[{"id":21996303,"name":"Large Professor","trackName":"Large Professor","artistName":"Main Source","albumName":"The Best of Main Source","duration":188.734694,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'll advance to your backside, foot and put\nNine prints and diss a meantimes, where the sun don't shine\nSo get a flah of the spotlight fast\nYou got kicked in the ass by the man with the eyes of glass\nSlide from me you money kicking the dull crap\nI'll make your skull snap, seeing me all at\nIn this here field my foot equals yield\nYour brain is simple and reveal while mine is sealed\nComing up with the archeological finds\nFunk drums allow me to spark you with rhymes\nThe mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it\nCause it's the Large Professor\n\nWhile you was doing the butt, I was putting game down\nYou frowned before now you wear the same frown\nJust as long as the buck I sit when I think\nI couldn't care less who was jelling the Profess-or\nSir 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the mist\nYou want to feel hard times, then friend say your rhymes\nThe results will be about 10 volts in your mind\nI'll electrify, your brain is hollow like a tunnel\nI squeeze out doubt like a funnel\nI'm the MS rep on the microphone\nIf I say what you don't like, go home\nThat's why the places I play stay packed\nYou like what I say and you always come back\nThe mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it\nCause it's the Large Professor","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.18] I'll advance to your backside, foot and put\n[00:07.66] Nine prints and diss a meantimes, where the sun don't shine\n[00:10.77] So get a flah of the spotlight fast\n[00:12.49] You got kicked in the ass by the man with the eyes of glass\n[00:15.03] Slide from me you money kicking the dull crap\n[00:17.27] I'll make your skull snap, seeing me all at\n[00:19.58] In this here field my foot equals yield\n[00:21.78] Your brain is simple and reveal while mine is sealed\n[00:24.42] Coming up with the 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mind\nI'll electrify, your brain is hollow like a tunnel\nI squeeze out doubt like a funnel\nI'm the MS rep on the microphone\nIf I say what you don't like, go home\nThat's why the places I play stay packed\nYou like what I say and you always come back\nThe mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it\nCause it's the Large Professor","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Large Professor (2017 Remastered Version)\n artist: Main Source\n album: Breaking Atoms (2017 Remastered Version)\n duration_ms: 188239\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I'll advance to your backside, foot and put\n Nine prints and diss a meantimes, where the sun don't shine\n So get a flah of the spotlight fast\n You got kicked in the ass by the man with the eyes of glass\n Slide from me you money kicking the dull crap\n I'll make your skull snap, seeing me all at\n In this here field my foot equals yield\n Your brain is simple and reveal while mine is 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whose rhymes sound fabricated\n Heads get deflated when the Professor's untranslated\n Style gets everyday play\n Brothers on the butters can't flip the Parkay\n Their mouths are sealed like Zip-Loc bags\n Fake like wrestling and small like frags\n The mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it\n Cause it's the Large Professor\n\n Finessing the songs like this, babblists get bust with the quickness\n Baby hit the mist\n You want to feel hard times, then friend say your rhymes\n The results will be about 10 volts in your mind\n I'll electrify, your brain is hollow like a tunnel\n I squeeze out doubt like a funnel\n I'm the MS rep on the microphone\n If I say what you don't like, go home\n That's why the places I play stay packed\n You like what I say and you always come back\n The mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it\n Cause it's the Large Professor\n"},{"id":9371146,"name":"Large Professor (2017 Remastered Version)","trackName":"Large Professor (2017 Remastered Version)","artistName":"Main Source","albumName":"Breaking Atoms (2017 Remastered)","duration":188.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'll advance to your backside, foot and put\nNine prints and diss a meantimes, where the sun don't shine\nSo get a flah of the spotlight fast\nYou got kicked in the ass by the man with the eyes of glass\nSlide from me you money kicking the dull crap\nI'll make your skull snap, seeing me all at\nIn this here field my foot equals yield\nYour brain is simple and reveal while mine is sealed\nComing up with the archeological finds\nFunk drums allow me to spark you with rhymes\nThe mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it\nCause it's the Large Professor\n\nWhile you was doing the butt, I was putting game down\nYou frowned before now you wear the same frown\nJust as long as the buck I sit when I think\nI couldn't care less who was jelling the Profess-or\nSir Scratch and K-Cut the Main Source\nBack to break more atoms of course\nWith the beat no more melodious, votes I suprise folks\nI'm as sharp as a toothpick, come and watch the youth kick\nThe game so tough cause the shine I'll scuff\nBusting the fluff cause I'm just that tough\nThe mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it\nCause it's the Large Professor\n\nI stomp supposed comp like a posse\nBrothers try to squash me, so I speak harshly\nOn the constant truth of the Main Source crew\nI peruse the place jsut to see what I can do\nTo stupid MC's whose rhymes sound fabricated\nHeads get deflated when the Professor's untranslated\nStyle gets everyday play\nBrothers on the butters can't flip the Parkay\nTheir mouths are sealed like Zip-Loc bags\nFake like wrestling and small like frags\nThe mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it\nCause it's the Large Professor\n\nFinessing the songs like this, babblists get bust with the quickness\nBaby hit the mist\nYou want to feel hard times, then friend say your rhymes\nThe results will be about 10 volts in your mind\nI'll electrify, your brain is hollow like a tunnel\nI squeeze out doubt like a funnel\nI'm the MS rep on the microphone\nIf I say what you don't like, go home\nThat's why the places I play stay packed\nYou like what I say and you always come back\nThe mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it\nCause it's the Large Professor","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Large Professor (2017 Remastered Version)\n artist: Main Source\n album: Breaking Atoms (2017 Remastered)\n duration_ms: 188000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I'll advance to your backside, foot and put\n Nine prints and diss a meantimes, where the sun don't shine\n So get a flah of the spotlight fast\n You got kicked in the ass by the man with the eyes of glass\n Slide from me you money kicking the dull crap\n I'll make your skull snap, seeing me all at\n In this here field my foot equals yield\n Your brain is simple and reveal while mine is sealed\n Coming up with the archeological finds\n Funk drums allow me to spark you with rhymes\n The mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it\n Cause it's the Large Professor\n\n While you was doing the butt, I was putting game down\n You frowned before now you wear the same frown\n Just as long as the buck I sit when I think\n I couldn't care less who was jelling the Profess-or\n Sir Scratch and K-Cut the Main Source\n Back to break more atoms of course\n With the beat no more melodious, votes I suprise folks\n I'm as sharp as a toothpick, come and watch the youth kick\n The game so tough cause the shine I'll scuff\n Busting the fluff cause I'm just that tough\n The mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it\n Cause it's the Large Professor\n\n I stomp supposed comp like a posse\n Brothers try to squash me, so I speak harshly\n On the constant truth of the Main Source crew\n I peruse the place jsut to see what I can do\n To stupid MC's whose rhymes sound fabricated\n Heads get deflated when the Professor's untranslated\n Style gets everyday play\n Brothers on the butters can't flip the Parkay\n Their mouths are sealed like Zip-Loc bags\n Fake like wrestling and small like frags\n The mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it\n Cause it's the Large Professor\n\n Finessing the songs like this, babblists get bust with the quickness\n Baby hit the mist\n You want to feel hard times, then friend say your rhymes\n The results will be about 10 volts in your mind\n I'll electrify, your brain is hollow like a tunnel\n I squeeze out doubt like a funnel\n I'm the MS rep on the microphone\n If I say what you don't like, go home\n That's why the places I play stay packed\n You like what I say and you always come back\n The mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it\n Cause it's the Large Professor\n"},{"id":30686175,"name":"The Hardest","trackName":"The Hardest","artistName":"Large Professor feat. Styles P & AZ","albumName":"Main Source","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nIt's the Ghost S.P\nThe G-O-D A.Z\nX.P\nIt's the Ghost S.P with the G-O-D H.P\nS.P. with the G-O-D A.Z\nHardest, yeah, hardest\n\nYeah, it's the hardest out\nI'mma die for my cause, take the martyr route\nUp north they talk about me when the yard is out\nBut can't come through the hood on the mountain bike when cars is out\nIt's the G-H-O-S-T, go in\nI'm the P-H-A-N-T-O-M\n\nSpit gems, blow him from his chin to his eyebrow\nTryna watch Beat Street and Wild Style\nGet the feeling back, whatever happened to realer rap\nAsk my man, where the tequila at\nI'm from the hood where they peel your\nCap and you ain't got a prize under\nWord to the hoodie that my eyes under\nWord to the hand that the glove's over\nIt's all hate when the love's over\n\nTalk straight when the thug sober\nBut keep it quiet, just shush when you see me blowing kush on the push\nTryna get large dough\n\nGhost, Sosa and Large Pro\nWhy you think I got on my cargos\nTo put mad stacks in it\nI burn your house with the plaques in it\nAnd then I'm spraying the MAC in it\nYour DJ's wack, burn his house with the wax in it\nNever kick raps if you ain't got facts in it\n\nBut regardless, whatever your bars is\nI don't give a fuck 'cause I be the hardest, nigga\n\nI'm T-H-E H-R-D\nE-S-T, you don't wanna see S.P\nEvery day I wake up, it's like I'm liable to sin\nSmoke haze in Bible paper, swallowing gin\nI'm G-H-O-S-T\nI could crack the ground and make the clouds come down\nFind me if you looking for trouble\nSend a hundred niggas, I'mma bust a thousand rounds\n\nI'm the rap James Bond, my crack case gone\nGot her cuffed in the court, had my mack face on\nFunny walk, money talk, told Black stay calm\nHe up north like a boss, tatted half his arm\nSlid his moms seven grand, told her hold that down\nWe fam, it go low then I roll back 'round\nI'm as vicious as the villas you know\n\nOnly difference is consistence, I'm considered a pro\nFrom the trenches 'til I'm dead and I'm inches below\nIt's not a game, hear the name, bet it's mentioned with dough\nYou never know, niggas wanna see me dead\n\nDeath threats being spread, but it's easily said\nThey can't touch me, stay with a chick and a dutchie\nSlim and quick, but the fifth make me feel like I'm husky\nDevilish, don't move with a godly offer\nMost Wanted in the mix tryna dodge that quarter\nI'm a chauffer and way more advanced than most\nI'm with the Ghost and we bang like we champs of the coast\n\nPut your gloves on and fuck the humble shit, the love is gone\nBy the morning they'll mumble and moan, motherfucker\nYeah, we done here\n\nI'm T-H-E H-R-D\nE-S-T, y'all don't wanna see AZ\nAt any given minute, nigga liable to slip\nYou want a pimp nigga, find you a bitch, I ain't the one\nS-O-S, that's me\nGot a hundred hungry goons that'll kill for free\nAnd the same young nigga that'll torch your face\nWill suit up and come support at your wake, motherfucker\n\nIt's the Ghost S.P\nThe G-O-D A.Z\nX.P\nIt's the Ghost S.P\nWith the G-O-D H.P\nX.P. with the G-O-D A.Z\nHardest, yeah, hardest","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Hardest\n artist: Large Professor feat. Styles P & AZ\n album: Main Source\n duration_ms: 283000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n It's the Ghost S.P\n The G-O-D A.Z\n X.P\n It's the Ghost S.P with the G-O-D H.P\n S.P. with the G-O-D A.Z\n Hardest, yeah, hardest\n\n Yeah, it's the hardest out\n I'mma die for my cause, take the martyr route\n Up north they talk about me when the yard is out\n But can't come through the hood on the mountain bike when cars is out\n It's the G-H-O-S-T, go in\n I'm the P-H-A-N-T-O-M\n\n Spit gems, blow him from his chin to his eyebrow\n Tryna watch Beat Street and Wild Style\n Get the feeling back, whatever happened to realer rap\n Ask my man, where the tequila at\n I'm from the hood where they peel your\n Cap and you ain't got a prize under\n Word to the hoodie that my eyes under\n Word to the hand that the glove's over\n It's all hate when the love's over\n\n Talk straight when the thug sober\n But keep it quiet, just shush when you see me blowing kush on the push\n Tryna get large dough\n\n Ghost, Sosa and Large Pro\n Why you think I got on my cargos\n To put mad stacks in it\n I burn your house with the plaques in it\n And then I'm spraying the MAC in it\n Your DJ's wack, burn his house with the wax in it\n Never kick raps if you ain't got facts in it\n\n But regardless, whatever your bars is\n I don't give a fuck 'cause I be the hardest, nigga\n\n I'm T-H-E H-R-D\n E-S-T, you don't wanna see S.P\n Every day I wake up, it's like I'm liable to sin\n Smoke haze in Bible paper, swallowing gin\n I'm G-H-O-S-T\n I could crack the ground and make the clouds come down\n Find me if you looking for trouble\n Send a hundred niggas, I'mma bust a thousand rounds\n\n I'm the rap James Bond, my crack case gone\n Got her cuffed in the court, had my mack face on\n Funny walk, money talk, told Black stay calm\n He up north like a boss, tatted half his arm\n Slid his moms seven grand, told her hold that down\n We fam, it go low then I roll back 'round\n I'm as vicious as the villas you know\n\n Only difference is consistence, I'm considered a pro\n From the trenches 'til I'm dead and I'm inches below\n It's not a game, hear the name, bet it's mentioned with dough\n You never know, niggas wanna see me dead\n\n Death threats being spread, but it's easily said\n They can't touch me, stay with a chick and a dutchie\n Slim and quick, but the fifth make me feel like I'm husky\n Devilish, don't move with a godly offer\n Most Wanted in the mix tryna dodge that quarter\n I'm a chauffer and way more advanced than most\n I'm with the Ghost and we bang like we champs of the coast\n\n Put your gloves on and fuck the humble shit, the love is gone\n By the morning they'll mumble and moan, motherfucker\n Yeah, we done here\n\n I'm T-H-E H-R-D\n E-S-T, y'all don't wanna see AZ\n At any given minute, nigga liable to slip\n You want a pimp nigga, find you a bitch, I ain't the one\n S-O-S, that's me\n Got a hundred hungry goons that'll kill for free\n And the same young nigga that'll torch your face\n Will suit up and come support at your wake, motherfucker\n\n It's the Ghost S.P\n The G-O-D A.Z\n X.P\n It's the Ghost S.P\n With the G-O-D H.P\n X.P. with the G-O-D A.Z\n Hardest, yeah, hardest\n"}]