Текст The Alchemist – Professional Style
Текст:
Intro: AZ
Y’all know what it is…
Brooklyn’s finest!
Wild money zone!
Doin’ what I do best… what y’all can’t do!
I’m ’bout to hop on the biggest muhfuckin’ boat ever!
The Queen Mary…
‘Bout to cross the muhfuckin’ Mediterranean.
Y’all motherfuckers at war!
AZ:
Cruise ships sail out, — inmates bail out!
D’s flipped my day one, dog; we finally fell out!
Identifyin’ bodies at morgues, I need rest!
I pro’ly with the faces enforced with weed breath.
Patron out my pores keep you feelin’ the vibe, I’m ‘noyed!
No hog! I’m concealin’ my cries, avoid.
Manic-depress’ shit, — Hannibal Lect-ic;
Let off a few shots dip, — ran through the exit!
Breathing hard
I’m too old for this!
All these diamonds in these wrists-es and my necklaces-es
Supposed to be 9 digits up, — effortless;
But it’s like I been posessed by «The Exorcist».
Forgive me! — No Emmy’s or roleplay here,
Just a Bentley 2-door with the cold-faced stare;
So, YEAH! (YEAH!) — Cool, whatever.
Blunts, bottles or broads nigga do whatever!
Blood, bullets or war’ll be the move forever,
Single solo or crew send them dudes to dead ya!
Truly, I ain’t apply my pressure game in a while.
Ruly I’m really moody; — aggress only foul,
Disconnected now, so press redial! — I’m gone!
Outro: AZ
Alc’!
It’s all good… straight from the heart!
I speak it, I live it, I love it!
New album comin’ soon!
AZ… Alchemist…
«Chemistry Files»!
Add it up, dunn!
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