[LARGE PROFESSOR]
My performance is live, I speak lyrics that got drive.
Hold weight in each part, street, county estate.
Makes no difference, magnificence is getting down to business.
Ridiculous, vigorous, you can't dilgerous ass nigga's.
Stop fucking up the airwaves.
Stand and ovate. XP I be the one who was great.
Of all times, rap sergent of rhymes, Large Professor.
From the grand on the dresser, to lands you can't measure.
My black, cake be staked, uniform in a pile.
I do perform with a smile, they took me off for the trail.
You ain't often in the wild, heard schemes and dreams,
of the reigning supreme, nigga' coming straight from queens.
[CORMEGA]
Ghetto philosopher, like marijuana i'm sparking ya.
Verbal conquerer, drama choreographer.
Design rhymes for crimnal mind, individuals.
My physical was formulated like a bio-chemical.
I wear suede by fila, architect devised.
Then I analyze the rhyme I scientifically apply.
My device is precise like a sniper's sight.
My mic is quite addicted off the rhymes I write.
And at night, when Mega cocaine grams exchange hands.
My pen explains my thoughts contained like a brain scan.
Live beats seduce me, mentally sooths me.
Melody massage me nice, like a jacuzzi might.
I write smoothly, while you fiend for ganja'.
I drink piña coladas on a cruise to the Bahamas.
I'm too exotic with lyrics, vicious like a school of piranhas.
Using knowledge to devour, with brutal calmness.