#large professor

Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard; My brain is insane - I’m out to lunch, god. Science is dropped, my raps are toxic; My voice box locks and excels like a rocket.

The parlayer, I’ll make your heads bop, pa; I shine a light on perpetrators, like a cop’s car. From day to night, I play the mic and you’ll thank God; I wreck shit so much, the microphone’ll need a paint job.

Nas - One Time for Your Mind