina
I ain't taken pictures
I'm too cool for the camera
flossin' on you bitches like the boss
you'z an amateur
blame it on your
(john fiddler/overend watts)
Professionals. amateurs.
Step on the gas - I can't slow down now
Keep on the grass - I'm movin' too fast
What's it
ma bulle
Je m'adresse à ceux qui spéculent si t'as un label signe moi
As-tu déjà donné sa chance à un artiste amateur?
Qui a déjà touché le fond
Qui
sipping a little cognac
Take a fine b**** back to her apartment
Get it until I'm done airtime without a sponsor
Dammit I'm tired of all these amateurs
Step
attack with tracks that's sloppy and amatuer
Fill the Flux Capacitor hit the gas and I blast to the golden era of Boom-Bap
Bring it back touch it up with
armes dont tu te sers
Mais ce piège ne tromperait qu'un amateur
Ton âme sœur est une meilleure adversaire
Tes états d'âmes sont pour moi Éric
Comme
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Yah you stay the distance you might escape the massacre
So basic instinct will alienate you amateurs
To gain some entrance they trying
before I damage ya (I damage ya)
Another amateur you ain't getting the caliber
Do you remember I started out as the barrister
Not even manager take a look
Herschel's hands
Allowed the world to see how wide
Is Uranus!
No more a hobby, for the few
Thanks to the astro-amateurs
Now everyone can enjoy the view
Peggy been uncut since E.I
All these amateurs, they can't keep up with my stamina (nope)
Ebony, wrong category
You ain't built for what you backin' up
holds my gaze in cafes
I will rate and grade while my poker face surveys
I'm a lone ghost taking notes
for an amateur social science, spying happily
holds my gaze in cafes
I will rate and grade while my poker face surveys
I'm a lone ghost taking notes
for an amateur social science, spying happily
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