Now, Ive been holdin classes on the creation of slick passages
So instead of you bitin, why dont you ask and just wait?
Dont ever get impatient and wanna sink your teeth
Into somethin mouth-waterin, cause youre just orderin me
To kick some foot to that anus
Dont try to get famous, homeboy, cause my name is
The Large Professor, you got a problem? Ive got the remedy
Ill tell you how to break loose, so youll remember me
Tellin you once, you cant slip up, dunce
You hear me recite clearly because I lost my gold fronts
So to make an excuse, heres your next alternative
If you didnt listen, you better learn ?
? life, to my name is a stake
My rhymes shoot like a missile or rifle
I dont play, so think!
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, MCs sound crispy
Breakable, and if they try to diss me, theyre history
Or theyll get broke upon, and as long as Im the slicker
DJs can enter and exit even quicker
My man, the Mad Scientist, G-O-D
Heres 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, dont try to get famous
Lookin and buildin a rep
You better step before you wind up nameless
Because your minuscule brain wont 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!
I know a couple of brothers that are true poets
But since their chance to advance is held up, you wouldnt know it
So Neek The Exotic, raise your hand and let em know
That with or without a record, youre still wreckin the show
?, ?, ?, ?, and many more get elegant
And thats 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 youre gettin paid and livin luxurious
Theres another thats brighter and curious
Well, ghost for now, and when I look up, pose
Cause when youre lookin up, youll be smellin rocked poor souls
Think!