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 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