Originate Ft. Large Professor

The Beatnuts

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The originals The originals I originate I originate I originate I, I originate I originate I originate Yeah, it started off 189 wanted Prepared to bum rush this spot without warning Duffle bag tucked, we was there to conduct Our business, air it and never leave a eyewitness Barry White triplets, I'm grabbing 'em Plus the Eddie Floyd stack album in the back by the bathroom Knowing all the shit no one knows Way before radio played Golden Bowls We was out there getting 'em Beats plus spitting 'em Bars, I'm large about the streets, I'm hitting 'em Junkyard Syko style Keep them chickens from back city 'cause they might go wild Once they get a quick dose of this trio ferocious Blow and pow like Fourth of July explosives Thirty day notices getting sent out To all you greaseball rappers, this is world renowned I, I originate I originate I originate I originate I, I originate I originate I originate I originate I originate It's the originator (Who got the funk?) Not the imitator You just a french fry, I'm a hot potato Big Syke, the drunken operator Computer data broadcasting live from the Buddha chamber Future flavor, so turn it up Ayo, that new Beatnuts shit is burning up Charts across the global, my vocals like a yodel Large Pro tuned up with three plates of soul food Funk tracks on point like thumbtacks It's the raw baby, banging out of drum pads Like ooh, shorty asked me if I sniff glue I told her hell no, I just puff dro What's my motherfucking name? Syko Junkyard and my nigga Large Pro Professor break it down low I originate I originate I, I originate I originate I, I originate I originate I, I originate I originate I originate Yeah, Big Ju, I come through with the final component Loaded and ready, just right for the moment Serve it up raw, uncut and quite potent Niggas still sleep with the door and lights open Me, I dig deep, real deep in the Earth Find the right records, be freaking 'em first Some say it's an addiction, some say it's a curse I'm married to this beat, it's for better or worse I hustle 'til the work is gone Go in the booth, get on the mic, go berserk and swan And whip up the perfect song 'Cause really if it ain't about the music then the shit's just wrong I originate I originate I originate I, I originate I originate I, I originate I originate I, I originate I originate I originate