Paul C - Think lyrics

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Paul C - Think lyrics

[Verse 1: Large Professor] Now, I've been holdin' cla**es on the creation of slick pa**ages So, instead of you bitin', why don't you ask and just wait? Don't ever get impatient and wanna sink your teeth Into somethin' mouth-waterin', cause you're just orderin' me To kick some foot to that an*s Don't try to get famous, homeboy, cause my name is The Large Professor, you got a problem? I've got the remedy I'll tell you how to break those, so you'll remember me Tellin' you once, you can't slip up, dunce You hear me recite clearly because I lost my gold fronts So, to make an excuse, here's your next alternative If you didn't listen, you better learn [?] [?] life, to my name is a [?] My rhymes shoot like a missile or rifle I don't play, so think! [Verse 2] Now, I hear a lot of garbage on the radio today Cause people take a sample from a record, loop it and say Absolutely nothin', MC's sound crispy Breakable, and if they try to diss me, they're history Or they'll get broke upon, and as long as I'm the slicker DJ's can enter and exit even quicker My man, the Mad Scientist, G-O-D Here's to cuttin' D-E-B-T, period Along with Sir Scratch and K-Cut, rough like velcro slippers And they cut like the rebel clippers So, like I said before, don't try to get famous Lookin' and buildin' a rep You better step before you wind up nameless Because your minuscule brain won't allow you to sound bright So get your a** in my cla**, so I can show you how to write But to produce and stupefy, the others with super fly pa**ages Like the Professor, you jacks should just think! [Verse 3] I know a couple of brothers that are true poets But since their chance to advance is held up, you wouldn't know it So, Neek The Exotic, raise your hand and let 'em know That with or without a record, you're still wreckin' the show [?], [?], [?], [?], and many more get elegant And that's not irrelevant Cause these same people might take a spot from you not thinkin' Comin' up weak, and takin' things for granted, man, it Vexes me, brothers gettin' paid, for actin' like imbeciles Puttin' on a show to make bills But like my saying goes: "While you're gettin' paid and livin' luxurious There's another that's brighter and curious" Well, ghost for now, and when I look up, pose Cause when you're lookin' up, you'll be smellin' rocked, poor souls Think!