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The Professionals lyrics by Masterminds

Verse 1: Oracle
We got professional attire fire where we desire
On dum dums and hollow heads whose rhymes are tired
Verbal roulette in dire need of someone skilled to set it
Entire words resemble lead shells before the spreading
Out break the setting paramedic are needed
And anesthetics for those who ain’t already weeded
Let’s proceed to the root of the topic y’all need to stop it
Trying to make the cut like Bobbit get smoked like chronic
And it feels good bustin these fluid flows at you with precise aim
You’re the target inside of the frame
High octane used to light the frame
To fuse the bombs and grenades that are under the stage
You shouldn’t have came we give you nightmares like Dana Dane
On Elm Street we gotta nose for this and you smell weak
Not even Hellen Keller could feel your rhymes
We came to take you out and it’s now it’s about time

Chorus:(x2)
If you expecting a lesson from lyrical weapons
This message is directing to you from the professional two
Cause we be non-stop rocking it, rocking it
Say rocking it‚ rocking it‚ rocking it‚ rocking it

Verse 2: Kimani
We on the come up, and accolades here won’t even sum up
The read deal or real feel on steel wheels
We melting wax at the test press
You best bring an extra needle when minds come to rock like the Beatles
Let my pants sag like ears on your beagle
Your feeble attempts to stop me be coming up short like Dr. Evil’s
Little counterpart, we clear to counter art
Or make the art that counts‚ produce the mass amounts
Bounce the word out Masterminds here to take nerds out
Who thought they was fresh but in fact it really turns out
They burnt out like churches in Alabama
From Atlanta to Havana they saying we great like Alexander
And it’s intense, light up the mic just like it’s incense
You saying I’m nice and know Kimani’s always been since
Hunter High School where my crew we left our imprints
Me and E-Dub first ave Hawks and Hitmen
Now pimping on 97th off off Amsterdam, when I connect just like an Ampersand kids be trampling to catch a sample of
The joints that I drop‚ raw Hip-Hop
You move to quick and you’re bound to get shot