Large Professor Lyrics - Main Source

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 

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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