Yeah, Large Pro, Marco Polo
Yeah, I told you, I fuckin' told you
I told you, I told you, I told you
Different variations produce
the same outcome
3 -5 -7 magnum or shotgun
Leave people saying how come
Get the talcum powder
And grab hold,
I'll take you out of this world
Have you sittin' next to Ella Fitzgerald
Them guys like Ms. Clairol, I'm in the barrel
All day, every day, surveyin' everything
Ain't jumpin' out from the top of the ring
like fly snooker
Eternally how I got the hookah
When I joined the Good Book Club,
out there in Brooklove
The ladies, babies, eighties,
and babies
Cardboard jeans in the pair of eighties
With a LT from Boundless,
countless underground hits
About to reach surface,
packed and be serviced
To all of the above, Sun,
Crescent, and stars
Yo, behold, this is the Professor at large
Your chemical cut reaction
To my way of rapsin'
Chills through your faction
I'm like the vaccine for wack shit
Do me on and out, axe them
From the lineup when I design up
Phlegmatic, fanatic, bars, prologue
Yo, Professor at
In the hood with the stessin' hat
Throwin' the vinyl on the record mat
And get it poppin' by choppin'
and cheffin' that
Original recipe,
home -cooked quick Nestle
Blessings from the root of the tree
XP'd my own cognizance
Let out, let off like Blad -Owl
You crazier than crack rolled
up in the White Owl
Nig ga, if you think you can fuck with this
Be the last thing you achieve
on your bucket list
But enough of this,
gotta make steps with my squad
Go to prefaces, change to professor at large