The Specialist

The screen glowing
Zoning out to Tarantino
I favor the original
You waiting on a sequel
You be skimming through the blogs
I’d rather listen to the Beatles
Gone off that wax and needle
I cannot see you levitating off the ground
You I stay the fuck from round
Things are looking up for them when they pulling me down
My work ethic is unmatched
And they hate me for that
Stressin’ til my shit is perfected
Matter of fact
I’m a word surgeon specialist
Possessed no exorcist
Injecting excrements into anybody who’s testing this
Blunts roll a Backwood
Fuck an Optimo
Situation less than optimal once your pockets low
So I’m trying to maintain shit passed down from my elders
Can’t hear you talking
Shit I never felt a word you said
Babbling that helter skelter
When the Rainman approach whack fucks running for shelter
Hitting them with cold showers
More money and more power
The free souls devoured and turn to cowards
Who then turn to powder just to keep their egos boosted
Don’t know who the fuck these dudes is
We just smooth manoeuvring
Dodging bullshit from pipelines to sewers and swamps
Cop an ounce and package that shit up in twamps
After that I switch the mic on and give em just what they want
You’s a reassurance of the current
To keep pussy execs purring
These flowers Dutch my concentrates is German
Let them know what the word is when laying verses

[Outro]
The Specialist
Possessed no exorcist
Injecting…if you step to this