Lyrics:
The Professional..
I build lyrics like a monument
most dominant I drop bombs with common sense
the inipatant scientist a perfectionist
a lyrical
change
When a man get some money
I stay payin dues
On my P's and Q's
And regardless to what they say
I'm leavin suckas confused
Now let me recollect
Take
hoe
Just go home
Get back in your Mercedes on your solo
Wrap it up rapid, got the studio blasting
Pack my bag, I got a package
Bag of lyrics, it's
niggas
Lyric by lyric
Lyrical killer on the microphone
I'm out
Young Steez nigga, fuck you mean nigga, trippsquad who I be nigga
Uh yeah ooh
Yeah ooh
up
The lyrics hitting like a hundred rounds
I got my own sound
I'm like that's tough
When you complain about me
But what would you be talking bout
keep a nine right by my side
If I call 'em up I know my hitters down to slide
I'm still writing lyrics in the booth mane fuck a nine to five
R.i.p. to my
his mind to reveal the God
Bitch wait Anni a monster
Little boy Produced by the monster
I'm a Don keep me calm
Who be sane can be wrong
Who be dead can
Ha ha ha ha hah, I'm laughing with my mobb
While you remained confused by me
The Prodigy
You put your verse I put my verse in
We see who really
speaking there should stop
It's written when I drop
Your shit gonna flop
Your kicking so sloppy
Getting spank by your papi
You should know my P
They call me
with
Rhythms that's resemblin' glue
Yep, I'm comin' up with
Lyrics that's resemblin' sap
And you're connected by the ear
'cause I'm sticky like that
motherfuckers in the cold
No need to be told, cause when you got a million po' people
Gettin ganked, by a few that are rich and evil
But it's illegal,
all this money 'cause it freeze
Scamming in Miami by the beach
Telling on your homies, that ain't Z
Boy, I heard you ratted for a cheesecake
This
Northern Califoolya got the talent
Play mindgames and talk slick and slide in
That's why the P's be poppin' and the mackin' be multiplyin'
[Chorus]
Me
just to get home
I'm spiritually outta this world
Meet my lyrics on the darkside come back when the dutchie get twirled
I'm the alpha and omega
this song all the people having fun
Music is what I'm living for
If you are feeling weak so deep inside
No place to run, no place to hide
R. E. S. P
price
不同的女人的香水
马屁精在你的周围
Surrounded by different women and sycophants
回到了家里面一个人的
时候是否会害怕
whether you are sacred when you are home
你是否
怀念你小时候
Whether you
speak upon the microphone
I'm outspoken, no jokin', get in my face your jaw will get broken
Layin' it, sayin' it, then you're playing it
Lyrics so heavy
the Tribe, side by side
Third stage is the Moc
Unifying lyrics until my tongue drops
Considered as an mc klepto
Techniques could be beat, you think so?
[Prince Poetry]
Capital P-to-the-are-to-the, I-to-the-N-to-the-see-to
the-E-to-the-P-to-the-O-to-the-E.. TRY harder, don't bother
Prince Poetry,
I wanna be an artist
I wanna be a -P
I wanna be a creator
Set your mind free
I wanna be an artist
I wanna be a -P
I wanna be a creator
Set your mind
Yeah start me up on this skout
Ugh yeah ugh
R E P
Behind me rewind me
It's R E P
Galaxy and corrupt yeah
Phish and skout you know what we's about
Uh
they got my God mistaken see how lost this generation is
Religion causes separation
That's why I'm highly spiritual see what my lyrics about
You
locksmith
Raised in the jungle, you would think I'm adopted
By some gorillas, monkeys or chimpanzees
Bare tings ah gwan as I creep through the backstreets
how we roll out here in PVD tho
Sipping 'gnac sitting back bumping IGOR
Straight out the 4, from Slitty and Joe
Rocking Dior while listening to P Smoke
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