Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Large Professor, artist - Main Source. Date of issue: 11.11.1991
Song language: English
Large Professor |
| I’ll advance to your backside, foot and put |
| Nine prints and diss a meantimes, where the sun don’t shine |
| So get a flash of the spotlight fast |
| You got kicked in the ass by the man with the eyes of glass |
| Slide from me, money, kickin' the dull crap |
| I’ll make your skull snap, seein' me all at |
| In this here field, my foot equals yield |
| Your breaks are simple and revealed while mine’s is sealed |
| Comin' 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 doin' the butt, I was puttin' 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’s jellin' 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 show stuff 'cause the shine I’ll scuff |
| Bustin' 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 just 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 |
| Finessin' the songs like this, babblists get bust with the quickness |
| Baby, hit or miss |
| 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 M.S. |
| 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 |