Professional Style

(album: L.O.D.B: Last Of A Dying Breed - 2013)

[Intro: AZ]
Y'all know what it is...
Brooklyn's finest!
Wild money zone!
AZ... Alchemist!
Doing what I do best... what y'all can't do!
I'm 'bout to hop on the biggest muhfucking boat ever!
The Queen Mary...
'Bout to cross the muhfucking 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!
Identifying bodies at morgues, I need rest!
I pro'ly with the faces enforced with weed breath.
Patron out my pores keep you feeling the vibe, I'm 'noyed!
No hog! I'm concealing 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!
Yes, sir! Haha! Professional style,
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 coming soon!
AZ... Alchemist...
"Chemistry Files"!
Add it up, dunn! [beat stops]