Nine prints and diss a meantimes  where the sun don't shine
 So get a flah of the spotlight fast
 You got kicked in the ass by the man with the eyes of glass
 Slide from me you money kicking the dull crap
 I'll make your skull snap  seeing me all at
 In this here field my foot equals yield
 Your brain is simple and reveal while mine is sealed
 Coming up with the archeological finds
 Funk drums allow me to spark you with rhymes
 The mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it
 Cause it's the Large Professor

 While you was doing the butt, I was putting game down
 You frowned before now you wear the same frown
 Just as long as the buck I sit when I think
 I couldn't care less who was jelling the Profess-or
 Sir Scratch and K-Cut the Main Source
 Back to break more atoms of course
 With the beat no more melodious, votes I suprise folks
 I'm as sharp as a toothpick, come and watch the youth kick
 The game so tough cause the shine I'll scuff
 Busting the fluff cause I'm just that tough
 The mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it
 Cause it's the Large Professor

 I stomp supposed comp like a posse
 Brothers try to squash me, so I speak harshly
 On the constant truth of the Main Source crew
 I peruse the place jsut to see what I can do
 To stupid MC's whose rhymes sound fabricated
 Heads get deflated when the Professor's untranslated
 Style gets everyday play
 Brothers on the butters can't flip the Parkay
 Their mouths are sealed like Zip-Loc bags
 Fake like wrestling and small like frags
 The mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it
 Cause it's the Large Professor

 Finessing the songs like this, babblists get bust with the quickness
 Baby hit the mist
 You want to feel hard times, then friend say your rhymes
 The results will be about 10 volts in your mind
 I'll electrify, your brain is hollow like a tunnel
 I squeeze out doubt like a funnel
 I'm the MS rep on the microphone
 If I say what you don't like, go home
 That's why the places I play stay packed
 You like what I say and you always come back
 The mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it
 Cause it's the Large Professor