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To know the truth is to know the self
To know the self is to know the Mecca Mecca's not a state of mind or a place Mecca is a way of life It is the answer to all confusion The attribute I'd die for [or Adolfo] Abdullah Mohammed Makes way for the return of the Mecca Salaam Return of the Mecca (whispered 8x) Be sure to export the hardcore that came before Columbus Discover no other serve the soul on a dish Okay means official, kid, not decrepit Though the lyrical dynamo set the flow when I do so Entice the price with the mic device Hit ya slice so precise that you never hurt twice Fierce how I pierce when you near the frontier A world premiere so put the armor on your gear The overlord aboard with the two-edged sword Adored and restored, now the young gun toward Preserve the herb, never kick it to the curb Vocalize a verb, and the return of the word Mecca, the reincarnated selector From the whole agenda, something to remember A richer voice than Robin Leach I'll reach with a speech, no bleach so you can't impeach Monumentally smooth, I'll prove it sincerely To barely when you're near me clearly never sound weary Maintain the gravity, assault and battery So sweet the repeat you're bound to catch a cavity My ability to wreck a facility C.L.'s potential, smooth n' sequential Deep in every measure, hit the lotto for the beggar The midnight wrecker, return of the Mecca Return of the Mecca (whispered) Uh, understand the Mecca in command Part of the plan is the man who built the land He began A scripture ripped out the piece of a scroll Better the know, yes, a foretold, the beautiful and bold Start 'em in Harlem with the motto, the Apollo Boogie to me, I'll swallow hollow when you follow Stable like a turntable, lyrics I cradle No fable, label, or one, my tongue around your navel You're comin' to me so therefore the program's Mecca The silhouette, a weirder fella, darker than vanilla Talkin' about the theoretical, isometrical Alphabetical, rebel, a dissect-the-devil Unveil a tale in detail, the third rail Read it in braille, a bigger male leave a trail Now I sink you to the link, that'll make you think You's too large to shrink, I need a drink And toast to emperor, Mecca said to invent To know of a child, work your wiles so surrender And never to be lobotomized, the flexin' of the stanza But you know the answer when I drop a proper grammar Tabasco, the Late Show, flow to make a peso I manage to do damage so, honey, get Macco Risen from the prison, the division, Black and Decker Strictly for your pleasure, return of the Mecca Return of the Mecca (whispered) Ladies say "ah!," brothers say "oh!" Oh, "D" off the black Baryshnikov, Takin' it up north, back and forth, never been soft Bound to see me swollen like a Beethoven Listen, wide open, never tokin', "do or die," my slogan Save the sarcasm, I'll hit you like a orgasm Back off of that and maybe later let you pat 'em Necessary for any adversary to worry The legendary, primary, never secondary Dip in Peru, overdue in Honolulu Now'd if you knew the preview, could bubble like shampoo Outclass the mass so we'll look in the hourglass No time to waste for those in contrast Like the New York Philharmonic, sent to blow melodic With the logic I hear like a narcotic Put your best to rest, so get your bulletproof vest I got the wild, wild west to your chest You know the cause of death, so forget the autopsy Another got sloppy so I lit it in poppy Smooth as Peabo, but don't like Lelo For the grand finale I slip on like a Bally C.L. and P.R., categorizin' we are The soul brother, Mecca lover, funky by far The classic fantastic, rip it like elastic Here to get drastic, return of the Mecca |
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Here come's the rugged one plus the way I flip it
I collect the loot and then I knock the boots A smooth dark lover prefer to be called the chocolate lover Cuz I can do wonders under cover I'm dip dip dope I rhyme like riz ope I cleanse like soap 'cause it's the great black hope Stay away from the penile I can rock the senile Hons alway wave 'cause slick like bunile Pete Rock on the boot knock, on the boot knock Plus the way that I flow...blood clot Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, yeah... So funky, like a street junky Like I said before, we go, c'mon... For Pete's sake I break and update, wait, I radiate The dub played to navigate the tune I make I fit like a slipper, so catch the Big Dipper Vital signs are quicker, not the flat line picture Showtime original, official with the smooth criminal I hit the cliches on the subliminal With the soul technician to fill the prescription In addition listen close to the mission The P.E.T.E.R.O.C.K., resume With the route to Brut by Faberge No doubt, to shout about a 20-bar segment Off spring the lyrics when the microphone's pregnant Give it a rubdown, now here's the sermon Everywhere you go you hear Mecca from the Vernon Pound for pound, uptown, I get down And bound to spin the record like a merry-go-round The cut don't flow that I touch is not a preemie And who would ever see me when I dream of Jeanie I don't think so, peace, I gotta go And shake like an earthquake, cousin, for Pete's sake To my man... Here come's the rugged one, plus the way I flip it I collect the loot and then I knock the boots A smooth dark lover, prefer to be called the chocolate lover 'Cause I can do wonders under cover I'm dip-dip-dope, I rhyme like riz-ope I cleanse like soap, 'cause it's the great black hope Stay away from the penile, I can rock the senile Hons alway wave 'cause I'm slick like lunile Pete Rock on the boot knock, on the boot knock Plus the way that I flow...blood clot Yo, my style's cock-diesel and I can do the hustle Niggaz know the time, I don't have to flex a muscle I'm not the type to fake it, I wouldn't try to take it Tie your girl to the back of my Jeep butt-naked Slide her monkey ass down the hill So if you don't want beef, money, chill for Pete's sake To my man... Music please... (C.L.) The Mecca's sweet like nectar, maybe 'cause you need it There's a ribbon in the sky, but I wonder if you see it In the days of thunder, notice how I simplex in the proper context Here steps the one, the answer to the riddle Survey says the black press can make you wiggle The staff to the craft, the stroke of a pena Pefect stranger, melody arranger Loopholes are filled when I build with the skill Liquid steels the mic on the Rock's chill No financial aid wade when I'm paid Deep as the Everglade, the escapade a renagade Study in the archives, place your bet, sonny Head crack back to back for the bail money For you, a chapter, slayed by the author Lickin' on your daughter, say, south of the border Now, here we are with the funky repertoire Draw warm like a spa, star, forget all the hoopla C.L. Smooth and Pete Rock Could break and penetrate, piece of cake, cousin, for Pete's sake To my man... For Pete's Sake, c'mon |
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| 3. |
| 5:03 |
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Ghetto of the Mind...
I catch a body at a party sort of herbal with the verbal Look above and see the vultures fly around in a circle Baggin' while you're lollygaggin' raggin' tow taggin' Assassin with the millimeter roars of a dragon Here stood the black hood thirsty for the end And for the love of money kind of funny new friends Public housing a thousand in a tent So I'm forced to sell hell just to pay the rent Killin' my own people, I put 'em out of order Just like the liquor store scene on every corner I'm tryin' but the kids keep cryin', and the bullets keep flyin' Look, a boy, he's on the curb just dyin' Finally the cops come dumb to the slum Pull out a gun and arrest the wrong one Wax all the Puerto Ricans and blacks So they can never relax I dwell, might as well learn the facts Pete Rock and C.L. can radio a shack up Sparkin' off and have 'em all callin' for backup "Watch another crime and you're gonna do time" All this you'll find in the ghettos of the mind Ain't that somethin'?... Listen to cats and rough rats war under the window When the ghetto forts flarey, never was a Tom and Jerry Livin' ain't cheap, my survival is deep In this part of town where the city never sleep A Barney Miller roller, you can bet the car's stolen Or static with your BM, only when you see them Speakin' on your baby's mom, a best for the drama Always tryin' to make a movie, little stark-ravin' looney Stressin' it, but you know the ghetto keep ya busy A place that when I die it would never even miss me Crack phials in the aisles as one pimp smiles Dope piles workin' hookers by the miles But still my pop's got three jobs to stable A family household and food on the table So as we pray for all our souls to keep Somebody's on the project roof, ready to leap I want to stop the pain or the bad situation But backwards wisdom I can't afford to give 'em Self savior is much braver with the conscious behavior Designed in the ghettos of the mind Ain't that somethin'? C'mon... It's like that y'all... I could never look forward to an early retirement But still I maintain in a hostile environment Hustlin' the concrete jungle for loot My parents hated blood money so they gave me the boot Take a risk 'cause the peer pressure has the edge It was a blessin' when I saw my life dangle on the ledge The streets coulda swallowed me whole But the pain was all gone when I got to see my healthy son born And now I bring him home to the ghetto, Only to make a stronger fellow Maybe do some good for the neighborhood It's hard playing hero livin' less than a zero Raging Bull like DeNiro, the modern day pharoah A concentration camp with the Section 8 Welfare checks given at a monthly rate Apply for the get high, or just plain lazy Many steady collect right around the fifth baby The hawk is out but the niggaz never pack it A hundred dollar sneakers with the skimpy-ass jacket When people are deaf, dumb, and blind they get left behind Imagine in the ghettos of the mind |
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| 5. |
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Here comes the hurricane C.L. same name
Cut by the grain when I land upon the plain Jah knew the Hebrew a Papa Duke need you But none of the fam who saw had a clue Escalate the prime rate words coagulate Generate the mind's state never can deflate Nigger you jigaboo it doesn't have to be you Funny like a cartoon Pepe Le Pew Pimp are the lyrical g string the individual But the metaphysical isn't spriritual Straight from the heart I frame the art Tune up my class, real fast, very smart Dictate the technique, wait a minute, I speak Loved by my son and a kiss on the cheek Stutter-step the concept, blueprint, or pro Steady as we go so act like you know I stand by the rabbi, sail in Shanghai Always had an alibi even if I lie Crucial, never neutral, bare the fruitful Past time, another rhyme, skedaddle, Yankee Doodle Light skin in lovely gyp, just for the honey dip Here to make a megahit fit Don't install the pipe dream, renaissance regime When you run ragged I pick up the steam Chart on the record book, what Corey Love took the hook Here's a new book to civilize a crook Purest of the pedigree, feed 'em a line C.L., no Jezebel, can never sleep well Thick like a dred, at the Club Med The Mecca Don said, a fish out of water is dead Pete Rock, the soul brother, cruise on a flow Swing low and yell "Geronimo!", act like you know C.L. can play like Nike, come on just do it Pacify the Gemini, soul into it Beat to my feet is a lock like concrete Hard for the street, decipher never incomplete A clean editorial, rather historical Affordable, recordable, nifty like a portable Mecca is the syndrome, when I come back home Boogie on a baritone, listen on a phone Libra, the achiever, toke a reefer C.L. the girl pleaser, like Ebanezer So here is the good sign, I incline Titties with the bitties when I wine and dine Worn like corduroy, comes the bad boy But just like Anita Pita, I bring ya joy "Agoobilonians" with your knowledge And take as said so, act like you know |
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| 6. |
| 4:13 |
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Uh yeah. Uh huh.
We got Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth And we're here to tell you to... And that's a fact baby Now you're gonna kick some lyrics Like this c'mon... Walk the fine short line and put the needle to the grind Representin' one kind seeing eye for the blind Witness what I carry on bears a further purpose From how we do slam a few then you want to purchase A dialogue of funk, you love to pop it in your trunk I win, more disciplined than a Show-lin monk Pete Rock and C.L., well set to spark it The powerful target to destroy the black market But when you say black, listen, I don't know, you lose me I guess another beggar can afford to be choosey I come to the maximum, artist on a major label Any duplication of this one is fatal On one to five, I gotta hit ya live Beat your ass with my tape, any race or shape Cuz if they got mine, they got yours too But together here's what we gotta do Tell 'em...straighten it out Ah, yeah...straighten it out You know this is the word (say what?)...straighten it out That's right y'all...straighten it out (say what?) You got to...straighten it out Everybody must...straighten it out (say what?) Straighten it out...yeah Straighten it out...it's like that (say what?) The funk legacy I pass on, clearancy for high rates Every time we sample all the past time greats Stick it in the SP-1200 beat, I make a loop Lovely, where the Troop in a Lexus coupe Just a little bit, set to make a whole lot happen The musical inside my rappin' Written by the C.L., produced by the P.R. And add in any credit that you heard thus far I start from scratch, cuz the bass line's critical Better than the original who first made it But now you want to sue me, but fans never boo me Believe I know the times, we been broke, too, G Here's another sample clear, seeya, get the hell outta here Like a bootleg, you're over for the year You'll only get the credit where the credit is due So, listen, what I shout out is true Yeah, true...straighten it out You gots to tell 'em to...straighten it out (Say what?)...straighten it out You got to tell 'em to...straighten it out (Say what?)...straighten it out That's right...straighten it out C'mon (say what?)...straighten it out That's right...straighten it out Straighten it out (say what?) Like the strands of lamb's wool, I'm thinkin' that's said Here to go to the head and count the locks on a dred I and I'd 'mit to verify, goin' to multiply A theory many thought a conspiracy Here to let you know that it applies to all of us You're no exceptions to the rule and that's a plus Cuz who Jah bless, let noone curse Straighten out what I be about, reckon above the clout And let the management work for me Because I don't need the unnecessary hostility A proper marketing plan so we can gobble up the dough Straighten it out, so everybody know The kids are official with the purpose of a smooth surface Kickin' the service one time to make 'em nervous We're finally here and very long overdue Pete Rock, this one's for the crew You gotta...straighten it out Everybody must...straighten it out (say what?) You gotta...straighten it out Everybody must...straighten it out (say what?) Straighten it out...you got to Straighten it out...c'mon (say what?) Straighten it out All black people must...straighten it out Say what? Straighten it out Everybody must...straighten it out The YG's, they must...straighten it out The Hilltop, they must...straighten it out The whole money-earnin' must...straighten it out Everybody must...straighten it out Come on...straighten it out Ah, yeah...straighten it out (to close |
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| 4:30 |
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| 4:07 |
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Pete Rock]
Yeah.. uh huh.. *echoes* It's called the Wig Out *echoes* It's called the Wig Out *echoes* *whispering* It's called the Wig Out *echoes* It's called the Wig it's called the Wig it's called the Wig Out It's called the Wig Out *echoes* It's called the Wig Out *echoes* It's called the Wig it's called the Wig it's called the Wig Out [CL Smooth] Circulate us in the vein set to ride the cracks on your brain Like a novacaine, I train to easy any pain (word?) Yeah, get your wig loose, I relieve tension The path to my lesson is the highway to heaven (ahh yeah) Plus, what a rush, catch another one flushed (uh-huh) Now you got a crush, makin dames wanna blush (yeah) I stomp out your campfire; liar, retire (uh) Cause none of these homefries here is Oreida (yeah) The Wiggy-Wig get the big bread; known to break em like a twig (whoo!) Gimme beef cause I don't eat pig (uh) Who runs the joint with the flavors in the Vernon? (uh-huh) Got _One Life to Live_, _As the World Keeps Turning_ (yeah) More, take a draw, then react to contact (uh) A buzz from my cuz I back as a fact (yeah) Just like the reverand, I make you wanna jump and shout (say what?) CL Smooth got the Wig Out.. [Pete Rock] It's the Wig Out, uhh It's the Wig.. It's definitely the Wig Wig Out! C'mon, ahh yeah Come on.. yeah.. [CL Smooth] With the pace of a racehorse, I cover like lipgloss Roll with force to get you wigged of course (uh-huh) The honey-coated brown eyes wise to the franchise Notice other guys, never twist his size (uhhh, uhhh) Bigger than life, I hit the wife undercover You discover when my dog ate the drawers off the mother (uh-huh) Called her Greedy Gretchen, my pet came fetchin And shot Old Yeller with the big Smith and Wessun (whoo!) CL and double-X-L ring a bell Supplied by the inside, never been a shell Rowdy, but thoughts got cloudy, you choked in a puff of smoke, mics were lit, and then broke (yeah) Back and forth like a game of Ping-Pong (what?) I get the cypher going like Cheech and Chong (yeah) And glide through your system, on a funk rhythm (uh-huh) Honey don't pout, CL got the Wig Out.. [Pete Rock] Like I said.. It's the Wig.. to make your head go.. AOOWWWWWW! Yeah.. it's like that.. [CL Smooth] CL, the A+, while you wear a F like a freebie With your nine lives this arrives, here kitty-kitty No more to savor cause I'm here to kick flavor The most common denominator, said none graver Sufferin succotash, a blunt for the cash Whiplash, FloJo in a forty yard dash (uh) Solid like a ?, never fall like Rome A notch for your crotch so honey heat it I'm home (uh) My baby's a lovechild, say whassup to ya (uh-huh) Like Dr. Welby, I keep the boy healthy (yeah) Pete knowledge me, flip it over and it's sweet Entwined when I mentally design verse three (uh) Appears so real when the Soul Brother sun (yeah) If you rate it on a chart, it would be number one (uh-huh) Spread it like sauerkraut, the main event doubt You wind up in a rout, CL got the Wig Out.. [Pete Rock] CL got the Wig.. come on CL got the Wig Out.. yeah Shit is funky.. Yeah.. uh-huh.. That's fresh.. C'mon! Ah yeah, uh-huh, that's how we're livin for the nineties Yes! Yes cousin Gettin busy, uh-huh Yeah.. It's the Wig Out! Wig Out! Uh, the Wig Out! The Wig Out.. *fades |
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| 5:34 |
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You know nowadays it.. seems like there's a lot of..
bad things going on and.. I guess a lot of it.. from the way I see it.. seems to still stem from.. lack of feelings on our parts it's.. and how we relate or communicate with our.. fellow brothers and sisters" "Let's get together!" * cut n scratch 3X * "Let's get together.. and raise" "Let's get together!" * cut n scratch 3X * "Let's get together.. and raise" [CL Smooth] South Africa, what does it mean? To burst the scene, or conquer like a philistene War or peace, which one do you prefer? Pass me my M-16 for the disaster A reason for the treason in a jet black season.. .. for peace, justice, and freedom for the Original Man, architect of the Motherland Kings to Queens, is the Asiatic Black plan Pre-Adam-ite, first to see the light Way before Adam and Eve took flight Bless the seed of Abraham, I came to jam Protest the teachings of another man Uncle Tom stay loyal so they boil I'm the alchemist with the twist from the true soil My blood brother Adolpho on the side of me My vision ain't blurry, so don't even lie to me The rebirth the revival of our culture survival to elevate, the black man is vital You gotta realize now what we're facing The floors I'm pacing from the anger in the nation "Let's get together!" * cut n scratch 3X * "Let's get together.. and raise" "Let's get together!" * cut n scratch 3X * "Let's get together.. and raise" [CL Smooth] Here's the situation from a darker view Night and day, salt and pepper in the earthly stew But the salt think it taste better, straight up superior Therefore, the flavor of the pepper's inferior Incorrect though, giving some heartburn Level of a devil better wait your turn And here is one recollection of imperfection No one should be judged by complexion Lie-braries; broken down as lies buried to force their beliefs to pilgrims all hurried Television; tell-a-lie-vision A schism; negative realism Four-hundred-and-thirty-five years til weak mental deaf dumb and blindness put us to sleep Out of the dark comes light so the first can't be So Armaggedeon comes like a thief in the night Rednecks flex to my context but in the projects some won't survive the next confrontation and I'm aware of segregation Pump your black fist for the anger in the nation "Let's get together!" * cut n scratch 3X * "Let's get together.. and raise" "Let's get together!" * cut n scratch 3X * "Let's get together.. and raise" * various other scratches by Pete Rock for a few bars * [CL Smooth] Some walk slow, cause the water's not shallow Let my people go, you little Pharoah Listen how they word it, be observant Then house negro; today, civil servant I want to drop the bomb but remain calm Strong like the power of the Fruits of Islam Black is beautiful, hot like fire Guess how many times they thought they killed the Messiah Malcolm X, Dr. King, let's sing All around the world let freedom ring Reality is real, so how do you feel from being kings on a throne to picking cotton in a field? Your slavery is lack of identity One of the things that's not making you a friend of mine What's your cause - aim, rationale? Cause I made up my mind, I never scrape or bow But teach my own, the sound of black unity Together we can rise and now's the opportunity The Tuskegee Experiment, indeed it was big when they used the black man as a guinea pig Animalism, pumped on a lower level But can only be the works of the devil And I'm telling you now the frustration The future's facing from the anger in the nation "Let's get together!" * cut n scratch 3X * "Let's get together.. and raise" "Let's get together!" * cut n scratch 3X * "Let's get together.. and raise" * Pete Rock flips "Let's get together" to the end |
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(I reminisce, I reminisce) x3 I reminisce, I reminisce Uh! (I reminisce, I reminisce) Yeah (I reminisce, I reminisce) (I reminisce, I reminisce) (I reminisce, I reminisce) I reminisce for a spell, or shall I say think back 22 years ago to keep it on track The birth of a child on the 8th of October A toast but my granddaddy came sober Countin all the fingers and the toes Now I suppose, you hope the little black boy grows, huh 18 years younger than my mama But I really got beatings cause the girl loved drama In single parenthood there I stood By the time she was 21, had another one This one's a girl, let's name her Pam Same father as the first but you don't give a damn Irresponsible, plain not thinking Papa said chill but the brother keep winking Still he won't down you or tear out your hide On your side while the baby maker slide But mama got wise to the game The youngest of five kids, hon here it is After 10 years without no spouse Momma's gettin married in the house Listen, positive over negative for the women and master Mother Queen's risin a chapter Deja vu, tell you what I'm gonna do When they reminisce over you, my God My God It's so... Yeah, so lovely That's how we like to do it in the 90's Pete Rock |
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| 5:12 |
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CL Smooth]
The nightcap was exiled steadily profiled as the underachievin non believin can't stand to reason Where's your daddy boy to categorize the drinker Misunderstood to make the ordeal linger They label me a problem child who can't cope Hangin by a thread yes a very thin rope Inevitably can never be the man can I tell ya Visualize and memorize him in a cellar Well tally ho, pip-pip, my fam's gonna catch a fit My father lookin like he wanna bust my lip But that was never good for my health So I take the shovel out my pocket and dig myself Now when I look at the man in the mirror I see things much more clearer my Lord I'm not that popular, less than a dollar but the ? I pack can make you holla * Pete Rock scratches various "on and on" samples * [CL Smooth] I said, what you don't know could make a whole new world Man.. listen! I'm set to sabotage premonition Your propaganda, crooked type of version Some of the things I bring, you're babblin non-person Imbedded in my character, rebel nostalgia Uncommon valor who'd rather have no man-made religion or sect But try to believe what you conceive may be half correct I shed light, to show the path in sight Cause a man who can't treat you right can't teach you right In front of your eyes, what a surprise, and let the nature rise, just for the girls and the guys A Phi-Slamma-Jamma when you wear a bandanna Peace to Pop Dukes, and long live Nana The formula's reality, Pete Rock's the storm Together, forever, yes G we got it goin on * Pete Rock scratches various "on and on" samples * [CL Smooth] Internal affairs, flippin Hollywood Squares In search of the Mecca many travel in pairs Walked the slave ship, ??the side of ningamora?? to support a short order when I freak it on a corner Five-oh cruisin, decide to pull you over Beefin, "Where's the Coke?" I said, "A six-pack of soda?" The rookie's lookin thirsty, but everything's mental A baseball bat, to smack Shirley in the Temple Agreed to meet the maker so I yelled Hail Mary's And flew that head, to hit The House on the Prairie But the past can never choose my future correctly I found a greater source directly On and on, keep it on, you chant the boppin simonized, pullin you clockwise jammie To quickly skip the minimal tip, I dap for the wise I dip Can anyone see, phenomenally, to the last degree? I capitalize subliminally, wreck for positivity Yes my little chickadee, ready to flow with me Nevertheless I bless, follow me and see Predominantly, CL'll be, All in the Family God bless Marky Black, know we go way back The lyrics I pack is like a needle in the haystack CL and Pete Rock, Smooth like Dom Perignon Never torn, word is bond, we got it goin on * Pete Rock scratches various "on and on" samples to fade |
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| 3:58 |
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Prepare yourself to catch a verse from the big purse
Rotate the megahertz where you heard it first The perpendicular said none similar Quadruple any figure quick on the trigger Helter skelter wig out by the goodfella Not Lou Pinella cuz I'm black and mo' betta Bust a phenomenum we come to get busy Deep in roots but my name ain't Kizzie Many many march cuz I'm heavy on the starch Never tell a farce when I scale on a arch Jammin' on the radio, brothers say, "way to go" Shape it like Play-Do, soprano at the Chateau My theory periodically flows a odyssey Bigger than modern technology So save all the chit-chat when I kick a format fat It's like that... C.L. is the attribute you salute Cuz I gotta make loot, can't afford to be cute Enter the equilibrium in a medium Breaking your cranium with no ultimatum Drop a psalm like a bomb, never land in your palm And now I'm so cool and calm Pure unadulterated, premeditated Lyrical form, Pete Rock is the storm Sophistication I kick to a nation I rare compilation I call recreation The prognosis, so mackadocious Straight up ferocious for those who can focus Large like the Beatles, ask all my peoples Never make movies, so don't talk sequels So, hon, save the chit-chat when I kick a format fat (it's fat) It's like that... I'm all sold out, no doubt, without a question The blessing your guests in a suprucated session Anyway your honor, heresay the melee Is here for the payday, so A to the K Or should I say Deda, original baby par Smooth like a reservoir, the funky Shang-Ri-La No shame in my game, I'm set to entertain And if it wasn't for the fame, skinz would never know my name So back off a tad bit, that's a bad habit Cuz I write the raw...for sure Now I'm a flip a style and get crazy versatile Never fragile cuz I'm flowin' like the Nile Swing a jewel or a gem, notice how I say them With my approach, smoke a rhyme to a roach A four-season lover, light-skinned and bigger But what I deliver come before the cotton picker So here's to another hit, perfectly legitimate When I hit the skinz, guaranteed to keep the candle lit So save all the chit-chat when I kick a format fat It's like that |
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Ah yeah yes
Psychedelic Uh come on This is what I like It's that Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth stuff Uh huh yeah Brothers can't understand You know I'm about to drop a funky beat on you Like this... Hit the war drums that vibrate the earth underneath Here my people and I come gotta wake up the chief Not a pale frail ghost C.L.'ll wreck the most Cuz the Mecca land never had a Leo Africanos The Sudanian, master of the Mediterranean And if it's lovely I'm the one you're Skypagin' Lower than the Mole Man, R&B, you're silly The only male hardcore crusin' through my city Rise to the supernova, swami like Bola Heavy hitter I consider Ueuker leanin' on my shoulder Measure like a yardstick, thick at arithmetic You add it up and I roast a high pick flick Hit the pitch and then I'm gone as the funk lingers on I don't publicize here to keep the black race torn But steady at an altitude where you get the mental food Not to be rude, here's a fresh pot brewed Oh, what a web we weave when we practice to deceive Sparkin' off a trick up the sleave Pete stocked the bedrock, listen and you'll see And I'm sure you will agree you can't front on me Yo, you can't front It's like that, c'mon, yeah Yes, you know I got to talk You can't front I'm tellin' you now C.L. Smooth and the Rock, c'mon Many consumed what was locked in a tomb That I gradually groomed, coming out now smelling like perfume So take a whiff when I wrap a gift, play ya like a gospel A logical apostle, collosal (whoooweee!) Afro, a cut me like a fade with a Braun Sport a bald head, but never needed Hair Club for Men Drop a SCUD, fully-capable, a form in a eclipse Skips to backflips soon as it leaves my lips Suave know, I can make the funk turn the habit Kick the old 45 and I can boogie on static Welcome to the Brahma Don, pilgrimage to Mecca Don A prayer for the parish, Soucron Affwaun Cuz ain't no misbehavin' when they manage what you're cravin' Put the "Anger in the Nation" on your station Anvils that fills the whole circumference And black people crowd in a mass abundance To hear Gabriel's horn, blow it like a Naiji What's the flavor unit with the top priority? C.L., untouchable with the clip full Impossibly, the posse can't front on me Don't you dare front Don't you dare front Not on me Cuz I'm the man C.L.'s the rhymer Right on time Right on, my brother Come on, kick another verse for me You desire the messiah for the entire empire Total organizer of the earth, wind, and fire C.L. and Pete Rock unlock the hard rock Many want to mock and the honey-dips clock Intercontinental for the residential Never coincidental, rough on a rental Count all the bars numeric Pro-prosthetic if ya let it resurrect the nongeneric The brother on the cover, yes, a rapper not a singer If you recognize him, point with your index finger Shock another flock when I hit the block God or Devil on the set that's level, labeled as a rebel In retrospect I detect those incorrect And reflect the black power project Supreme cuz I chose to never blaspheme Going to the extreme, place it on a very high beam And drop jewels for five thousand fools who stampede Cuz the proper show stopper's what ya need So come and get a taste of the dynamic duo And I'm sure you will agree you can't front on me (Yoooo!) You can't front, boy Cuz we're the skilled fools (skibooze?) We'z are the funk The hardcore funk We ain't no joke Comin' out to note Ah, yeah With the funk track Sing it, P |
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