Mad Scientist - Large Professor

I used to walk around Main with pain on my motherfuckin' brain

I’m the black man you can’t contain

Large Professor, the one who puts the funk back in it

A lot of infiltrators tryin' to be, and I been it

Plottin' and schemin' the things that I used to do

Even booster, too, out on Long Island buckwildin'

Didn’t give a flyin', used to see Ryan 'cause he had the Doctor…

Rhythm machine, and I would rock the

Microphone, never was shook

As you get hooked, whooped and whooped and fuckin' took

To the ultimate, it’s The LP with the ultra shit

Heavy D, nothin' but love for ya, B

Mad Scientist, The Mad Scientist

The Mad Scientist, Mad Scientist

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

From Flushing, know for programmin' the percussion

Basslines are set, now check me out and I’ll bet ya

The one that claims 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 reputation’s full-fledged, yo, zip the lip

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 half the things that I’ve

Gone through, the born truth, and livin', though I’m driven

By everythin' real and I know how to deal

You think I’m lyin'?

It’s The Mad Scientist

The Mad Scientist

Never had a basement, never had an attic

Only an apartment where I forever had static

For me doin' a beat, it got threw in the street

Even put in a cell, livin' in hip-hop Hell

So far in my career, but I’m still here

To organize for your eyes and drop science on your ear

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 somethin' ill, for real

Come into my laboratory where you can’t stand still

And the funk keeps bangin'

All my peeps hangin' on the block, this one’s for you

It’s time to rock on a higher plateau

And I’ll supply a fat show wherever I go

Yo, you can’t front on, flake, or even try and diss

Your man Large Profess', The Mad Scientist

The Mad Scientist

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

From Flushing, know for programmin' 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 reputation’s full-fledged, yo, zip the lip

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 half the things that I’ve

Gone through, the born truth, and livin', though I’m driven

By everythin' real and I know how to deal

You think I’m lyin'?

It’s 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