ProVerb- James Bond Lyrics

Lyrics to James Bond by ProVerb

V1

I work for the secret intelligent service/ of the streets and the general purpose/

Is to defeat the relevant persons/ using beats and incredible versus/

Or any means to keep the underground deep and never to surface/

From thieves or better yet burglars/ enemies that you’ve never yet heard of/

When they see me they better get nervous/ my heat level is a furnace/

My expertise of murdering beats is heard of in Vietnamese circles/

Minimum three years at least, working and researching/

Each circumstance where there’s was beef lurking/

With Free’s that’ll have you believing I’ve researched them/

My sound affects you like reverb on these versus/

You seen and heard the secret weapon has resurfaced/

On rap songs as the black Bond emcee version/I’m referred to/

by the code 007 That’s my licence to kill and to murder on these versus/

V2

From now onwards I respond to bond 1^st and not Verb/

Sipping on a Vodka Martini Shaken and not stirred/

I got works that are a lot worse than a glock burst/ so when I cock words/

Ya’ll better duck down when I drop verse/ I hot served/

Leave a dictionary at a loss for words/

Hell, I can crosswords just to puzzle the oxford/ now that I’ve dropped the 3^rd/

I’m bout to conquer across the world/

You couldn’t face my arsenal like Tottenham Hotspurs/

Even though the world’s not enough like Pierce Brosnan/ I’m fierce and often/

Battle my Pierce to reinforce it/ for reassurance/ just position me near a cordless/

I sheer chorus will destroy a mere mortal/ ever since my career started/

I fear for them/ any one coming after me not to get beer bottled/

Scratch your calendars off from here onwards/

Cause I own 2008 I’ve jack the year off em/

V3

Not even Sean Connery could stop the pro/ I told him Doctor No/

Kimberley diamonds are forever unstoppable/

You could build a bridge big enough to get above this flow/

You only live once once I strike you with this Thunder ball/

I asked who wanted Moore and Roger pushed me/

He was the man with the Golden gun who tried cock and shoot me/

He hot pursued me/ to live and let die but not the movie/

Cause in real life he’s just an octapussy/ the same night/

Timothy Dalton and I in the same fight/

He had a licence to kill but he just couldn’t aim right/

He swung with the left/ one to the chest/ he claimed to be one of the best/

Until I knocked out his living daylights/

With Pierce it was totally different a whole other way/

He gabled like Daniel Craig/ but the mistake the brother made/

He tried to tell me that tomorrow never dies but I’m afraid/

I punched him in the golden eye so he can die another day.

Hook:

I came back the James of this/ put me on the same track I’ll make your song a hit/

My reign’s back and it’s pouring thick/ I stay phat until I call it quits/