[Large Professor]

Bustin' out the woodworks on all rap jerks

It's me, Large Pro, kid, the one that perks up the party

Whenever its time to drop mine

I come through correct with the power to shine

From the sun's radiation, I clock funds

Fuck all the bullshit, I'm makin' spot runs

From state to state, but I'm the worldwide great

Bound to blow up and won't ever deflate

Or go pop, and once I start, I don't stop

So check out the man as I hop to the top

On that ass, like the temperature heat I'm risin'

To all the critics that keep criticizin'

Y'all don't know about shit

I'm strictly large core without intermission, I'll split

Your whole rap staff in half then laugh

'Cause I done mastered the art and the craft

Of freakin' a loop to make the girls wanna shoop

And kickin' a line to make the guys wanna find

A nice cool spot to roll up at, it's fat

I say to slay it, and lay it to DAT

Baby, without an if or a maybe

There ain't no other, but wait, don't hover

'Cause I got a lot more albums galore

In me, and in the end, some of y'all might see

What it is that separate the pop pop fizz

From this radioactive one who never lacked it

Comin' from Queens with the over-ground tactic

(Word) Word, mad clear, not blurred

The next man flipped and he only got heard

For tryin' to come against, he got his ass mixed

For various wack-ass subliminal hits

On the low, I'll take you wherever you wanna go

In this hip hop world, 'cause I was born to flow

And drop logic on everyone in every project

To maintain the reign is the motherfuckin' object(ive)

For longevity, and I could never be

Wack, in fact, I stay as sharp as a thumbtack

Penetratin' the non-innovatin'

Ain't shit to me, same old same, you're lame

Rollin' out the Buddha to get blown out the frame

On some asinine shit, boy, you get lit like a stove

When I'm in complete flip mode

So watch out, carve another notch out, son, why?

'Cause I'm hungry, know what I'm saying