The mad scientist

Large Professor

Composed by: W.P. Mitchell
I'm called the Mad Scientist Extra P  
 About to set up shop and drop this next degree  
 On the masses, yeah it's the live guy with glasses  
 The flushing, know from programming the percussion  
 Basslines are set now check me out and I'll bet ya  
 The one that claims that he's the best can't catch a  
 Beat like I catch it cause it's downright wretched  
 Put it through the S-950 then stretch it  
 To create the great type of shit to fit  
 My reputations full-fledged, yo, zip the lip  
 I'm about to set it on society, watch me while I do it  
 My man I've been through it and don't know many who would  
 Be able to survive after things that I've  
 Gone through the born truth, and living though I'm driven  
 By everything real and I know how to deal  
 You think I'm lying this? The Mad Scientist  
  
 The Mad Scientist (Repeat 3x)  
  
 Never had a basement, never had an attic  
 Only an apartment where I forever had static  
 For me doing a beat and got through in the street  
 Even put in a cell living in hip-hop hell  
 So far in my career, but I'm still here  
 To organize for your eyes and drop science on your ears  
 A strong black rebel, who loves the track level  
 Kinda loud, so turn it up so I can find a crowd to rock  
 And I'll concoct something ill for real  
 Come into my labratory where you can't stand still  
 And the funk keeps banging, to all my peeps hanging  
 On the block this one's for you, it's time to rock  
 On a higher plateau, I supply a fat show, wherever I go  
 Yo, you can't front on, fake, or even try and diss  
 Your man the Large Profess the Mad Scientist  
  
 The Mad Scientist (Repeat 3x)  
  
 I'm called the Mad Scientist Extra P  
 About to set up shop and drop this next degree  
 On the masses, yeah it's the live guy with glasses  
 The flushing, know from programming the percussion  
 Basslines are set now check me out and I'll bet ya  
 The one that claims that he's the best can't catch a  
 Beat like I catch it cause it's downright wretched  
 Put it through the S-950 then stretch it  
 To create the great type of shit to fit  
 My reputations full-fledged, yo, zip the lip  
 I'm about to set it on society, watch me while I do it  
 My man I've been through it and don't know many who would  
 Be able to survive after things that I've  
 Gone through the born truth, and living though I'm driven  
 By everything real and I know how to deal  
 You think I'm lying this? The Mad Scientist  
  
 I'll never die in this, the Mad Scientist  
 You can't try and diss the Mad Scientist  
 Or ever fry and crisp the Mad Scientist  
  
 Yeah, yeah
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