- published: 21 Dec 2015
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Large Professor (born William Paul Mitchell on March 21, 1973, in the Harlem section of New York, New York. USA), also known as Large Pro and Xtra P, is a New York City-based hip hop record producer and emcee. He is also best known as a founding member of the influential underground hip hop group Main Source, and as a frequent collaborator with Nas.About.com ranked Large Professor #5 on its Top 50 Hip-Hop Producers list.
Mitchell moved in his early childhood to Flushing, Queens, where he was raised. His production career started early in his adolescence. As a young teenager, he would make pause tapes, in which he would pause a beat and blend it in with other sequences. Eventually, he managed to own a Casio SK-1 sampling keyboard that allowed him to make his beats in the comfort of his own home. He became a protégé of the late Paul C, a record producer and musician with whom he credits for teaching him virtually everything he knows about record production as well as the associated technology used for making hip-hop music. Paul C was doing production work with Eric B. & Rakim and Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, and then, at age 17, Large was given the opportunity to program beats for Eric B. & Rakim's album Let the Rhythm Hit 'Em (1990) while still attending high school. While working with them, he discovered Nas, who got a management deal with Serchlite Publishing (headed by MC Serch from former group 3rd Bass) and produced three tracks on Nas's debut album, Illmatic (1994), after he was signed by Columbia Records. His work with Eric B. & Rakim eventually led him to work on Kool G Rap & DJ Polo's Wanted: Dead or Alive (1990), producing (officially credited as a co-producer) the album's lead single and iconic hip-hop classic, “Streets of New York.”
[Large Professor]
Bussin out the woodworks on all rap jerks
It's me Large Pro kid the one that perks up the party
Whenever its time to drop mine
I come through correct with the power to shine from the suns
Radiation I clock funds
Fuck all the bullshit I'm making spot runs from state to state
But I'm the worldwide great
Bound to blow up and won't ever deflate or go pop
Cos once I start I don't stop
So check out the man as I hop to the top
On that ass like the temperature heat I'm risin
To all the critics that keep critisisin
Y'all don't know about shit
I'm strictly large core without intermission I'll split
Your whole rap staff in half then laugh
Cos I done mastered the art and the craft
Of freaking a loop to make the girls wanna shoop
And kickin a line to make the guys wanna find
A nice cool spot to roll up at its fat
I say and slay it and lay it to DAT
Baby without an if or a maybe
There ain't no other and we don't bother
Cos I got a lot more albums galore in me
And in the end some of y'all might see what it is
That separate the pop pop fizz from this
Radioactive one who never lacked it
Coming from Queens with the over ground tactic
(Word) Word mad clear not blurred
The next man slipped and he only got heard
For trying to come against he got his ass mixed
For various wack ass subliminal hits on the low
I'll take you wherever you wanna go
In this hip hop world cos I was born to flow
And drop logic on everyone in every project
To maintain the reign is the motherfucking object(ive)
For longevity and I could never be wack
In fact I stay as sharp as a thumbtack
Penetrating the non-innovating ain't shit to me
Same old same your lame rollin out the budha
To get blown out the frame on some arsine shit
Boy you get lit like a stove when I'm in complete flip mode
So watch out carve another notch out son (Why?)