Professional Style – AZ (feat. Alche)

[Intro: AZ]
Y’all know what it is…
Brooklyn’s finest!
Wild money zone!
AZ… Alchemist!
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!
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 comin’ soon!
AZ… Alchemist…
“Chemistry Files”!
Add it up, dunn! [beat stops]