Large Professor

It's about the time
Yeah... aha, aha
You know...
Yeah, word up

[Large Professor]
C'mon
Lights, cameras, action it's on
Straight outta gate with another hot song
Keepin real thou gonna last long
Break out the stiletto coming mad strong
Bounce if you wanna, lounge'll play the corner
I'm New York talking that gangster talk
24 bases, queue to the oasis
Suspicius see eyes and no faces
Been there, years just put in to work
For the dough, so you know that I couldn't get jerked
Street mental, throw on the hoodie then lurk
In the rental until the end of the earth
I'ma be that fellow with the mozzarela
Allways cooking up the new hot seller
Putting that money in the bank like the teller
And this be the number one rank, let me tell you

[Hook]
It's about that time

[Large Professor]
On the fast track chilling, creeping like a villain
In 2000 new car, new house and
Buy the whole store up, style I'm too pro, son
Get eaven more buckwild, I draw crowds and
In every state I still draw them at every forum
Don't loose no points I just score them
And count blessings at the top of my freshness
Live, get it right this is not no job
Today or tomorrow it doesn't matter
Got the stages moving on up the ladder
And stay grounded, remember the Bronx 'cause they founded
Cutting them old joints up by James Brown, kid
Golden, before I forget hold it
Got to shout out the block, four-fifth Holden
And Jamaica, Queens I'm true to the fort
Every day, all day not new to the sport
In Elisabeth, kids in Queens is who I feast with
When I ain't in the lab flipping beats with
Drums to pound, I be breaking it down
With homeboy Van on the way uptown
How that sound

[Hook]

[Large Professor]
There's a whole lot of rappers in the world today
Some good, there is some that got nothing to say
Some fake, some false, some imitation
But I'm the uncut raw for your generation
Work magic with terms like never before
Hang them rappers live, leave their head on the floor
Drop hits for the hiphop crowd that rock kicks and hats
Crisped jeans and whips to match
Hardcore system up on blast
Cock, dip and stash live now and forget the past
In the streets try to hustle while eating a meal
Watching out so you don't get beaten in the grill
'Cause the crossroads is deep, sleep and you will
Be the next one up, I'm feeding the real
So get eardrums, son, and start heating the drill
One time and this is what y'all feel and I'ma still be

(feat. Q-Tip)

[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
And verses help 'em out like I found missin' person
This time I'ma try to lie on Tony Person
So people can hear how my rap sound perfect
Could hate a nigga but in fact it's not worth it
Never know how long you've got on this earth kid
Count them blesses and pay them dues
Keep rolling with the winners cause they don't loose
In the two g-era the skies is looking clearer
And nothing can stop them guys that's in the mirror
So thankful that I keep my hands on the bankroll
Can't 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
I'll 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
I'ma smash it kick that shit they call acid
24 hours a day remain classic

[Chorus]
[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 can't stop it
[Q-Tip] In the sun.. sun.. su.. su.. su.. sun
[Large] yeah, in the sun kid

[Q-Tip]
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 I'd see the day when brothers pledging leadges
To a red white I'm too this way wavin' non truth
Yo, here's the forty acres in the mule hah
You rather get this Mickey D's 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 God's grace
Every soul has to conceed to God's goals
Politicians get religious to the star people
As the constitution reader says I'm not equal
Three fifht's of the gifts from the love supreme
This gotta be a bad dream I'm here at train screen
Little kids are getting robbed for computer dwarfs
Family structure is destroyed marriage null avoid
All he's gotten formulated will he hate to say it
What I can see it isn't really in the sun

[Chorus: without LP]

[Large Professor]
Yo don't never think I'd forgotten
The day's flag is in'
Sittin' in the lunchroom
Eatin' and dreamin'
On about the things we do
When we reach in defendance
Nothing is brandnew
It's all still a part of the plan
Meet your man
From decades ago can't 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 ain't effective
So here's our perspective
To help each other
Cause man ain't it hectic

[Chorus: to fade]

(feat. Nas)

Stay chizzled like a box of white Bitdaba-Fila
Luther ain't no Arnold Schwarzenegger type steelo
Stay chizzled, check your vapor nigga
Bring the bardy of chess, then push it up harder than the rest
Stay chizzled, precisely cup, sharp the fuck
You thought this was a game we came to charge you up
So take it to the brain, laid peoples, know how throw them things
Swiff on them toes, knockout blow, so stay chizzle

Ey yo Nas, I was tellin' them niggas on the ave.
The same shit the other day (right)
Kids gotta stay sharp (no doubt) or stay chizzle (chizzle)

Yo, perform, a chest naked, I'm lookin' sharp for the peoples
Not in my physical form, strong thoughts, I'm cock-diesel
Brolic with knowledge so flow with me
Intelligence benchin', 4004-50, light a Dunbell L
Inhale the hater, lunchgirl rings, sweatin'
Working up her appetite, settin'
Mental-calistetics got my mind stretchin', then I release it
Have my whole frame bowgin' under diamond pieces
Take the weight of the world on my shoulders, I hold it
So I consume most the pain for my niggaz I roll wit
'Cause see, the streets ain't no ghost-gym, papi
And if I feel it going down then my niggaz'll spot me
Without the mind, the body, weight don't even mean nothin'
Let's take 3 brothers and put them in the bing or something
Who's gonna survive? The wise man, the fool or the warrior
Well if all of their minds are chizzle, then all of them

I stay chizzle, like Snoop Dogg, fo' chizzle my nizzle
In them hardcore streets I'm a straight artificial
6-pack, don motivator, throw on the weight up
Kid try to front so I show him straight up
Had to smoke click, flab a gasti
Way I was cutting 'em up, when kid yelled out "Grab the basket"
Tryied to rush me, luckily I wasn't rusty
Pulled out, searched them all out like a custy
Couldn't go out, highway with a blowout
Like Frank, I did it my way, no doubt
Large billionaire and I'm still here
Writing rhymes for this sphere, I do not feel fear
You heard, I'm the dude on deporture to Irv
And I tell you right now, kid, soft is word
That don't discribe me, what y'all know is _
Barbeque II, Nas right here beside me

[Large Professor]
Yo, I take your brain on a freestyle excursion
Cuttin things up, ask P I'm his surgeon
Hip hop emergency, yeah, it's kind of urgent
Rapprers getting all washed up in their detergent
But I'm still fresh and my lyrics is strong
I like Mary J girls all night long
I tale the metal back, Colt gave you the gun
Then tell Chuck Berry how I rate your song
To mess with the best reach inside your purses
Put that money on the men with live verses
Top to the bottom, bottom to top I
Make the rest look drunk like a bottle of vodka
In the alley way, bent, leaning over the stoope
Used to roll with my beats now I roll in the coupe
With the quickness, quick mix without the relic
If it's anyting good I'm about to grabb it

[Chorus]
One, two, one, two
One, two y'all, one, two, one, two
One, two y'all, it's the ultimate shit
That you got to go get with the niggaz legit

[Large Professor]
You listen to a hardcore legend of rap
With the doller sign rhyme and a five star track
I travel the scenes all across the world
Even Mexico bustin that Charles Suprero
And ther's no jokes, large coast to coast
Listen to grown folks, while you takin your toast
I be straight like that bent line juming out genuine
Automobile with the back seat climb
Straight captain of the south and the north
And I ride trough the streets so I care for law
Better stay on, niggaz be writing with creon
I type in the laptop, quick to spray on
Like crylon, dvd made out of nylon
With the ribbon, kill them with that Larry Bird weapon
Hot now ever since when I was warm
I was telling y'all I would take the world by storm
Now it's on

[Chorus]
One, two y'all, one, two, one, two
One, two y'all
It's just rhymes

"Can you hear me say it?" Everybody in the rap world today.
Pull up a chair and parlay (word up). It's Extra P and Pete Rock
(yeah)
we got something to say (what?).
Comin' at cha with the rapture (you know)
for the nine double trey (c'mon)
how we do e'ryday (knowhatI'msayin'?), Bust the flava.
"Can you hear me say it?"

I represent from the east coast bringing the ruckus
Styles lost so from the mic you get tossed
Penetrating through your soul son taking drastic measures
Striving for buring treasures living life forever
However the Soul Brother still doing his thing
Bout to get you wide open off the songs that we sing
You fiend from Mt. Vernon to Queens the Extra P
About to set up shop and drop his next degree nigga

Yo, I brake it down unto the very last morsel
Make you shake your torso Also
To bring in the light to what's dark like a nark on a drug bust
Niggas know the deal when I thrust
Over the track ain't actin' masquerade and get sprayed
By the automatic Rhyme addict that gets dramatic
When the beast is ill you know the real really will
C'mon kid listen how we swing it like a krill

*"In the world" We got drugs and crime
"In the world" We got snitch droppin' dime
"In the world" We got money and clothes
"In the world" You got friends and foes
"In the world" Theres projects and tecs
"In the world" Kid who knows what's next
"In the world" You got love and hate
"In the world" We got money to make

C'mon the loaded Sp's the ensemble
Pete Rock together with Large the bomb combo
We raise the stakes on flakes and rock the show
Flipmaster mania son we got to go to the top and won't stop
Flop or fold wheather cop a gold or plat
They hit the map In every section tag team connection wide
Gettin' hot on each track we glide

Yo the beat got me twisted rhymes are too delicious (huh)
You look suspicious you wanna bite but can't grip it
Recognize the flav as we lay it on wax
Crime dogs of the funk and never Fakin' no Jax
But for the record look on your face you see rejection
It's hard to believe I liquidated every section
Let's Get It On like Smif 'N' Wessun
Or don't even look in my direction

*Repeat

We throw blows to the dome like Mike Tyson
Suspend your rap license Kid bring on the cake plus the icing
Raw deal to all my niggas who keep it real
One love we fittin' like a hand in glove
(Yo shit is drug son) Even hardcore for the thugs
From east to west it's time to rise up above
And build so blacks can chill I make cash at will
The rap world is how I eat my meals

So here's the jist it's the high top crisp
Funk dons Comin' through to knock out Nas
In this orderly fashion Straight up to fuck flashin' (what?)
My capability to bring the uncut action
To any set be the Queens lounge vet
Large so dodge a camouflage cause you're pet
Competition is no I got the glow so yo
I'm truely in the world to stay the Large Pro

*Repeat