Released on 2002

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[Intro: Rodriguez sample]

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."


[Verse 1: Large Professor]

Through mountain high, and valley low –

Large be the player that's most valuable

Took a good minute, but, g'yeah – now you know

Professional Pro – gettin’ out-of-state dough

Not a fantasy feeling, it’s time to reveal it

I’m ready and set to shut it down and seal it

Rap fantastic, lyrical giant

Concrete street trooper, with a made-up mind on the interest

Paid the price, dawg, with interest

Now everyday, on the mic, off the hinges

No burden, can’t receive a closed curtain

Nah – how can one man be so certain?

'Cause I–run them streets, like hundreds of felons

You was knocked out sleep, gettin’ under the covers

I be choppin’ mad beats, loops are rougher

Moms said "One day, you’ll soon discover" –


[Hook: Rodriguez sample]

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."


[Verse 2: Large Professor]

Large, kid, devastating, live, humungous

From the OGs, on down to the youngest

Street corner soldier, I rocked and rolled ya

Went from 3-T to a lot of exposure

In split seconds, I spit thousands of rhymes

And swing off the vines with a style that shines

Like magic, superior with the mic gadget

And I'ma stay cuttin’ and choppin’, like a hatchet

If you didn’t catch it, here go the third go 'round

And the sayin' is “P’ll make the world go round”

Used to pick niggas up, to get to work uptown

Got drunk, and the crib almost burnt down

One day – now I’m standing in God sun ray

And I always new I’d be Large some day

Stayed patient, and now, in the palm of my hand

Is the Earth, and everybody saying –


[Hook: Rodriguez sample]

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."


[Verse 3: Large Professor]

Like Nas, go against all odds

Bust out the box, like them kids on 'Oz'

Makin’ fat beats and spittin' some gold bars

I stay generating that heat, with no probs

Bronx, Brook', Queens, Manhattan – no Large

The cavalry, waiting for me to yell "Charge"

Went from lieutenant, moved up to sarge

1988 in the Uptown Garage

Think back, move forward, everything’s in orbit

Around the profound street king, absorb it

Like Bounty, on each township and county

Paul doin’ his thing, brothers – you can't down me

I'm at the other end of the board, so you can crown me

Now newspaper reporters wanna hound me

To find out the plan from Utah to Japan

Everybody all across the land –


[Hook: Rodriguez sample]

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."

"You’re the man..."