Pete Rock - Soul Survivor (1998) by Pete Rock (보컬) on maniadb.com

(feat. Ms. Jones)

From the basics and warm, weather places
Dedicated to the brothers that never made it
Cut short, they prime read life between the lines
Photographed by rhymes yo it's hard times
All across the nation cold points of frustration
Created hot joints of illustration
Concentrate while stakes are high falling victim to the lie
Keep a sharp eye there's a steady supply of hate in the air
To them cats who stare the ice grill with the glare
But everything is fair in the city the sheisty the shiftee
I'n the epitomee of a raw deal now carry a sword and shield
And walk with a forcefield for real I overcame the odds
And got the hell out of dodge Soul Survivor of the war
And master in charge

Everyday i see the same ol' things
but my true and real live nigga keep on risin
And it's a shame but business never changes
and my crew knows what to do they're soul surviving
And if I die...

I watched the whole world from the side of my eye
I seen a lot of cats die and evil men lie
On the road to riches in pursuit of my wishes
It's a close call between friends and snitches
On the low the game brought moments of pain
Strong emotions plus the hardships of fame
No need to live forever just keep some type of cheddar
A buttersoft leather to rock in cold weather
Times are mad real official like the seal
Try to understand what I feel
My word to the wise it's where ya heart lies
Keep your biz straight far from family ties
I'm the illest soldier that represents the culture
Dignified bywords like fresh, fly and ultra
Champion heroics and passionate poets
Flashback to the future let it self focus

Everyday i see the same ol' things
but beautiful black sisters keep risin
And it's a shame but business never changes
and my crew knows what to do they're soul surviving
And if I die...

Still in Basement for four years arranging
Lyrics and beats my first lote engagement
It's outstanding the boy wonder's back in the world
By popular demanding on top commanding
My own destiny go ahead try to test me
I been living right so expect no less G
Got positive reaction and affirmative action
The Soul Survivor guaranteed satisfaction

Everyday I see the same ol' things
but my true and real live people keep on risin
And it's a shame but business never changes
and my crew knows what to do they're soul surviving
And if I die...

And if I die before I wake I pray Go god my soul to take
My crew knows what to do they're soul surviving
And if I die before I wake I pray to God my soul to take
My crew knows what to do they're soul surviving

(feat. Inspectah Deck & Kurupt)

[Inspectah Deck]
Your highness, live from the bricks, one six
Pete Rock bang your head, break the drumsticks
Verbal assault, rhymes rippin through the mix
Specialist, with the smash hits catchin flicks
Savagely attack this, blast with, accurate aim
Spark the flame, burn this and pop a vein
Ride tracks like the Soul Train, hold ya brain
in the state of shock, make em drop hits of cocaine
I bang with the big boys, those who hold name
Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains
I swing blades, best bring grenades against
a Tru Master, way beyond your freshman attempts
Spent rounds on the floor, evidence of the war
It's on til the death til we settle the score
You can never measure, to the standard, of the most
popular demanded, rap classic
Pop corks while the style knock your socks off
Ghetto summer jam's got the streets blocked off
Plots to knock me off get stopped short
Armed with my thoughts, move the world with an unknown force

[Pete Rock]
Aiyyo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell toed Adidas (uh-huh)
Original rap with new school leaders (true)
Graffiti art names with fat gold chains
Shock the world cousin, while hip-hop remains

"I'm a true master, you can check my credentials" - Jeru
"Master in the MC field" - Parrish Smith
"Master, preacher, poet, a teacher" - O.C.
"From the master.. from the master" - Biggie Smalls

[Pete Rock]
Yo I drop jewels like hail, rap rides the third rail
Transmit def styles with sign language in braille
In hot pursuit of Donald Trump rap loot
Produce what you feel with Navy Seal mic troops
Spark the S-P, slaughter, Pete Rock of Gibraltar
Miraculous lyrics that tread water
A rap nigga, show respect, write rhymes that connect
Collaborate, break bread with Kurupt and Deck
Keep my feet blessed, fresh with the Scottie Pippens
In the game of life, I play all positions
Stop look and listen, total package, yes a true master
Produce rhymes, slang hits faster
The master of the game, solo artist by name
Paint the masterpiece that lies inside the frame
Passionate bright colors, the number one Soul Brother
All eyes on us, guard your grill and take cover

Aiyyo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell toed Adidas (uh-huh)
Original rap with new school leaders (true)
Graffiti art names with fat gold chains
Shock the world cousin, cause hip-hop remains

"I'm a true master, you can check my credentials" - Jeru
"Master in the MC field" - Parrish Smith
"Master, preacher, poet, a teacher" - ?
"From the master.. from the master" - Biggie Smalls

[Kurupt]
I'm the epicenter of this natural disaster
I'm disastrous with stashes, cold and hot flashes
Masks(-es) of self, a whole carload of explosives
like Zorro your host is
death with the intellect of wizards to warlocks
I'm sure ock, I'm raw ock with four glocks, more pot
More ways to get paid, more ways to display
More rhymes to say, more AK's to spray
God is good growin up in the hood
Done some things bad, done some things good
Me and Pete's like bonds and chemicals, clash
Atom bombs to mustard gas
We intervene, I break ya, take ya to a whole difference scene
AR-15's and beams
Got em jumpin like I swallowed a gang of jumpin beans
Explode and reload, we dumps machines
Radical in war, Kurupt's a mad star
I'm a hard dogg, raw dogg, hog with the gold paw
Dogg Pound Gangstaz -- D.P.G.
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta -- D.P.G.
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta -- D.P.G.
Inspectah Deck and Kurupt and Pete Rock to drop the beat

"Masters of art" - KRS-One
"Be the sharpest motherfucker
with the beats, with the rhymes" - Method

"Check this out..."

(feat. Method Man)

[Pete Rock] To all my Bronx niggaz (Yeah!)
"And I say right about now get ready to get down
to the funky sound of the man they call"
"Pete Rock" "and Method Man"

[Method Man]
Dumbheads, what? Cherryheads.. what?
Appleheads, what what what?
(Meth-Tical, you know how we do Dunn, yeah
Hit it off you know what I mean, like this y'all)
P.R., take them to the bridge, uhh!

Chorus: Pete Rock

Float on this magnificient track wise intelligent
All-star Jamerican yes the rap vet
Reinforce your threat, who got the money to bet
against the number one, holdin down the position
Crush the competition with the limited edition
Heavy caliber rhyme, shootin down ya peace sign
The war's on for real, run grab ya shield
Yo Meth, take the steel and let these cats know the deal

[Method Man]
Style blazin, Iron Lung on this collaboration
Money for the takin I ain't sweatin confrontation
With P.R.ah, we beez the mens of tomorrow
Master, license to kill, bringin the horror
to ya house like Amityville, keepin it more than real
Niggas ain't supposed to feel, Hot Nicks ya know the deal
If you read the resume, gives a fuck what niggaz say
Timb boots to pave the way, here I come to save the day
Yes stoppin the fuckin press, transform to Mister Mef
See that logo on my chest, save a damsel in distress
Hot shit, in the song, got to Get Until It's Gone
Kids wanna get it on get smacked up and shit upon
Right til ya prove me wrong, think you can do me hunh?
Can't we all just get along, in this modern Babylon?
Dueling with my nemesis, layin down laws
Don't start if you can't finish it, I'm telling you Pah!
Got the power of a meteor shower, comin down
on all ya cowards, trickin ya funds and sniffin powders
Here we come, straight from the slums, Dynamic Duo son
Ghost Rider Jonathan and Soul Brother Number One

Chorus: repeat 2X (sampled and scratched by Rock)

"Sendin this one out.. to my man" -> Prodigy
"Meth-Tical" -> Meth "Pete Rock"
"Half man, half amazin" -> Nas
"Make it hot nigga!" -> Big Pun
"For you!" "KnowhatI'msayin?" -> Prodigy

[Method Man]
Leapin tall buildings in a single bound, faster than a round
Blastin out a forty pound, y'all niggaz fuck around
Take that and handle it, Method Man I get
strong with Titantic shit, that means abandon ship
Get a life and get a grip, there ain't a problem that I can't fix
Transmittin live from Apocalypse
And the Cho-co-late, Boy Wonder, my sidekick
Cowabunga, these evil doers days are numbered
We flexin like the X-Men on rap veteran
That be's no question, boy ya need protection son
I'm burnin up check the temperature
Ya fuckin wit The Last Emperor, Iron Lung dangerous son
For all who enter the, 36, Deadliest chambers
For all the prejudiced, entertainers
there ain't a damn thing you can tell us, bite ya tongue
I be the troublesome, don't sleep niggaz is holdin son

[Pete Rock]
Pick em off form long range break em down to small change
A New York Giant stand in front of ya ...
squad, what up God, a million to one one odds
that you can't stop this bullet
I'm like Refrigerator Perry rush right through it and just do it
So act like ya knew it, the Mount Vernon/Shaolin fluid
The rap committee coming live
through ya city, swing hard like Ken Griffey
Gain stats, now who's next up to bat?
Knock em out the box, Method Man and Pete Rock
Celebrating victory, rap world remedy
Take a double dose deadly
Deadly kid.. yo!

"C'mon!" "One two!"
"The numba one set and sound" -> BDP
"Meth-Tical" -> Method
"Pete Rock, this one's for the crew" -> CL Smooth
"Half man, half amazin" -> Nas
"One two!" "The numba one set and sound" -> BDP
"Meth-Tical" -> Method "on arrival"
"Pete Rock, this one's for the crew" -> CL Smooth

"Half man, half amazin" -> Nas (continues to echo to end)

(feat. O.C.)

Verse One:

The renassance man no gat in my hand
Episode numero uno check out the man
Spread a verse like a thesis or a virus
Open the iris nigga I'm the individual you can't get rid of
Prominent aura dominant moral islamic
Amazing phenomenon like Haley's Comet
Ya gettin headaches from this bullshit
I'm the anisthetic to cure shit
Fuck that cut up shit I be that pure shit
Expedition thoughts are truck
My mind shine like bins spinning thoughts
Bright as fuck, congruent like four sides of a square
I got a surprise in nine-eight, rappers better prepare
Timeless take every letter from the word I adverb
And put it together that nigga O.C.'s quite clever
Always and forever no one can do it better

Chorus:

Respect on the mic we in this for life
For the street thug to my brother with same blood
One love yo sound off the twenty one slug salute
Ways to display the truth
It's Pete Rock and O.C.
It's on point fella
Ain't nothing you can tell us
Word up

Verse Two:

Yo I impact the earth like a meteorite magnetic
The P.R./O.C. experiment
Serving justice when we bust this
Ya now instructed to thrust one fist in the air
Regulate the anthem for revolution prepare
For the victorous comeback of the year
Assemble the militia as insert the scripture
Lyrics for the instrumental picture
Graphic in nature respect mics I hold
Certified gold five hundred thousand sold
News flash yo it's hip-hop built ta last
Survivor of the aftermath when guns blast
Waving a white flag while you dressed in drag
Remember what I keep in the trunk of my Jag
Suprise nigga respect due when I deliver

Chorus

Verse Three:

Since day one when I came upon the scene
For this mic I fiend respect played a part before the cream
I figure respect last longer because cream come and go
I done seen five to ten and even fifteen a show and blew it
Now I know now my ill escape is real estate
No more will I make that mistake
Respect is what matters cause that shit hold weight

Word up ya gotta earn respect in ninety-eight
Rehabilitate the rap game honor our name
Hold it down to the last frame
No doubt emergency escape route
Take the easy way out if that's what you about
If not then show ya heart
Create light from dark all aboard the Ark
As the rain falis I reminisce on Biggie Smalls
And Tupac the new world is yours
80 pause for the cause
Repect due

Chorus: repeat 2X

(feat. Raekwon, Prodigy & Ghostface Killah)

[Raekwon]
Wall to wall.. that's my word
I want approximately.. everything you got
The verdict.. that's right

Yo...
Call me the black champion Guess down, wanna test now
So let's grab the mack and vest, bless him if he stressed out
Amazin glazin Purple Haze patients
Blazin asians in Mercedes Benz stations
Yo moving through the tavern, guns that burn, sons that learn
Stabbin an intern, corporate book of words
Iceatollah Motorolas, gun reloaders, broads with rollers
When wet lense stolers, Lex glowers who owe us
Call up Comissionary Gordon, son go warn the Warden
that the lord is back, rollin with his sword again
Mix tape, masturbation mate rate plates ice traits
Guns wit bitches jumpin outta white cakes
It's on for real, indeed, Lex Leonardo
Shells that's hollow, six whipper through the 52 globe of horror
Carry the stainless steel armor
Nurture the church avenue drama, yo, African gold from Ghana
Puffin these marijuanas make Allah catch Alzheimers
Feedin bread to birds yellin fuck old timers

Chorus: Raekwon

It's called game, game get ya life kilt, game recognize
Write wills, game slight chills things stay the same
Game, subliminary mill's smash grills night chills
Regardless what Pah things won't be the same
Game'll get ya life kilt game rcognize
Write wills, game slighht chills things stay the same
Game, subliminary mill's smash grills night chills
Mic skills baby pah won't be the same
Game

(check this out, one two, yeah yeah this is me P no doubt)

[Prodigy]
Segregate those fake punks
Separate the bullshit from the authentic
Vintage rhyme division got the globe listening
My rap scroll belittled your goals and visions
Prohibition got my whole block pissin Christians
One-fifty-one Dunn'll have you off balance walkin
Don't let your e-motions get involved talkin
to the wrong culprit, the killer be the soft spoken
So what's ya intentions, you want to glow for the moment?
Throw on ya two pennys then you boltin
I rock for the few chosen, who got they third minds open
Write a page that'll engage war and encite fights
Be on the look for the bright lights and North Winds
The trumpets be the mics ya size malevolent
You don't be long in my evesight, Pee's a powerful soldier
of the light and things won't be the same
The game's over

Chorus

[Ghostface]
MC Ultra high-brolic bank roll alcahol vulture
Garlic balls dice the shield of ocre
Tally ho pitty-pat backgammon pro
Pink salmon five spring rolls know me, you love my intro
Half a face wig sewed together like Manhattan Chase
Lookin like statue of praise, check behind the drapes
Castor Troy layin for Travolta mic gun pump
Layin on the floor Clark's bleedin watermelon chunks
Hold up... sprinkle the hash, Tony Chapstick
Snatch RZA last piece of fish right off the glass dish
Butter roll beats bagel tracks wavey hair decks
Lay it down straw hat style, Butterball crown
Time life investments, when broke I wrote the old testament
Crashed domes now perform excellence
Words with the President, brunch with Yeltsin
Gorbachev under Meth's nuts, he out in Belgium
Six and a half monkeys, twelve nazis
Four disappear, three eight two one flash to thin air
God's replica no wheel drive motionless mind cresica
Tilt the hat like Esther

Chorus

[Pete Rock]
Aiyyo, I rumble into action, son I'm right on target
Legendary status with the way the track started
It's on, at any second with the high stakes
Drama, the game's teeth sharp like pirahana
There's a million style biters who try to create
Make no mistake real niggaz challenge the fake
Most valuable SP-1200 gold medals
Rae Progidy Ghost rhyme professional
The original, Pete Rock is like Soul on Ice
Dynamite with the mic device
Now roll the dic, for the game of death
Snake eyes baby pah, the Boy Wonder's a threat

(feat. MC Eight)

Ten wars in the game no chains remains
Quick to spit more shit than like 0 Dog and Kane
Betty White taught a nigga no pain no gain
So I grabs the mic and spit like I'm going insane
Y'all better duck down protect ya chest with a vest
Reminscing with a verse like Roxanne's yes
You know my steez chester gets the cheese
Try to find out who made the gun clap with a phone tap
Soul Brother #1 beats weigh a ton
From the west to the east now ya days is done
Last to laugh last as we stash the cash
Party til the sun come up then we smash
Alright all night Flashlight nobody on that bullshit
Keepin it tight ya heard me a Menace II Society
But right now I'm on some who wanna get high with me

We got one life to live til it's done
Lets all get together and have some fun
You got my back I got yours son
It's the MC Eiht and Soul Brother #1

Loving the way it sounds already
Eiht found the flow the soul brother's rock steady
So brace ya self ain't having no fear
As the planets revolve shift into high gear
Move ahead of the pack living right and exact
Peepin shorty in a dress for the way she was stacked
But hold on the topic gotta say peace to all the brothers
That lock it down for they town living the one life
Guided and influenced by the one James Brown
Godfather of Soul now let the horn blow
Reflect to the days with me and Marley In Control
Hip hop pays now it's back to the future
With the twist of the dial
Reloaded with my man from the menace file
Reppin for the west so i takes a deep breath
Exhaling on the track kid ... So fresh

Chorus (2x)

I heard music calms the savage beast
To the G's in the clubs put away ya piece
For the gun clap leaves nothing but the blood stain
Sips on ya drink puffs on ya Mary Jane
Lots of Lovin this time bringing no pain
Girls they love when a homie use his brain
Relax let your conscience be free
And smoke blunts to tha sounds of the E and P
What ya didn't know we shut shut Shut 'Em Down
To the east and west team coming straight to ya town
How ya like it but please dont be afraid of us
Like me nigga busta these two is Dangerous
Can't hang with us too blind ta see
Been puttin shit down since The P Was Free
I ain't mad at y'all don't be mad at me
I been just like y'all tryin to collect my fee

Chorus (4x)
Get down y'all

(feat. Carl McIntosh & Jane Eugene)

(Pete Rock)
Zone out now, one two, yo
This goes out to all coasts
East coast, West coast
And all across the nation, worldwide
Know what I mean? Relax, kick your feet up
Spark one, let me show you how it's done
Blow lady

(Jane Eugene)
Sunrise, starts the day
Lay back, ease your pain
Don't sweat, simple things
Take your time, do your thing

(Pete Rock)
As grains of sand pass from hand to hand
I watch time stand still I'm just one man
That's out for all so all should be for one
Grew up on the drum with the J.B. "Unh!"
The son, who spun the record that his pop's collected
Went on to create and perfect the unexpected
Funky beat sound watch the family "Get down!"
Slide with the right and give cousin a pound
Watch the young ones play and think back in the day
When fresh was the style, plus the word to say
It's all love now, let me show you how
to take time out, and show you what life's about

Chorus: Jane Eugene and Carl McIntosh

Take your time walk the line just a matter of time
Take your time walk the line just a matter of time
Take your time walk the line just a matter of time
Wo oh just a mattter of time

(Jane Eugene)
Feel the flow, and let it go
Unwind, relax your mind
Stay a while, take your time
Bet you'll find, peace of mind

(Pete Rock)
With a, douse of soul, I'm back in control
My goal sees the world pass from young to old
Unfold a new tale, see yourself on scale
2000 the year my black people prevail
Yo straight up and down I got love for this son
Nine years in the mix and if time permits
I'll continue to make my melody for the tapes
And walk the fine line between love and hate

Chorus 4X

(feat. Ms. Jones)

From the basics and warm, weather places
Dedicated to the brothers that never made it
Cut short, they prime read life between the lines
Photographed by rhymes yo it's hard times
All across the nation cold points of frustration
Created hot joints of illustration
Concentrate while stakes are high falling victim to the lie
Keep a sharp eye there's a steady supply of hate in the air
To them cats who stare the ice grill with the glare
But everything is fair in the city the sheisty the shiftee
I'n the epitomee of a raw deal now carry a sword and shield
And walk with a forcefield for real I overcame the odds
And got the hell out of dodge Soul Survivor of the war
And master in charge

Everyday i see the same ol' things
but my true and real live nigga keep on risin
And it's a shame but business never changes
and my crew knows what to do they're soul surviving
And if I die...

I watched the whole world from the side of my eye
I seen a lot of cats die and evil men lie
On the road to riches in pursuit of my wishes
It's a close call between friends and snitches
On the low the game brought moments of pain
Strong emotions plus the hardships of fame
No need to live forever just keep some type of cheddar
A buttersoft leather to rock in cold weather
Times are mad real official like the seal
Try to understand what I feel
My word to the wise it's where ya heart lies
Keep your biz straight far from family ties
I'm the illest soldier that represents the culture
Dignified bywords like fresh, fly and ultra
Champion heroics and passionate poets
Flashback to the future let it self focus

Everyday i see the same ol' things
but beautiful black sisters keep risin
And it's a shame but business never changes
and my crew knows what to do they're soul surviving
And if I die...

Still in Basement for four years arranging
Lyrics and beats my first lote engagement
It's outstanding the boy wonder's back in the world
By popular demanding on top commanding
My own destiny go ahead try to test me
I been living right so expect no less G
Got positive reaction and affirmative action
The Soul Survivor guaranteed satisfaction

Everyday I see the same ol' things
but my true and real live people keep on risin
And it's a shame but business never changes
and my crew knows what to do they're soul surviving
And if I die...

And if I die before I wake I pray Go god my soul to take
My crew knows what to do they're soul surviving
And if I die before I wake I pray to God my soul to take
My crew knows what to do they're soul surviving

(feat. CL Smooth)

Introducing C.L. then face defeats
then I remind you of third street when it was sweet
See'd us move on and grow to another plateau with me and ....
Havin that dough
In the last days when critical times are left
to deal with my grand daddy's endeavors
Whut corrected my errors the first shot came in 91
E.P. done my struggle
To label this untouchable foundation due in 92 top ten review
Respect new when that flew They Reminisce Over You
Had marie too, sporting my Nike's at the door
Paper saw the Main Ingredient L.P. in 94
Now it's me the bold coppin toys for dolo
at ease he'd rather die at his feet than live on his knees
Don't mistake the forest for trees
Off course why try and climb a mountain
A baby walk across in tha military mindset place ya bet
Ya fumbled all those chicks with the bucks off safety
Skirt chasin what they rate me in this whole rap affair
butwhen it really comes down to it who cares
Like the tortiosse and the hare ya know the race I run
but ya losin all the nights, let the rabbit get the gun
Number one wit a bullet and pit named black
It's the best that ever did it on a Pete Rock track

Aye yo two cool cats who reclaim the name
Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth in this here rap game
But the good news is that there is a crew
Not 5 not 4 not 3 da two

In tha beginning let it be like the record spinning
As a child I stack 45's in a pile blow the dust off
put it on before I can walk
Play static on my pop dukes automatic
I knew I wasn't average music in my bloodstream
My pops watch his son live his dream
Now as time flew the original classy rock crew
Shine through on streets and avenues
The next chapter you read it MC Shan said it
Got ta give the man behind wheels credit
Yes yes y'all BLS and Marley Marl
The Rap Attack put my talents on the map
Now it's Pete Rock for days in tha Basement
As I amaze watch me blow in 98 ways
I specialize in rap DJ and produce wit more
Hot Tracks then Carlos DeJesus

Chorus 2x

What it look like ain't nothin changed but the weather
Still riding with C.D.'s and leather roll fives and better
For all that's folded in ya pocket how long it take
to reup and clock it, drop and make a profit
and lay my position with you that we know what to do
And what not to do here's my crew now you get yours to bare witness
It's nothing personal it's business
That's my word which is my bond, behind writing ta step back
and watch it all tighten stop this fighting each other
God knowledge ya wis that ya know who the enemy is furthermore
Don't hide it divide it then X ya squares
to keep them other cats folded like beach chairs
Got an eye on that street aristocrat
Let C.L. show ya where the strengths at
Turn it up right here or just call the cop
cuz we on it like this to tha last stop
The next Humprhev Bogart mastering art
like a jeweler wit a diamond cutter, take'em apart
Don't start whut ya can't finish
when ya bubble wit skills that never diminish
Ya best team against mine is a light scrimmage
so play like popeye and eat spinach

Chorus 2x

(feat. Big Punisher, Noreaga & Common)

[Big Pun]
Yo, Terror Squad, Pete Rock collabo'
From git-go, yo yo

Aiyyo it's such a shame
all these dick riders tryin to corrupt the game
But what it bring, nuttin but pain
and one in your fuckin brain
Ain't nuttin changed since the album I'm still whylin
I'm still violent I've been waitin for this moment
like Phil Collins, for all my life I've been trifer than trifer
Hyper than hype, when fightin to fight
It's like, tonight is the night
And I ain't even tryin to let a nigga slide
I've been dyin to get a gat
I dared to try now prepare to die
I rush your crib like Jehovah's Witness, blow up any
soldiers, infants, hold up, did you notice my heroic entrance?
I'm so relentless in this field of rap, everything is real in fact
Fully backed by bullies who be peelin caps
I sack the rapper like li-nebacker, play my rhyme backwards
you can hear the Devil speak his mind with fine graphics
Things get drastic, Express for my plastic
I pack clips, between my nuts and my fat dick

Chorus: Pete Rock

Grab ahold cause you never heard a
verbal murder like this
Cash comes before soul, so watch your shit
Every cat wanna be enormous
Plottin on the next one
Murder one (repeat 2X)

[Noreaga]
Aiyyo my whole circle, make you feel it like The Color Purple
My niggaz comin through and still hurt you
Wipe y'all Kleenex cats who stay full of germs
We hit Fifth Ave, while y'all still hit Stern's
Don't really care bout y'all, really hear bout y'all
Yo on our side we do our thing, play the cut
let the phone ring, Pete Rock connect team
From M-V to L-C, my thugs straight thuggin it
Snatchin niggaz out of the booth, unpluggin it
Strange Fruit, my niggaz live to shoot
Yo it's a strange thing, a nigga never had a suit
Yo so bust what happen, remember the unknown's a clap-man
Cat stackin, move out the hood that's in Manhattan
Got big headed, misleaded, then dreaded
Yo the beef deaded, his whole squad afraid to set it
Yo I heard son, son is rockin iceberg Dunn
Got up out the hood, wouldn't believe that, this cat would
Head mad swollen, flamboyant this man golden
Yo the Senator, crime sinister, John Dillinger
Better respect my words or I'm the minister
What??

"Verbally I catch bodies"
"Let's seperate the men from the boys" -> Guru
"Verbal attack" -> Cappadon
"Big Pun" -> Punisher, "Noreaga" -> Nore, "Pete Rock"
"Common s-s-s-sSense" -> Com

[Common]
Yo, we just begun the story, Com Pun and Nore
Look to the sun for glory as time runs before me
I'm after the day of judgment I'm still before the
jury, explainin why I was in a gun orgy
He was FUCKIN wit me, I ain't no duckin emcee
With the knowledge there's a little thug blood in me
This stud bumped into me, beef it was fin' to be
My Appetite for Destruction is finnicky
He was an industry type, influenced by magazines and snipes
Rocked Adidas but he had no stripes
I could tell in high school that he had no fights
Hold dick better than he hold mics, he spiked his punchlines
with current events, called for backup
like one time when he heard it was Sense
that deliver words with intents to kill
Whether the hip-hop type, country rapper, or big wheel
I peeled some raps back, that peeled his cap back
Fucker thought I was Abstract, now his life is backtracked
In the center of the party his crew identified the body
Left him signin the wait-list sayin, "I can't take this
fake shit" (echoes)

Yo..
Yo!
Big Pun, Noreaga, Com Sense for the nine eight
Get it straight

(feat. Tragedy Khadafi, Cappadonna & Sticky Fingaz)

[Tragedy Khadafi]

Subliminal thug-ism
Rap mysticism
For all my niggas locked with life in state prison
We combinate, like dime piece and sperm jizm
Queens niggas going to trial, just sit and listen
Fake crooks come in all types of categories
Beat you in the head with lies and war stories
Claiming that they name ring bells in territories
With Fat Cat, Al Capone, Scarface
Meanwhile they going to trial for rape case
You weak, I punch you in face, cut your face
You halfway, wanna-be thug, stay snitchin'
Latin King, surgery-type with face stichin'
The house game? missle style? play in the kitchen
Allow me a god for real, Sallah position
Performers, weak convicts you shouldn't fool wit
They foul, snitchin' on the niggas they went to school wit
But now, you catch them in the club on some smooth shit
shuh-poww!! blow'em out the frame on some prove shit
I'm not the type of cat you wanna fool wit
It's strange fruit...

Chorus
[Tragedy Khadafi]

The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit
Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot, it's the truth

[Pete Rock]

The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit
Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot, it's the truth

[Tragedy Khadafi]

The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit
Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot, it's the truth

[Pete Rock]

The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit
Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot, it's the truth

[Cappadonna]

A yo, the world plant seeds in my mind, then it's dart time
They used to be crime, scary hours, robberies, and big chrome nines
In Park Hill, when the cameras don't never be off
I live inside the TV, these words is hot sauce
Put your mind back together, Killa Bees of course
Church in the studio life you can't abort
Pete Rock and Don make the world pay child support
You under arrest for giving out stress, i'm not settling for less
Each bags?, Midtown, in the wild, wild west
Representin some deep impact
Aluminum Wu bat, I got it like dat, slang combat
I plant two seeds in your head, kid stand back...

[Chorus]

[Pete Rock]

What, What, What...
The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit
Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot, it's the truth

[Tragedy Khadafi]

The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit
Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot, it's the truth

[Pete Rock]

The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit
Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot, it's the truth

[Tragedy Khadafi]

The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit
Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot, it's the truth

[Sticky Fingaz]

Nigga you know better
I blow three thru ya ? sweater
Fuck what you think
I'm bustin you blink
Nigga see me in the club, start ducking and tucking they link
Like I resorted to robbing niggas for table scraps
In the hood we do away with cats
And in the river with throw away the gats
Everywhere i go turn crime scene
Knowhatimean?#!?
Don't make me trip, make me flip
Be so much bloodshed, you think i'm a Crip
Even before I signed the contract, always was respected
Couldn't give a fuck if a sold another record
I ain't in it for the cream
As wild as it seem
Battle me and win? hahahah!!!! not in your dreams!!
I'm still a young nigga
Straight up dumb nigga
For no apparent reason, pull out the gun nigga
It's not the drugs nigga
I just a thug nigga
So whatcha wanna swallow,
Your pride or your blood nigga??!!??

Chorus
[Tragedy Khadafi]

The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit
Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot, it's the truth

[Pete Rock]

The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit
Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot, it's the truth

[Tragedy Khadafi]

The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit
Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot, it's the truth

[Pete Rock]

The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit
Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot, it's the truth