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Prof

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Hostage

(альбом: Kaiser Von Powderhorn 2 - 2010)


Bitch, I'm completely fucking retarded
Swerving through the lanes of the game like I'm carsick
Rose up myself with no misstep
He tell me I'm the best and I ain't even rich yet
Yeah! Ain't nobody like me
Fruity emcees filled with Hi-C
Down syndrome up in my IV
Bucking like a mafucka' getting crazy!
Pound for pound, I'll match up with anybody
On the track, it's a fact, bitch, tell me something!
I fold you backwards, ass-first through botox, douchebag rappers!
When they see that cold-guy roll by, they like, "Oh my!"
"Prof, when the album drop? ", Tell 'em to hold tight
Eh, don't you know I got the studio jumping?
The CD's a miracle, Gampo 2's coming

Ya' got that? (Aye!)
Ya' got that? (Aye!)
Ya' got that? (Aye!)
Ya' got that? (Aye!)

Ya' got that? (Aye!)
Ya' got that? (Aye!)
Ya' got that? (Aye!)
Ya' got that? (Aye!)

Ugh, Konnichiwa snitch
Prof's about to go break your jaw, bitch
And ain't anybody here, soft-shit
And don't make me up and leave with a hostage
I'm extra diesel, best believe I likes you people
Y'all felt up, I'm untouchable like nests of eagles
You're rin-tin-tin, young Prof is a Gampo kingpin, let it sink in
I'm an all-mighty artifact, intact, in fact, push your skin back from the impact
Get it straight bitch, I'm tougher than nails
Can't fail, made from sperm out the cup of the grail, holding your shit, holy shit
I'm as cold as it gets, open you up like a muzzle with clips
I'm Indiana Jones coated with chrome
Ballsack, rolling me back for dinner at home

Ya' got that? (Aye!)
Ya' got that? (Aye!)
Ya' got that? (Aye!)
Ya' got that? (Aye!)

Ya' got that? (Aye!)
Ya' got that? (Aye!)
Ya' got that? (Aye!)
Ya' got that? (Aye!)

Yeah, I'm hard fluoride, four eyes couldn't even see your short side
You short guys, on the seats courtside
While I'm in the game, playing
I'll leave this track so beat-the-fuck-up, you would've thought it was a gangbang!
Aha... that's what it is bitch!
Prof, put together just like a fist is
Drip, drip, me clean, morphine
Your whole crew is doughnuts and I'm tired of the whole scene
Aye, you've been hit by a smooth criminal
Prof is in the kitchen eating vitamins and minerals
Prof is in the mall, hitting on women in intervals
Prof is getting into fights like he is invincible!
Kaiser Vin Powderhorn, I'm a general

Ya' got that? (Aye!)
Ya' got that? (Aye!)
Ya' got that? (Aye!)
Ya' got that? (Aye!)

Ya' got that? (Aye!)
Ya' got that? (Aye!)
Ya' got that? (Aye!)
Ya' got that? (Aye!)

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