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Large Professor
Yo.. Yeah
Nowhere to run to nowhere to hide
Sittin on the front stoop right outside
In the moonlight when I take flight I fly
Crack the engine then I break out like Gon Benchin
Thousands of pounds spit thousands of rounds
This time Ima try to lie on Tony Person
So people can hear how my rap sound perfect
Could hate a nigga but in fact its not worth it
Never know how long youve got on this earth kid
Count them blesses and pay them dues
Keep rolling with the winners cause they dont loose
In the two g-era the skies is looking clearer
And nothing can stop them guys thats in the mirror
So thankful that I keep my hands on the bankroll
Cant play the shit without falling of the bankroll
So I stay stable like a natural born hustla
Kickin that hot shit right for all the customers
Near or far comin here to star
Ill be pourin out beer in the park
For my loved ones
Deep and dick is how my love runs for you
So with no further ado
Ima smash it kick that shit they call acid
24 hours a day remain classic
Q-Tip In the sun.. sun.. su.. su.. su.. sun
Large ah, in the sun kid
Q-Tip Keep going
Q-Tip In the sun.. sun.. su.. su.. su.. sun
Large ah, in the sun kid
Q-Tip Keep growing
Q-Tip In the sun.. sun.. su.. su.. su.. sun
Large yeah, in the sun kid
Q-Tip Keep moving
Q-Tip In the sun.. sun.. su.. su.. su.. sun
Large ah, in the sun kid
Q-Tip We keep it moving
Q-Tip In the sun.. sun.. su.. su.. su.. sun
Large ah, in the sun kid
Q-Tip We cant stop it
Q-Tip In the sun.. sun.. su.. su.. su.. sun
Large yeah, in the sun kid
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I arise from my melinence to the sun beginnings
Kiss by the way of a sunny day
But I feel it in my boner childs without a home
A prison cell holds a dream to a black thing
I never thought Id see the day when brothers pledging leadges
To a red white Im too this way wavin non truth
Yo, heres the forty acres in the mule hah
You rather get this Mickey Ds in the tool hah
And in the sun I see the way you pull a harsh dreams
And in the sun I see your own way to new things
Every man has got to bow down at Gods grace
Every soul has to conceed to Gods goals
Politicians get religious to the star people
As the constitution reader says Im not equal
Three fifhts of the gifts from the love supreme
This gotta be a bad dream Im here at train screen
Little kids are getting robbed for computer dwarfs
Family structure is destroyed marriage null avoid
All hes gotten formulated will he hate to say it
What I can see it isnt really in the sun
Large Professor
Yo dont never think Id forgotten
The days flag is in
Sittin in the lunchroom
Eatin and dreamin
On about the things we do
When we reach in defendance
Nothing is brandnew
Its all still a part of the plan
Meet your man
From decades ago cant nobody understand
The hard shits we been through
Sun to sun
On the wake up knock knock
Everybody gotta run for the ultimate goal
Can loose their soul
In the process
So and to you I say God bless
Seeing your face lets me see my own
So why zone, and think about the days we got stolen
In the staircases of parking buildings
Living childrens
Rolling in the world so cold just like pelgrims
In my great dilly nowadays perilli
Get to see one and other
And when we connect we still brothers
And now we in the cooperative world
And the game is different
You get caught up in the twirl
And if your fam aint effective
So heres our perspective
To help each other
Cause man aint it hectic