Cold American Beach
The Professional Lyrics

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Cold American Beach (Prod. By SkareKrow)

(The Professional (Warcloud)
(Cold American Beach) Yeah (this is for the Cold American Beach) Yeah (Gat celestial missile toe) Yeah
You best back off me before I make you my next offering to God
Hip-Hop made me an offer that I couldn't refuse
And while you're concerned with the battle it's the war I won't lose
Chose which style should I use, there's too many choices to make

Like who's the next opponent that I'm going to have to eliminate
I'm sick of people everyday trying to get loud and hold conversations on things they know nothing about
Word too many, situations rise in a curve like who's the next shit mouth that I'm going to have to face
Or raps place you in Fidel Wraps in an intricate maze
Yo, YOU DON'T KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME,
CRACKS FACTORY, PRO'S LABORATORY, CHILLIN WITH ALCATRAZ B.
I'll rip off all your limbs; piss down your throat (grimy), STOMP YOU OUT IN NEW TIMBS…

(Warcloud)
Nightmare vibrant, Alcatraz Jig-Saw Puzzle
Elite group of warriors like a gathered army of scientists
Onslaught appliances, look up the word mayhem
We came to slay men, leave dampened caves grim
Technique is flat hat, and you bitches is bi-proxy
Rappers is cabbage heads, in five New York boroughs the caballero
By means of by hook or by crook, ?I call all it?
Rappers mutilated cadavers, yeah my mossy jerk calendars
I rest excalibur in any noble mans skull, skull
Calisthenic calamitous ch-callus
Cough off my call girl calligraphy, Enlistment fucks up your physical education
School of assassination, like that first Mason, like that first Mason
Lyrics calculate calculated calculatings in enumerative death calculations
like a cereal killing fucking calculus calculator
Grey Asia, Asian plumb, Fiji Water, like Chinese Fist Boxing
Poetry audimator, the reanimater, Wu-Tang exorcist, perfectionist
By hand or to hollow tip to bury your parliamentary
old legend of Dead Horse fist boxing
Enhance Holocaust, bahama koala… props, yeah, bahama koala props
The sky is high; the clouds are low, slow hand death blow
Rhyme record book… gun record book, take a second look
I leave crews subdued, spark in the dark Martial Arts
Master piece maverick, narrow minded maximum
Veteran mass produce massacre, poetry poltergeist Wu-Tang medicine book
Intelligent crooks

(The Professional)
YEAH, YO catch me rapping from my camouflage helicopter
Don't get caught in my propeller blade, renegade assassin
Slit your throat because I think its time for some action
Hardcore start a verbal brutal murder attack, missile launcher on the back led
Loose your crew, is no longer in tact, dis-attach body parts, dismemberment
Pain and suffering is all your soul is going to remember when I return you to the essence
No ones going to reminisce on you're pissed on carcass
This made heartless, don't fuck around with the real artists
I'm here to teach you cowards a lesson
Trying to send me a letter, but I burn up your subliminal messages
AK-47s extra long banana clips
Murder all you fuckers, now I'm in a bunker blood drenched
Reaching down in my muddy Timbos, blazing white widow
Metamorphosize in to Windigo

(Warcloud)
This is pacificatory ice death, coast Los Angeles, Tokyo opium
Alcatraz yo, he's bravado brolio stricken a house with Polio,
Condemn sentence pistol, rhymes is violent bizarre twisted and uniquely imaginative
Alcatraz winter war gun, smashes the boundaries of western animation
Mic greave, breath, yeah, a graphic life force in the poor world of happily Japanese assassination
Like old man Jason, thems Tasmanian wolves and thems up to no good
Rap tyrants in nocturnal environments, move with Charles Bronson heat, Don Johnson sheik
Yeah, the best towel on the beach up in a suite geek, the best towel on the beach up in a suite…
Perfect blue boots get spun, great monkey wants his gun, old man get hung
Slumped in a hallway, bloody lung, cough, bloody lung, bloody lung, bloody lung
Bone revolvers, fish roses, furnace motor explosives
atleast it would be a mistake however to savage approach this, united ammunition takes focus
Child i'll knock your smile out, leave you skull broken, buonas noches
Empty Alcatraz wrote this, you moves slow like a tortoise, he bully like Borrus
Gummy sandwich chicks like a porpoise, like a porepoise

The Candy Cane koala, him victory yo Alcatraz ghost stories yo, stricken the house with Polio
Bitch watch this six digit zipper head

Overall Meaning

The Professional's song Cold American Beach paints a picture of a violent world filled with gang violence, drugs, and death. The lyrics are gripping and intense, designed to shock and awe the listener. The song is a commentary on the harsh realities of life in America, particularly in urban areas where crime and violence are all-too-common occurrences.

The song features two rappers, The Professional and Warcloud, who trade verses back and forth throughout the track. The Professional starts things off by warning his enemies to back off or face the consequences. He then goes on to talk about his love for hip-hop and his commitment to winning the ongoing war.

Warcloud takes over on the second verse, delivering rapid-fire rhymes with a menacing cadence. He talks about his elite army of warriors and their deadly techniques, as well as his love for violence and destruction.

Overall, Cold American Beach is a dark and brooding track that reflects the harsh realities of life in America. It's a powerful commentary on the violence and brutality that are so often a part of our daily lives, and it's sure to leave a lasting impression on anyone who listens to it.

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