dj unknown & dj mekalek - large pro lyrics
dj unknown & dj mekalek ft. mr. complex and l.i.f.e. long – “large pro”
[emcee(s): mr. complex and l.i.f.e. long]
[producer(s) of instrumental 1: large professor (original instrumental from large professor – “the mad scientist”)]
[producer(s) of instrumental 2: large professor (original instrumental from tragedy khadafi ft. havoc – “da funk mode (large professor remix)”)]
[dj mix: dj unknown and dj mekalek]
[scratches: dj unknown and dj mekalek]
[intro: mr. complex]
yeah, yeah, uh. we’re gonna do it like this. uh, uh, we’re gonna do it like that. take you back. way, way back. who that? who that? it’s complex—you knew that. catch a little wreck with dj unknown and dj mek. do it like this. do it like, uh. do it like, uh. do it like, “what?” yo, yo
[verse 1: mr. complex]
i’ll catch
wreck on the mic on the toilet—you don’t want to go after me
talk sh-t with my name in the same sentence is blasphemy
i’ll change your ways like construction. my fluction
causing abduction ‘cause i’ll take your places
a lot of emcees will visit places you already been
like jermen, like jermaine. let’s get serious, let’s
end. let’s begin it again and a-gain and again, ah
i’ll get in your skin like aloe and lanolin, ah
channeling force from a source that’s so pure. of course it’s
kept raw, but i’ll cook it to your liking
your aimlessly stroll turned to hiking. your skate-
-boarding turned to biking. your [?] chick turned
to strike you back—f-ck that. no way i’ma lose when
i got on my lucky hat. you little muskrat, you little rodent
so i feel free to bust at with an elmer fudd musket
i’m clean, so anxious, rip down this microphone
you’re so suspect, you’re so despicable, so predict-
-able. i’m sick of you. i’m sick within and sick
of being sick of you. p-ss the nyquil before i put the
visual to my audio like hype will ‘cause the night will never end
pleasant, unless you find pleasure in head-severing
moans and cries from grown guys. knew when fools
have grown wise with known ties and allies, but
n-body’s got your back when i rise. yo, yo
we do it like that. i’m saying
[verse 2: l.i.f.e. long]
uh, another dead body on the street
another dead body on the street
yo, never do you wrong. it’s l.i.f.e
long out of the stronghold
we bold. f-ck all y’all biters. peace
to my writers guild. still maintaining
on our destiny, crafting thoughts, manifesting
i’ve been paying dues, got back receipts
and union t-shirts. i even got stories of war, murders
seen while in flight. the kamikaze craft
pilot the aerocalligraphy. got my prepaid
card for hang time. check, my composition paper looking
like a work of art. i’ll script ‘til the pen’s inkless
but never thinkless or thoughtless. freestyling
in the dome while doing a chorus. i’ll make music
for a-alikes. i must keep the energy levels
up [?] speak from in self
and stay humble. got advantage over prey in midair
like rumble. l.i.f.e. long stomping through cities, making
buildings crumble. i’ll throw p-sses, but y’all steady fumble
it’s an upset as y’all fall and steady
tumble. l.i.f.e. long. who ready to rumble with the
rough start? flipping the verses and shatter your jug-
-ular vein. insert the lyrical pain inside
your membrane. it’s like that how we do it
yo, you can’t even pursue it. it’s l.i.f.e. long
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