[Verse 1]
I'll advance to your backside, foot and put
Nine prints and diss a meantimes, where the sun don't shine
So get a flash of the spotlight fast
You got kicked in the ass by the man with the eyes of glass
Slide from me, money, kickin' the dull crap
I'll make your skull snap, seein' me all at
In this here field, my foot equals yield
Your breaks are simple and revealed while mine's is sealed
Comin' 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

[Verse 2]
While you was doin' the butt, I was puttin' 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's jellin' 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 show stuff 'cause the shine I'll scuff
Bustin' 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
[Verse 3]
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 just 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

[Verse 4]
Finessin' the songs like this, babblists get bust with the quickness
Baby, hit or miss
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 M.S. 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