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Correct Large Professor Lyrics
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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 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
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