Da'Pro

[Verse 1]

I'ma throw it like Santana

Jo-han, yo' man is a ho like damn Santa

Lemme illustrate like Dan Hanna

What I am, see this man is a grandstanda

I'm a grand planna, and what I want is

40 acres, no mule, land in Atlanta

Sand in Havana, ran to Indiana

Then came back for the green like Bruce Banner

Used to rock a bandana

And dream of driving in a car same color as a ban-ana

But now I'm smarter than a fifth grader

Which hater wanna try to rub it in like hand sani-

-tizer, realize that I'm a lot wiser

But I won't blow my top like a hot geyser

So put away the damn camera

I don't smoke coco, po po on the damn scanner

Hoping they can apprehend, African-

American men in a planned manner

But I ain't fallin' for the okey-doke

So back away, and turn yourself around like the hokey poke

Is this a racist nation or is it just my imagination

Like the song that Smokey wrote

[Hook]

Tonight on this very mic you about to hear, I swear, the best darn artist of the year

So so cheerio yell scream bravo, also, if you didn't know, this is called Da' Pro

I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm a professional, and that's no question yo

[Verse 2]

I be the...

Gateway, better know the fact

The way that some believe the weed might lead to the coke or crack

I'mma take you onto harder shit

This a starter kit

To bring back what is dope in rap

The game's up in traction right now

And that shit on the radio: broken back

Or worse yet: stroke attack

You like it rough? It's the Brooklyn Strangler

Choke a track

I be hopin' that

Maybe one day, them old clubs I used to go to: open back

I'm so nostalgic, I'mma yoke a cat

Because of the fact he stepped on my Croaker sacks

Nah I'm lyin', never had a pair

Where I'm from 40 Belows and fatigues was the outer wear

Want y'all to hear me loud and clear

If you don't care for the real shit then get outta here

[Hook]