Hungry

[Large Professor] Bussin out the woodworks on all rap jerks It's me Large Pro kid the one that perks up the party Whenever its time to drop mine I come through correct with the power to shine from the suns Radiation I clock funds Fuck all the bullshit I'm making spot runs from state to state But I'm the worldwide great Bound to blow up and won't ever deflate or go pop Cos once I start I don't stop So check out the man as I hop to the top On that ass like the temperature heat I'm risin To all the critics that keep critisisin Y'all don't know about shit I'm strictly large core without intermission I'll split Your whole rap staff in half then laugh Cos I done mastered the art and the craft Of freaking a loop to make the girls wanna shoop And kickin a line to make the guys wanna find A nice cool spot to roll up at its fat I say and slay it and lay it to DAT Baby without an if or a maybe There ain't no other and we don't bother Cos I got a lot more albums galore in me And in the end some of y'all might see what it is That separate the pop pop fizz from this Radioactive one who never lacked it Coming from Queens with the over ground tactic (Word) Word mad clear not blurred The next man slipped and he only got heard For trying to come against he got his ass mixed For various wack ass subliminal hits on the low I'll take you wherever you wanna go In this hip hop world cos I was born to flow And drop logic on everyone in every project To maintain the reign is the motherfucking object(ive) For longevity and I could never be wack In fact I stay as sharp as a thumbtack Penetrating the non-innovating ain't shit to me Same old same your lame rollin out the budha To get blown out the frame on some arsine shit Boy you get lit like a stove when I'm in complete flip mode So watch out carve another notch out son (Why?) Cos I'm hungry