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I'll advance to your backside, foot and put |
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Nine prints and diss a meantimes, where the sun don't shine |
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So get a flah of the spotlight fast |
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You got kicked in the ass by the man with the eyes of glass |
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Slide from me you money kicking the dull crap |
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I'll make your skull snap, seeing me all at |
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In this here field my foot equals yield |
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Your brain is simple and reveal while mine is sealed |
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Coming up with the archeological finds |
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Funk drums allow me to spark you with rhymes |
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The mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it |
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Cause it's the Large Professor |
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While you was doing the butt, I was putting game down |
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You frowned before now you wear the same frown |
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Just as long as the buck I sit when I think |
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I couldn't care less who was jelling the Profess-or |
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Sir Scratch and K-Cut the Main Source |
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Back to break more atoms of course |
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With the beat no more melodious, votes I suprise folks |
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I'm as sharp as a toothpick, come and watch the youth kick |
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The game so tough cause the shine I'll scuff |
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Busting the fluff cause I'm just that tough |
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The mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it |
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Cause it's the Large Professor |
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I stomp supposed comp like a posse |
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Brothers try to squash me, so I speak harshly |
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On the constant truth of the Main Source crew |
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I peruse the place jsut to see what I can do |
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To stupid MC's whose rhymes sound fabricated |
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Heads get deflated when the Professor's untranslated |
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Style gets everyday play |
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Brothers on the butters can't flip the Parkay |
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Their mouths are sealed like Zip-Loc bags |
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Fake like wrestling and small like frags |
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The mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it |
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Cause it's the Large Professor |
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Finessing the songs like this, babblists get bust with the quickness |
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Baby hit the mist |
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You want to feel hard times, then friend say your rhymes |
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The results will be about 10 volts in your mind |
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I'll electrify, your brain is hollow like a tunnel |
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I squeeze out doubt like a funnel |
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I'm the MS rep on the microphone |
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If I say what you don't like, go home |
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That's why the places I play stay packed |
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You like what I say and you always come back |
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The mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it |
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Cause it's the Large Professor |
