[Verse 1: Large Professor]

Now, I've been holdin' classes on the creation of slick passages

So instead of you bitin', why don't you ask and just wait?

Don't ever get impatient and wanna sink your teeth

Into somethin' mouth-waterin', 'cause you're just orderin' me

To kick some foot to that anus

Don't try to get famous, homeboy, 'cause my name is

The Large Professor, you got a problem? I've got the remedy

I'll tell you how to break loose, so you'll remember me

Tellin' you once, you can't slip up, dunce

You hear me recite clearly because I lost my gold fronts

So to make an excuse, here's your next alternative

If you didn't listen, you better learn [?]

[?] life, to my name is a stake

My rhymes shoot like a missile or rifle

I don't play, so think!

[Verse 2]

Now, I hear a lot of garbage on the radio today

'Cause people take a sample from a record, loop it and say

Absolutely nothin', MC's sound crispy

Breakable, and if they try to diss me, they're history

Or they'll get broke upon, and as long as I'm the slicker

DJ's can enter and exit even quicker

My man, the Mad Scientist, J-O-D

Here's to cuttin' D-E-B-T, period

Along with Sir Scratch and K-Cut, rough like Velcro slippers

And they cut like the rebel clippers

So like I said before, don't try to get famous

Lookin' and buildin' a rep, you better step before you wind up nameless

Because your minuscule brain won't allow you to sound bright

So get your ass in my class so I can show you how to write

But to produce and stupefy the others with super fly passages

Like The Professor, you jacks should just think!

[Verse 3]

I know a couple of brothers that are true poets

But since their chance to advance is held up, you wouldn't know it

So Neek The Exotic, raise your hand and let 'em know

That with or without a record, you're still wreckin' the show

[?], [?], [?], [?], and many more get elegant

And that's not irrelevant

'Cause these same people might take a spot from you not thinkin'

Comin' up weak, and takin' things for granted, man, it

Vexes me, brothers gettin' paid for actin' like imbeciles

Puttin' on a show to make bills

But like my saying goes: "While you're gettin' paid and livin' luxurious

There's another that's brighter and curious"

Well, ghost for now, and when I look up, pose

'Cause when you're lookin' up, you'll be smellin' rocked poor souls

Think!