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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 |
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[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 |
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(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 |
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(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] |
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