Trak List

[Chorus: Pro the Leader]
I looked at your tracklist, you got some ill features
And it appears goo, but your album ain't shit
You got so and so to produce you a track
Yeah he got paid a grip, but his beats ain't shit
I looked at your tracklist, you got some ill features
And it appears goo, but your album ain't shit
You got so and so to produce you a track
Yeah he got paid a grip, but his beats ain't shit

[Verse 1: The Holocaust]
You will remember, the savage sword of the Emperor
A skull and MechWarrior gear, as you enter
A rebel spirit, electric charge your brain cancer
War scout, soldier, gunner, defender and commander
How things went bad for the controversial defender
Ruffle feathers and opinions galore, your soul's rendered
A look back in Castlevania, a dark symphony of titanium
The place blown to smithereens by some uranium
You're a casualty of intergalactic war
I was not very happy with your response
I'm a bullet which Cloud City battle launched
A long time ago I caused explosions in a war
Now today I'm here to cause explosions for ever more
Chopping blocks will dominantly be revealed in Hip Hop
Your backbone is connected to you ear bone so stop
Or get dropped down onto a cage sit down and watch
Sally Doe, it's not possible to make me drop
Fire violinist, outside Arena Rock
The Ghost Recon Holocaust was unlocked

[Chorus: Pro the Leader]
I looked at your tracklist, you got some ill features
And it appears goo, but your album ain't shit
You got so and so to produce you a track
Yeah he got paid a grip, but his beats ain't shit
I looked at your tracklist, you got some ill features
And it appears goo, but your album ain't shit
You got so and so to produce you a track
Yeah he got paid a grip, but his beats ain't shit

[Verse 2: Pro the Leader]
Sound waves, examine the moves made
You couldn't get out of the way, your reaction time was too late
To underestimate me is a detrimental mistake
Write rhymes like mines that are strategically placed
Dog, we laugh in the face of adversity
I got these crazy motherfuckers always chasing me
Basically, I don't really care who you claim to be
Fools be on an Ego-trip but not ultra magnetic style
Feel the hardcore verbal critical beat down
It's high as fuck stand in room only nowhere to sit down
Disattach my forearm (artillery), watch it transform into a mic now
Mechanical mic-hand
Yeah, 'The Hulk' versus The fucking Thing
Oh that's right, when it comes to Pro you're not knowing
While fools be all out for the sales like Terrell Owens
And did I mention when I see the mic I'ma rip it
Don't make me exile you rappers to a timeless alternate dimension
I don't care how many blunts you're blowing back
Been there, done that, I don't wanna hear your wack raps
Spend my whole life consumed in this
Marvel in my hype flow, fuck it dog I might blow
And I advise you fools not to ever step to The Professional

[Chorus: Pro the Leader]
I looked at your tracklist, you got some ill features
And it appears goo, but your album ain't shit
You got so and so to produce you a track
Yeah he got paid a grip, but his beats ain't shit
I looked at your tracklist, you got some ill features
And it appears goo, but your album ain't shit
You got so and so to produce you a track
Yeah he got paid a grip, but his beats ain't shit