"If something is yours by right

then fight for it or shut up..."

Si a que estamos con Main Source con El Profesor Grande

Sir Skratch and K Cut y vamos a late los rappers

y no puede en casa

Rappers can dance sing and shake their thing at the same time

But can't rhyme

They probably think that as long as they gettin paid

they can sleep in the shade but they'll fall like a cascade

While I drop skills over drum fills

They'll try to pick up some, and still sound slum

Cause they didn't learn the fundamentals

at this, and I insist that they get dissed

For fraud, their weak rap tunes keep me bored

Sword, due to the type of bullshit they record

Hey and I make em concentrate on the songs I create

And kids can't wait to get they fork knife and plate

So they can chew what I serve with the nerve

To call themselves real, but I know the deal

So I just place all the cards on the trap

Tell them to cut the crap, now let's rap

Si, a que estan allegrando de esos rapid que

sepatan muy grande, que no sabe lo dice haciendo

por no se con fat, pero El Profesor el es sabo

de casiendo, y entien la musica muy buena

y cucata estaba con grande como eso

espendejos sepatan muy grande por alli

y Sir Skratch and K-Cut ellos que estaba DJ

muy bueno. Con sabo por diciendo

Now all you rap clowns let's go the seven rounds

And put down your imaginary frown

Or take it to the streets, with multiple beats

Get as loose as you want, flaunt, no beeps

This time when you rhyme it won't be for a rock show

It'll be on the block so

we can work like strainers, or filters

And find out all remainders and the best builders

Cause so