The Pros - Madlib, OH No, The Professionals

Look, look

Uh, shit, I could squeeze blood out the dryer stone

Buzzed out of space that the astronaut pilots flown

Above the clouds and when I’m down I’m on an iron throne

When niggas act wild they get thrown into a lion tomb

Welcome to the riot zone

Where all eyes is on I alone with Madlib

Burn the track like Firestone to Pirellis

We prevail, the stack a little fetti

The acts are petty, got 'em jelly

Get Makaveli down, like a deli I got bread bakin'

I could roast beef and pigs, to me that’s a damn bacon

Shit is landbreakin'

See, I can see y’all shook the way y’all hand shakin'

'Cause we roll sharp as machetes, what you make is Madlib

You see how many emcees I run through

If I want to I haunt you

I haunt you if I want to

If I want to I walk up and give a nigga that one-two

When I come through it’s Sun Tzu

It’s Sun Tzu when I come through

The one who is quick to have an attitude like fuck you

For the bucktooth

We kept it professional, give it up, fool

And then you’re through

And then you’re through

and then you’re through

And make all them punk-ass coworkers of yours catch those vapers as you be off

and about.

You going?

We fly you there.

You been?

We done already flew up in

there

You see that nigga ridin'?

Y’all niggas funny 'round here.

Y’all niggas ain’t

gettin' no money.

I’ve been getting this shit since I was motherfuckin' in

junior high school, nigga, I feel like I was a star for life.

Y’all niggas

selling coke and getting bad ends, sellin' dubs and dimes and shit.

Nigga, don’t sell tens.

Nigga, sell thousands, sell motherfuckin' bricks,

nigga.

Stop doing the smalltime, nigga.

Do it big, you ever heard that saying?