Professor P- Look at Me

[Professor P]

Professor P, runnin this rap shit
Fuzion, see, we runnin’ this rap shit
Crusader, man we runnin’ this rap shit
Legacy is runnin’ this rap shit
Professor P, runnin this rap shit
Fuzion, see, we runnin’ this rap shit
Crusader, man we runnin’ this rap shit
Legacy is runnin’ this rap shit

Look at me, you ain’t heard a flow like this
Look at you, you put on a shoe that don’t fit
Rap game is mine, I know you can’t take it from me
Wake up buddy, wash off all that make up, buddy
Quit covering the real you with your fake shit
You suck and every song you make is just the same shit
Throw out your teddy bears and your baby’s blanket
This ain’t a game for cowards, it takes a man to make it
And trust me, you ain’t a man, you’re a fan
A Stan, your rhymes are bland
You think you got the resources to rap, but you can’t
You’re a rhinestone to my clique full of diamonds, man
Quit eyein’ me man, you’ll never wear this chain
You’ll be another product of pop, the second Lil Wayne
You’ll never have this fortune and fame
You can put on Puffy’s shiny suits but you still won’t have it made

You’re overflowin’ with gimmicks like them Albertson’s pickets
You take away from hip-hop and have nothing to give it
You don’t know how to rock a mic, admit it
If you’re serious to beef, I don’t need my homies in it
We can face each other like a man, one on one
I’ll take you out with one fist, I don’t need a fucking gun
If I was stupid, I’d use your own rhymes against you
But you can’t rhyme- sorry if that upsets you

If you think you’ve made a mess now, wait, I’ll make a mess too
But not by fucking with my superiors but with your blood and tissue
Homie, you got issues, hold up, fuck it
You walk into the club and your chain, haha, you tuck it?
What a sucka, motha fucka, this ain’t even beef
An emotional little white kid missing half his teeth
You’re so called “crew” is compromised of you
And a producer, but he don’t even know what producers do!
DJ Phantom, yeah, he’s better off unseen
Don’t want the whole world to laugh when his ass gets on TV
Wait, hold that thought, you on TV?
That’s almost rarer than you actually being me
Sorry, go cry in a corner cause life is tough
Now look, you’re stuck in a rut, getting ass fucked
But not by me, unlike you, I don’t play that
You’re getting fucked by JD, now you can wear a So So Gay hat

To sum it all up, don’t fuck with my throne
I’ll have you in the zone, turn your body from nine eight six to cold
And now I’m still in the prime position
And your ass is now dead, so who you think you dissin’?
You’re guilty of wack, no second opinion
You’re nothing more than Lil Bow Wow’s minion
You don’t want it with me, P, rap’s greatest kingpin
Moral of the story is don’t talk shit without thinkin’
Motherfucker