Apfel - The Specialist lyrics

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 f** 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 sh** 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 f** an Optimo Situation less than optimal once your pockets low So I'm trying to maintain sh** pa**ed down from my elders Can't hear you talking sh** I never felt a word you said Babbling that helter skelter When the Rainman approach whack f**s 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 f** these dudes is We just smooth manoeuvring Dodging bullsh** from pipelines to sewers and swamps Cop an ounce and package that sh** up in twamps After that I switch the mic on and give em just what they want You's a rea**urance of the current To keep p**y 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