Large Professor Lyrics

I'll advance to your backside foot and put

Nine prints and diss a meantimes where the sun don't shine

So get a flah of the spotlight fast

You got kicked in the ass by the man with the eyes of glass

Slide from me you money kicking the dull crap

I'll make your skull snap seeing me all at

In this here field my foot equals yield

Your brain is simple and reveal while mine is sealed

Coming up with the archeological finds

Funk drums allow me to spark you with rhymes

The mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it

Cause it's the Large Professor

While you was doing the butt, I was putting game down

You frowned before now you wear the same frown

Just as long as the buck I sit when I think

I couldn't care less who was jelling the Profess-or

Sir Scratch and K-Cut the Main Source

Back to break more atoms of course

With the beat no more melodious, votes I suprise folks

I'm as sharp as a toothpick, come and watch the youth kick

The game so tough cause the shine I'll scuff

Busting the fluff cause I'm just that tough

The mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it

Cause it's the Large Professor
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I stomp supposed comp like a posse

Brothers try to squash me, so I speak harshly

On the constant truth of the Main Source crew

I peruse the place jsut to see what I can do

To stupid MC's whose rhymes sound fabricated

Heads get deflated when the Professor's untranslated

Style gets everyday play

Brothers on the butters can't flip the Parkay

Their mouths are sealed like Zip-Loc bags

Fake like wrestling and small like frags

The mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it

Cause it's the Large Professor

Finessing the songs like this, babblists get bust with the quickness

Baby hit the mist

You want to feel hard times, then friend say your rhymes

The results will be about 10 volts in your mind

I'll electrify, your brain is hollow like a tunnel

I squeeze out doubt like a funnel

I'm the MS rep on the microphone

If I say what you don't like, go home

That's why the places I play stay packed

You like what I say and you always come back

The mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it

Cause it's the Large Professor