Gambit - Professional Amateur

I get a Zenkai boost every time that I'm fired
Looping beats on repeat while I sleep and hope I wake up inspired
Tired, whether I rest or not it's all the same
Get depressed and make Rorschach tests out of coffee stains
Awesome, jumping jobs like there's bets on
How swiftly I can get fired then hired at the next one
Be lying if I said that I'm trying my best for these breadcrumbs
But sitting behind a register ain't where I get respect from
I only got one life to live my best one
So I ain't got time to be sitting idly focused on my regrets, hon
I'm living to get in a billion ears, so I can be living a million years
I'll try everything once provided it's fun, let's jet son
So maybe no one knows my name, but when they find my lines
It's like they spent their life awaiting my arrival this entire time
I'm an unrivaled dude even if only inside my mind
And I will rhyme for food from nine to five, aight?

Who'd have thought an anomaly like this can occur?
Transferring a handful of candid words till the canvas burst
I'm swimming upstream like a salmon herd
I guess I'm just a professional amateur
So don't go opening no can of worms you can't reverse
If you think you a man-eater then Gambit is the manticore
Faked death and showed late to the medical examiner
I guess I'm just a professional amateur
So catch me landing off the chandelier and banister
You boss me what to do I'll gloss over you like a manicure
Shouldn't have hired my weed guy as my manager
I guess I'm just a professional amateur
So if just as a test of stamina
I'll row my own boat alone around the planet's diameter
Maybe I shoulda been a janitor
I guess I'm just a professional a-

Driving three hours to rap three minutes is nothing new to me
They tell me you should be thanking us for the opportunity
Making every venue money and revenue
Funnily never viewing any minute sum of it, making nothing from it
Because I brought it for the love of it
That's what I thought as I bought another pitcher full of petrol for the trip
I guess I'm still looking for closure
Once I figured out I wasn't allowed to pay my fuckin' bills with exposure
Let's get a close-up with who everybody came to see
And it ain't me, but hey, maybe some day it'll be
Painfully plain to see ain't no way I'm made to make the scene
But I can use my brain to make believe, say cheese
It stays remaining the same but there must be purity
In mustering music just to debut it in obscurity
Plus it surely means the earth to see you smile
So when I get on the mic it's worth the while, for a while

But who'd have thought an anomaly like this can occur?
Transferring a handful of candid words till the canvas burst
I'm swimming upstream like a salmon herd
I guess I'm just a professional amateur
So don't go opening no can of worms you can't reverse
If you think you a man-eater then Gambit is the manticore
Faked death and showed late to the medical examiner
I guess I'm just a professional amateur
So catch me landing off the chandelier and banister
You boss me what to do I'll gloss over you like a manicure
Shouldn't have hired my granddad as my manager
I guess I'm just a professional amateur
So if just as a test of stamina
I'll row my own boat alone around the planet's diameter
Check the iambic pentameter
Man I guess I'm just a professional amateur

The weight of my empty pockets allows me to effortlessly drift around
No longer restricted, bound by pointless expectation
One fist in the sky and two feet on the ground
I keep breathing, my heart beating and pounding, singing the rhythm of creation
We are the music makers, we are the dreamers of dreams
We are the ones who understand what truly being human means
Us, the amalgamation of undervalued artists of countless nations
Who smile for smile's sake and stay creating for the sake of creation
You, with the universes inside of your mind intertwined and unwinding
Guiding the stroke of the brush upon the canvas
You, the revolutionary oft construed a nuisance
Or useless when what you do's the buried treasure of Atlantis
You, the fine observer of life and Earth
The divine proprietor, writer of words who shake the heavens as the planets turn
We're here to celebrate life and create it likewise
So blessings to you and the rest of you professional amateurs

I guess I'm just a professional amateur
I guess I'm just a professional amateur
I guess I'm just a professional amateur
I guess I'm just a professional amateur
I guess I'm just a professional amateur
I guess I'm just a professional amateur
I guess I'm just a professional amateur
I guess I'm just a professional amateur

Written by:
Jacob Cunningham

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