Astonishing

[Verse 1: Large Professor] Astonishing how I flip a mic and start bombin’ shit Varnishing, paint on the wall with knowledge and Wisdom, one, two, dip ‘em in the holy water Rip it in the holy war, check ‘em into post mortem Document, fresh direct Ralph Lauren hoodie When I be on the West Coast rock with [?] The limelight fry ‘em like five-fifty Fahrenheit Fire mics daily with ninety-nine terabytes Bangers, I pop up with new angles In the maze, navigating this game, so far made loose- And dead-ends, crystal mint, James Brown, there it is Walking it, talking it, making it all connect Through instinct, full of god, Iron Mike in the straight Mosey up and away, grab your rosary Hoes be all up in the mix tryna cake off Or be left with crumbs in the end while I take all [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] I’m straight boss, wave of my hand I make ‘em break North I’m paid off, something like Bernie how I made off Yours truly, got ‘em jumping like the horror movie Shit your groupies move to couldn’t hardly move me I’m that Beat Street Ramo with fuego Pounds or pesos, don’t matter it’s all bueno Pay close attention, mention my name: provoke tension Bets in the game, there’s no question This is Marco, Rebel on the job with the Large Pro Lords of the Underground marked with the barcode The Dark Knight, eyes on the city Dimes on the sticky, overtime on my grissy Mind on the moola, doola Stepping with the superfly cougar and the personal Ruger I’m through your brain like Hennessy black Flow dawg, I’m a menace to rap, but stretching your crack [Samples] "Create astonishing lines" "The flow is something amazing" [Verse 3: O.C.] Similar to Eastwood, roll in the gauntlet Bulletproof bust but shots get to sparkin’ Create an idea, if there’s a problem I solve it Maximize brain cells, glitter like garland You can’t out-rap us, twenty-plus years been at this Large Pro, I-N-S above average This ain’t fire, this is arson Big guns pointing at your toes, got rappers doing the Charleston Breaking atoms send a spindle round your dome When I hit ‘em, if I need help to Deck I shine a Wu emblem M-Polo on the boss for dolo, whippin’ it like a Volvo Picture this like a group photo It’s a team effort, no need to fly solo Bear witness, crown over mine, this would be the logo O.C By design it was in the terrace Simple A-U combined make it eighteen karat [Verse 4: Tragedy Khadafi] Gold bars, Libyan money, bloody the nozz We the verbal gods, blow heat, discreet just to beat the odds Exotic lodges, ménages, Khadaf is Single-handedly murdering soloists and squadrons This is vernacular, my poetry is spectacular Bram Stoker choke the vocals of an amateur Attack like terrorist plot from Afghanistan African, we a pack of wolves, y’all a rack of lambs Seven-and-one-half ounces of grand thoughts spilled I’m like a shark with venom coming out of my gills Behind enemy lines, ready for war still Rhymes like extended clips spitting out of mack mills Benevolent martyr, all my Gs scarred up Mastered the art of these bars, word to the Father Indigenous pharaoh, my thoughts travel Like a hollow-tip through a barrel Watch a universal battle The magnum opus who’ll split an atom when he focused We the titans in the cypher, y’all a bunch of roaches Travel the Matrix in a time-portal spaceship Visions of Euro stacks, better where my face is Champion hoodie, shell-top with no laces Queensbridge houses, nostalgic, most graces