Just throw your hands in the air
And wave them as if it's of no importance to you
Just throw your hands in the air
As though it's not very important
I'm so lyrical it's a miracle
I'm not satirical, I'm bein' real, ya fool
When I hit the mic it'll leave you frightened
Like I'm Lennox Lewis and you're that bitch Tyson
Lewis, Tyson, yeah it's on
I watched that fight with Amanda's mom!
I'm a consummate professional
An intelligent vegetable
I come in your vestibule
Examine your testicle
A professional wrestler?
Like Theodore Huxtible
Is Play-Doh digestible?
Heaven's to Bets-ible
Consummate Professional.
I'm a lyrical emissary
With a stellar vocabulary
I know lots of words to say
They call me consummate professional
& I say what?
It ain't bragging if you do it
& you back it up
We would never steal nothing from Kid Rock
But we did steal this dance from New Kids on The Block
Whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Consummate Professional
When it comes to writing rhymes
Sometimes I throw fits
I can never seem to find the word that perfectly fits
But I try real hard & I think it comes through
With the image & the style I portray to you
So I ain't frontin' when I'm grunting
Just to fill a gap (grunt)
It takes a lot of talent to write this crap
So I may not be a freestyle rapper
I'll write the phat rhymes in my trapper
I'll rock your mass from opening hymn
To closing processional
I'm DJ TJ MAXXX
& I'm a consummate professional
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