Yes, a professional. Yes, a professional. I'm quite adept. They know I'm a threat. They know I'm professional. They know I'm professional. I'm quite adept. They know I'm a threat.I'm typically speaking half black, half Puerto Rican. My ongoing sitting in transit, I'm trying to plan it. I was sitting back, trying to elaborate to the magistrate. I would devastate any counselor in the dry state. Manic depression, my impression, I would decimate. Aggression got me sitting here, thinking about suggestions. If I rap, if I write, if I broke, if I solve it. Ride around my ways and my applause, I revolve it.Shame goes for those kind playing with they nose. Wank out, holding this place, paying the toll, going through the collision, through a bridge. What it is in this game that I hate, in this life that I live, I'm on.Yes, a professional. Yes, a professional. I'm quite adept. They know I'm a threat. They know I'm professional. They know I'm professional. I'm quite adept. They know I'm a threat.Clinical vision, I can see them. Circumcised them. Cutting me off with my blood pumping. I say I'm humping on the streets as I blaze something. I'm trying to walk through the wisdoms and the isms of the age. I wade through the blaze as I'm sitting on the street. In the days, I be climbing up the wall. I've been walking on the wave. That GPS strapped with the ball on my chest. Acting holy like an angel, like I'm ready for my death.What is left for renegade? I'm a beast. I've been brave. I've been talking to these people. They don't know I'm not ashamed. In these streets, I was raised with the least. I remember those days with no food and no heat. I'm adept. Yes, a professional. Yes, a professional. I'm quite adept. They know I'm a threat. They know I'm professional. They know I'm professional.I'm quite adept. They know I'm a threat.