Lyrics:
Tempers flare
Screams are heard
To uphold the profession
Time and time and times again
I will not play your game
I ask you once a billion times
goes back juss like them splinters an 'em temps, uh
met this bitch that was in Houston, said she was from Houston,
said her profession was stackin
listening
Well, you've got to be joking
Oh, you understand change
And you think it's essential
But when your profession
Is humiliation
Say
calm
Acts like he has a dream
Full of passion
You don't trust me, huh?
You know why
I do
We're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession
calm
Acts like he has a dream
Full of passion
You don't trust me, huh?
You know why
I do
We're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession
Rappers: Ask yourself the same question
Why am I best in this profession?
Is it because you're scared to step to me, yo
Or the things Marley does
a straight face
and just when there's a new song I feel like I dont belong in this place
hip hop is my proffesion, so I gotta keep on guessing
make it black
better keep your bitch out the Bay
[E-40]
The less fortunate
The sluts, the drug abusers
Oldest profession known to mankind
is prostitution
When I
Uh, maybe in some other lifetime
Or somewhere down the road
We might meet up at the right time
Girls come with the profession
When you write rhymes
the pussy good, I told her it was bootah
Asked me what my profession is, I told her I'm a shooter
Detectives want to question me, I ain't talking to you
Gettin' paid to shut down the show is my profession
Fuck keepin' it easy I am not above aggression
Approach if you want but use your own discretion
When
family
For a minute I forgot my profession
Not from Columbia or Nicaragua
Don't distribute coke from Antigua
That shipped out to Panama
Pablo Escobar's
confession
Is lyrical aggression
Through indiscretion that
Triggers anti-depression
When addressin' my profession
In every session
The fact that I'm alive is
apasiona su profesión
Siembra pura de la buena
Asociado con el viejón
Su apellido es Ortega
En la ciudad de Tijuana
Tiene su equipo el señor
Pura
you don't want it with me, cause I'm an extremist. (Muah)
Master with my craft profession, still theres a vast connection.
Go and grab your weapon. I'm
blessing
Think about it so much you would
Have though it was my profession
I Know that, I know that
I know that i said it
You my reflection but you reflect
Delicatessen
Other profession
Growing muscle meat
Bring in the carcass
Where'd you get the body?
Speak our blasphemy
Organ farmer, organ farmer
listen
Don't like bein' questioned and don't like bein' less than
Any a competition in any of my professions
So I gotta guess then, I gotta stay
sad profession Now stick with me and IÆll betray you For should I lose my bad depression My splendid art I will betray you Charlotte Anne I do
we all find salvation
In professions that heal
I hear you calling, you
Don't have to call so loud
I see you falling and you don't
Have to walk so
Rappers: Ask yourself the same question
Why am I best in this profession?
Is it because you're scared to step to me, yo
Or the things Marley does
this way cause it's my profession
You don't have to go to high school to be an MC
But you got to know the value and means, of money
'Cause a lot
chicos de hoy
Nómadas de profesión
Con la vida delante
Y toda la ilusión
Estamos hechos así
Miramos siempre al futuro
Y nos imaginamos
Un
Se busca !!
Su nombre; jesus de nazareth,
edad; 33 años,
origen; judio,
profesion; carpintero,
se le acusa de predicar la verdad,
de llamarse hijo
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