Hardcore Hip Hop

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Large Professor] To hell with the alternative rapper, I make the style blacker When playtime's over, I take your mind back to the norm And where the artform was once invented Well now hardcore payment in New York by minute Brought turntables out and hooked mics up, God Blessing the less fortunate to write something hard Don't forsake it, you roll with the funk you can't fake it, kid We've been putting in mad time like a state bid For hours, and not to let all the powers that be Tell us what, where, when, how it should be Man, you've been hoodwinked if you thought you couldn't bring That potent dosage, and still get the wood grain They honest, people speak in ebonics Ain't that a blip, P will save the beat to a data chip Fuck all the pillow, small talk and the chatter chit When it's time to get it popped off, dude you gotta get [Hook] (The hardcore rap music that make your ears ring) (My sound is strictly hardcore underground) (Large Pro, with the hardcore sound) (The hardcore, you've waited all year for) (It's the hardcore rap music that make your ears ring) (My sound is strictly hardcore underground) (I flip the hardcore shit so little punks can know) (Large Pro) [Verse 2: Large Professor] How I'm rappin', I'm mentally slappin' The shit out of them nappin' Lip-flappin'-ass weak cake napkin Boys to envoys hear the sound of my voice Echoing through the 'jects while I'm Tonka toys Got favored and played with on that gay shit I was out on a ghetto vacation Away from them stiff suit-and-tie men Who sit and scrutinize our lives Not knowing they could get brutalized for that Low as the kicks and high as the hats Explosion hits, you've got no haps off the meat racks I don't rhyme no more, I eat tracks Leaving washed-up bums on the bench with heat packs And still getting greenbacks for sho' Straight from Queens like Pastor Jo' So when you pass the dro to your man with your hat real low Listening to the Pro with the accurate flow, you rep [Hook] [Outro: Large Professor] Oh man! This that fire! Word! (Large Pro) I don't see how them dudes gonna be able to operate! (I flip the hardcore shit so little punks can know) (Large Pro) Large Professor does it again You can chalk that as another win (The exotic, funky) Marco Polo! Yo fame, where you at? Marcoooo Pooooloooooo! (I flip the hardcore shit so little punks can know) (Large Pro) Hardcore hip hop