Large Professor chords by Main Source

SimplifiedBm · B5 · C · G · Gm …

GuitarPianoUkulele

Verse 1
Bm 
B5 
Bm 
C 
G 
I'll ad
Gm 
G 
vance to your backside,
C 
foot to foot, nine prints and
Gm 
then some incons
C 
Where the sun don't shine,
Gm 
C 
so get a flash, dope spotlight fast
Gm 
You got kicked in the ass
G 
C 
by the man with the eyes of glass
G 
Gm 
C 
Fly for me, money kickin' the dope crap,
G 
Gm 
I'll make a stone snap
C 
Seein' me all actin',
Gm 
you'll see a field,
C 
my foot equals yield
Gm 
Your brakes are simple and revealed,
C 
while mine are sealed
Am 
A 
Comin' up with the archeological finds,
funk drums allow me to spark
you with rhymes
The mic's my instrument,
Am 
my skills are infinite
A 
Catch a hint from it,
Am 
cause it's the Lawrence Profess
Bb 
Eb 
or
C 
Ab 
Am 
Gm 
F 
Fm 
Gm 
G 
While you was doin' the buck,
C 
I was puttin' the game down
Gm 
You frowned before,
C 
now you wear the same frown
G 
Just as long as the buck,
C 
Gm 
G 
C 
I sink when I think I couldn't care less who's jellin' a professor
G 
Or, search, ratchet, cake,
C 
cut the main source
Gm 
C 
Back to break more atoms, of course
Gm 
With the beatin' of melodious vokes,
C 
I surprise folks
Gm 
I'm sharp as a toothpick,
G 
C 
come and watch the U -Kick
Am 
A 
The game's so stuffed,
those that shine, I'll scuff
Am 
Puff from the fluff,
A 
cause I'm just that tough
Am 
A 
The mic's my instrument,
my skills are infinite
Catch a hint from it,
Am 
Bb 
Eb 
Gm 
Bb 
cause it's the Lord Professor
C 
F 
Gm 
F 
Fm 
Gm 
Bb 
Am 
C 
Am 
Eb 
F 
Ab 
Gm 
Am 
I stomp,
A 
Am 
suppose it come like a posse
A 
Brothers try to squash me,
so I speak harshly
On the constitute of the main source crew
Am 
A 
I per use the place just
to see what I could do
Am 
To stupid MCs
A 
whose rhymes sound fabricated
Am 
A 
Heads   get deflated
when the professor's untranslated
Style gets everyday play
Am 
Brothers on the but
C 
ters can't flip the parquet
Am 
A 
Their mouths are sealed like Ziploc bags
Fake like wrestling, it's more like frags
Am 
A 
The mic's my instrument
My skills are infinite
Catch a hint from it
Am 
C 
Bb 
C 
Cause it's the Law's Professor
Bb 
Am 
C 
Am 
Gm 
Gm 
Finesse in the sonos like this
C 
Gm 
Battlers get bust with the quickness
Baby hit or miss
You wanna feel our time
Then friends say your rhyme
The results will be about
10 volts in your mind
I'll electrify
C 
Gm 
Your brain is hollow like a tunnel
C 
I squeeze out doubt like a funnel
Gm 
I'm the MS
Rep on the microphone
If I say what you don't like, go home
C 
That's why the places I play stay packed
Gm 
You like what I say
C 
and you'll always come back
Gm 
The mic's my instrument,
my skills are infinite
Catch a hint from it,
Eb 
Gm 
cause it's the law's professor
Eb 
Bb 
Gm 
Bb 
Gm 
A 
A 
Thanks