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Pros don't hang where the amateurs dwell
We set a standard for ourselves, we hammered the nail
It's action, soon as the camera's unveiled
J. Ack and Shadcore, we like Sam and Denzel

(What you mean asking me a question like that)

Welcome to the Kill Room, storage for mutilated carcasses
Come and get what you got coming to you like Marcus did
From the Book of Saw, raw anthropophagite
We top seeded, the other guys should go fly a kite
Let me take you on patrol through Lakeview Terrace
It's clear now how meeting evil would make you nervous
Around two trained pros in Special Weapons and Tactics
Appear barely lethal with arrows sharper than Katniss
Or spines on a cactus, a split between them boys is unthinkable
As unbreakable as bullet proof glass is
State of the art, with transmutable features
Not surprised the illuminati kept our invasion a secret
Iconic Screengems, the headspace Jay into
Saber Lumens lacerate the face, Mace Windu
Phantom Menace of the Opera, my throat chakras a problem for
Ballers, so shut it down, Coach Carter

Pros don't hang where the amateurs dwell
We set a standard for ourselves, we hammered the nail
It's action, soon as the camera's unveiled
J. Ack and Shadcore, we like Sam and Denzel
It reads, Big Dogs, when we stand on the scale
Beat the beat up so bad, it could land us in jail
It's scary as Annabelle, how we gel so well
J. Ack and Shadcore, we like Sam and Denzel

I'm a giant slayer, I'm talking Fe Fi
You would think I stole the playbook of Eli
He fly as an eagle, but he's no Philadelphian
You want beef, it's gon' be brief as a pelican
Cause when I spit the k, verbal bullets ricochet
Flying every which of way, he got hit with a stray
Defenseless, when he was hopping them fences
He's fallen cause he's tired, now he's bleeding crimson
Should've stayed on his P's and John Q's
I took flight, this felt just like De Ja Vu'
Cause I knew the cops would soon come, each one with two guns
Eager to do something gruesome, but
If the game is unbalanced in the people's eyes
I'll take a mallet off the shelf, and go and equalize
Until I'm out of time, not looking for no glory
I'm just a bone collector, sharing my soldier's story.


Pros don't hang where the amateurs dwell
We set a standard for ourselves, we hammered the nail
It's action, soon as the camera's unveiled
J. Ack and Shadcore, we like Sam and Denzel
It reads, "Big Dogs", when we stand on the scale
Beat the beat up so bad, it could land us in jail
It's scary as Annabelle, how we gel so well
J. Ack and Shadcore, we like Sam and Denzel