Profreshionals (feat. Ill Bill & Slaine) - DJ JS-1, Slaine, Ill Bill

Dey can’t predict you the usual

You’re better of course nowadays they all specialist

Call me the specialist professional professor a this rap (science)

Yo I’m not placed between probs of death

And undead the cross space between yo final breath

And yo long bleed you try to hold on but the call from beyond

Was around overwhelming strong and fundamentally gone

Thou your vital side seems to function you wanna kill something

Then feel bloodshed without it you undress

A cross without soul voices of the people that you love was left in your mind

rock

In thank god for mercy of faith universal hate bitches

In church proclaim murder that change we demolish the kings=dom off the high

And deny realistic you wonder if our style trying to fine

Biscuits puttin up to yo enemies hadin what he would so to you if you were

In the same position that he was in drowning in the pool of blood that he was

But you’re the grim-reaper's friend put him underneath his death bed

One thing thou dream about it it’s very different

The snakes before they always had a reason to be

When reason have me freezing i can easily see the cold reality

And twist of long gain salaries thru the doctor take place

Like has been heroine thats puttin all my friends into head locks

We was scared thinking we could virtually arrest drugs

Instead a living the years almost dreamt about my doing scared things

Like having kids outta wed-lock, oppress for mixes pushing it straight

Crooked looking oh wat could I do its so long everyone

Here looking at you they treat me like animals at tha zoo

When i’m on stage when they see me at the movie theatre

Groupie scared of me and you like they truly scared of people thinking

That I changed i’m the same as I ever was biger balls, bigger guns money drugs