The Alchemist - Professional Style lyrics

(AZ) Y'all know what it is, Brooklyn's finest Wild money zone, AZ, Alchemist Doin what I do best, what y'all can't do I'm 'bout to hop on the biggest muh'f**in boat ever The Queen Mary, 'bout to cross the muh'f**in Mediterranean Y'all motherf**ers at war Cruise ships sail out, inmates bail out D's flipped my day one dog, we finally fell out Identifyin bodies at morgues, I need rest I parlay with the faces, enforced with weed breath Patron out my pores keep you feelin the vibe I'm 'noyed No hog, I'm concealin my cries, avoid Manic-depress' sh**, Hannibal Lect-ic Let off a few shots dip, ran through the exit {*breathing hard*} I'm too old for this All these diamonds in these wrists-es and my necklaces-es Supposed to be 9 digits up, effortless But it's like I been posessed by the Exorcist Forgive me, no Emmy's or roleplay here Just a Bentley 2-door with the cold-faced stare So YEAH... cool, whatever Blunts, bottles or broads n***a do whatever Blood, bullets or war'll be the move forever Single solo or crew send them dudes to dead ya Yessir, professional style Truly, I ain't apply my pressure game in a while Ruly I'm really moody, aggress only foul Disconnected now, so press redial, I'm gone Alc, it's all good, straight from the heart I speak it I live it I love it New album comin soon, AZ, Alchemist Chemistry Files, add it up dunn