Im A Professional

[Intro]
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, a road general
I've been eating up so many MCs, I need to mind my cholesterol

[Chorus]
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, a road general
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, a road general
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, a road general
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, a road general
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, a road general
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, a road general
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, a road general
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, a road general

[Verse 1]
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, I roll general
The way I'm writing
Rotten, they don't like him
Say they're gonna try and stop him but I'll never fall
Be sensible
If there's beef, go get a fork
But you eat with my hands
On the road, I'm rolling six deep with gang
Bredders don't wanna eat you, me too
But I'll still digest a few, vegetable
I'm on taking the shine, you weren't meant to ball
You can't attack me bellow the fence at all
That's stupid, for the loose lips
You can hold plenty of beats like Rude Kid, true shit
I'm making more noise than a festival
You think you're big but I ain't impressed at all
It's like grime MCs don't wanna work hard
Me? Nah, I ain't got no time to rest at all

[Chorus]
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, a road general
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, a road general
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, a road general
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, a road general

[Verse 2]
Call my name on a set and it can get technical
Big dogs, I won't pet to call
Take the leash off, tell 'em to get the food
Then after the bluff, forget collectables
If you didn't know, I'm bound to blow
Like putting a flame right next to the petrol
I'm after the emeralds, gotta get the jewels
You're big balling, I'll give your neck a ball
Sending for me ain't acceptable
I go sick, I shot the whole clique
Ask Voltage, when I'm on set, it's electrical
The girl's smart, enter the jet for the star
I bet you ain't seen a head bubble
I'm dying to bust like I ain't had sex at all
You're not straight, you're bisexual
Dun know I burst eight when I get the tool

[Chorus]
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, a road general
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, a road general
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, a road general
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, a road general

[Verse 3]
I've been eating up so many MCs lately
I need to mind my cholesterol
My fans knew me as Young Dot
But now it's Dot Rotten
I'm gonna need to correct them all
I got twenty one pages of friends requests
It's upsetting because I don't accept 'em all
Don't push me, best MC? Yeah, I could be
Straight from the South West hood, g
They ain't man enough to clash me
Actually, pussy hole, you ain't got no testicles
I roll with the best of all that licks heads off a shoulder's
But afar from a [?]
Little students better get to school
They can't pass the test, don't test at all
Record labels haven't identified me
Because I'm moving extraterrestrial

[Chorus]
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, a road general
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, a road general
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, a road general
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, a road general
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, a road general
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, a road general
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, a road general
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, a road general