Large Professor - 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 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