Pete Rock

from Pete Rock, Keb Darge - Funk Spectrum 3 (2002)

You Remind Me

from Pete Rock - The Surviving Elements (2005)

You Can'T Stop The Prophet [Pete Rock Remix] (Remix)

from Pete Rock - Underground Classics (2006)

Worldwide

3:03

from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994)

[Rob-O]
Who keeps it methods and orthodox, who caught the props
Who's styles are shit, who's gonna rock?
On to the break of dawn, you wanna battle, pay the price
Mathematically precise, smooth and plus nice
With a flow that's like a mailman or letter carrier
Rob-O brings the ghetto area
Funk flavor through your neighborhood, state, town, or borough
Stay down, I don't think I'm quite thorough
Not your average rapper (Listen)
Cause in a sec I write some shit to blast your wack ass to Mecca
See Rob's the most Mecca
To grab the microphone and yes y'all it
To school these dreds and stress these bald heads
The INI's in the house (You don't stop)
Pete Rock, Grap Luva, Mark, and Polo rising and you don't stop
We let the funk slide and let God be our guide
Flowing from the Vernon worldwide

[Pete Rock]
It's the funk god, taking you worldwide, so bust it
Flowing over beats cause it's a must, kid
That I proceed to fix the hardcore in the mix
Check one two with the flow that fits
I make the hits that soar, I put the wreck in the raw
'94 in your local record store
It's Pete Rock and CL, the Main Ingredient
Now leave your wack style home, cause you won't be needing it
I grab the mic and get wreck for real
You hear me on the wax, kid, you see me on the steel
Can you feel the funk as I inject?
Then God protect it, hold the mic, see I select it
To keep it crazy versatile
but still underground, packs the four pound cause it's wild
In this place you'll find it hard to hide
Soul Brother and I'm going worldwide

[Rob-O]
Now who's the greatest? Few debate this, you're still figuring?
Well perish the thought, there's none bigger in-acapo

Wishing

featuring Masta Ace

from Pete Rock, Edo. G - My Own Worst Enemy (2005)

Wig Out

4:07

from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962)

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

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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What's That, F*ck That

featuring Sauce Money

from Marley Marl, Pete Rock - Future Flavas Mixtape (1999)

What You Say

from Pete Rock - Lost And Found (2004)

Respect
On peut vous juger par vos paroles
Alors, faites attention a vos paroles, mon frere
(...) 1995 est ici et c'est notre annee
Alors, nous avons ca avec la foi de Dieu
INI live
Jah...

[Grap Luva]
Dig it
Every day of my life I bear witness to the power of words
And what they do to the many and the few
I'm speaking thoughts with the mind and the mouth open
Keeping my people on point, plus I'm hopin
That my word sound power will devour the fools
For they know not the hour the Most High rules
I got an aura created by words of praise
Original G, watch I as I amaze
All my pupils, when I speak I have scruples
Treat my mind like a holy tabernacle
No one can attack and steal my thoughts
Therefore the words I say are the lessons I brought
Into the cipher, words now possess value
If you wanna know the real then let me tell you
You're responsible for what you say
Because the words you speak can truly cause dismay

(So what you say) a PMD

[Ras Luv]
The Most High he stands for real
That's why I.N.I. comes across with mass appeal
So now sign your deal, it's all packed and sealed
To get it shipped and sold
And now you're reaching for your goal
But nowadays every loop has got its hole to filled
You have to break a mil just to pay your bill
So with quick skill I build an empire
And then retire all those that expire
Cause what you say, it reflects how you live every day
And even when the sky is grey I maintain hope to pray
For existence, alleviate some resistance
The father's birth was evidence and proof
So I must teach the truth to my newborn youth
To keep it going on so that thought will stay strong
And be embedded so we never can forget it
Man, all you devils stay back cause your attempt is pathetic

(So what you say)

[Rob-O]
Rob prefers the subtle approach
But the flow allows the I to construct a antidote like a coach
And just last year I was doing shows for ( ? )
And now I'm talkin 'bout facing the Gods with no fear
And since here's still a controversy and pains
Got me spendin time anointin all my ( ? ) slain
Must refrain and do things my people's way
Cause what you say equals the price you'll pay
But the strife you spray with your double-tongue dealing
Following these crowds, mass appealing, way of feeling
Feel your concealing can last for ( ? )
You either sink or survive is what I think, I'm Rob Cipher
Master crafter, elevation's what I'm after
Yeah, I'm stressing the texts in all my chapters
I got an answer for my thoughts one day
Don't wanna get caught in what you say

Ecoutez bien pour ce tempo la
et c'est bon paroles
car nous, I.N.I., n'a pas de temps de faire la musique commerciale
Peace and love...
and I'm out

Respect 
On peut vous juger par vos paroles 
Alors, faites attention a vos paroles, mon frere 
(...) 1995 est ici et c'est notre annee 
Alors, nous avons ca avec la foi de Dieu 
INI live 
Jah...

[Grap Luva] 
Dig it 
Every day of my life I bear witness to the power of words 
And what they do to the many and the few 
I'm speaking thoughts with the mind and the mouth open 
Keeping my people on point, plus I'm hopin 
That my word sound power will devour the fools 
For they know not the hour the Most High rules 
I got an aura created by words of praise 
Original G, watch I as I amaze 
All my pupils, when I speak I have scruples 
Treat my mind like a holy tabernacle 
No one can attack and steal my thoughts 
Therefore the words I say are the lessons I brought 
Into the cipher, words now possess value 
If you wanna know the real then let me tell you 
You're responsible for what you say 
Because the words you speak can truly cause dismay

(So what you say) a PMD

[Ras Luv] 
The Most High he stands for real 
That's why I.N.I. comes across with mass appeal 
So now sign your deal, it's all packed and sealed 
To get it shipped and sold 
And now you're reaching for your goal 
But nowadays every loop has got its hole to filled 
You have to break a mil just to pay your bill 
So with quick skill I build an empire 
And then retire all those that expire 
Cause what you say, it reflects how you live every day 
And even when the sky is grey I maintain hope to pray 
For existence, alleviate some resistance 
The father's birth was evidence and proof 
So I must teach the truth to my newborn youth 
To keep it going on so that thought will stay strong 
And be embedded so we never can forget it 
Man, all you devils stay back cause your attempt is pathetic

(So what you say)

[Rob-O] 
Rob prefers the subtle approach 
But the flow allows the I to construct a antidote like a coach 
And just last year I was doing shows for ( ? ) 
And now I'm talkin 'bout facing the Gods with no fear 
And since here's still a controversy and pains 
Got me spendin time anointin all my ( ? ) slain 
Must refrain and do things my people's way 
Cause what you say equals the price you'll pay 
But the strife you spray with your double-tongue dealing 
Following these crowds, mass appealing, way of feeling 
Feel your concealing can last for ( ? ) 
You either sink or survive is what I think, I'm Rob Cipher 
Master crafter, elevation's what I'm after 
Yeah, I'm stressing the texts in all my chapters 
I got an answer for my thoughts one day 
Don't wanna get caught in what you say

Ecoutez bien pour ce tempo la 
et c'est bon paroles 
car nous, I.N.I., n'a pas de temps de faire la musique commerciale 
Peace and love... 
and I'm out

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What You Say

from Pete Rock - Underground Classics (2006)

Respect 
On peut vous juger par vos paroles 
Alors, faites attention a vos paroles, mon frere 
(...) 1995 est ici et c'est notre annee 
Alors, nous avons ca avec la foi de Dieu 
INI live 
Jah...

(So what you say) a PMD

(So what you say)

Ecoutez bien pour ce tempo la 
et c'est bon paroles 
car nous, I.N.I., n'a pas de temps de faire la musique commerciale 
Peace and love... 
and I'm out

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What They Doing (Funkie Junkie) [Charles Pryor And Power Of Love]

from Pete Rock, Keb Darge - Funk Spectrum 3 (2002)

We Good

4:14

from Pete Rock - Soul Survivor II (2004)

(feat. Kardinal Offishall)

[Kardinal]
Yeah, I see you P'Rrahh
It's Mr. Kardinal, we good
Worry about us, it's Kardinal Offishall
Knahmean, circle niggaz in dis
Y'knahmean, straight from T Dot
Linked up with the grand master of the beats, P'Rrrah
It's the Pete Rock, y-yeah, NY to T Dot

C'mon - yeah, raisin my fist
is like the bat sign, bringin out lyricists
I attract heat, I be the under overground
Microphone magician, subteranean, unindentified
sky-toucher, maneuver the machines
And rip apart MC's and hang 'em from the seams (yeah)
Large nigga seem scary, out in the hood
Shootin tic-tac-toe in your Burberry
For generations, a cold verse killer's been chillin out
Waitin in the cut, spillin out
Hot shit, yeah they feelin me now, cause I linked with Pete
The best at it since Nas and "Illmatic"
Respect is automatic, got it, well hold it
A lot of MC's will need it to pay they rent, sewed it
And eventually fold it (uh-huh) check my resume
I'm like H&R Block when I rock
Y'all niggaz get the greatest return, plus a 3rd degree burn
when I earn airtime like H. Stern
Kardinal's like a 20 carat diamond
Up in the rough dust, New York check the shinin
I'm intertwinin, line for line combinin
with Mr. Rock rhymin, flowin on time and
Stop your whinin, y'all couldn't let go
since I flowed over the remix of "Grindin'"

[Chorus: Kardinal]
We good (we good) don't worry 'bout us, nigga we good
Kardinal and Pete Rock crank up in the hood
When I'm in the USA, they say "yes DJ"
When Pete's in the blend they say "my nigga come again"
We good (we good) don't worry 'bout us, nigga we good
Kardinal and Pete Rock crank up in the hood
When I'm in J.A. they say "yes DJ"
When I'm in the C-A-N they say "my nigga come again"

[Kardinal]
Yeah what makes the best rapper, ice on the wrist?
Ice on the chain? Ice in the bucket with the Crist'?
Ice grill, iced down, ice inside my frown
Ice start sparklin on the spaghetti strap gown (HU!)
Kardinal, nickname No Gimmicks
Still the nigga to get up in it, rip the place down
Rock a wife beater, show off my belly when I'm ready
The type to drive around on bootleg Pirellis
MC's gettin stuck like clubgoers in Chi-Town
Rip any prick from Brixton to my town
The T Dot, yeah you know me
Bringin back the bad bwoy style, yeah ya owe me
Gun finger in da air, shootin blanks
Thinkin bout the day I can live next to Phil Banks
'Til then, my circle niggaz straight out the hood
Don't worry 'bout us, nigga we good

[Chorus]
We good (we good) don't worry 'bout us, nigga we good
Kardinal and Pete Rock crank up in the hood
When I'm in J.A. they say "yes DJ"
When I'm in Brixton they say "my nigga come again"

[Kardinal]
Yo yo, protect your +Head & Shoulders+ when the Kardinal bust
Boy I take care of two in one shot like +Pert Plus+
Buck buck! Niggaz get dumb live on acetate
Massacre masses of MC's on mixtapes (yup)
Street cats get taken out with street raps
Live from the streets where peeps meet to see a weak nigga see defeat
Y'know, take a week to look back
And reflect on how you can't spit when Kardinal speak
Unique like o-ccasional crackheads
Monster talk to settin off a gourmet verse like rice pilaf
(Fuck off!) I'm great
Save the petty black trash talkin for Ricky Lake

[Chorus]
We good (we good) don't worry 'bout us, nigga we good
Kardinal and Pete Rock crank up in the hood
When I'm in the USA, they say "yes DJ"
When I'm in the C-A-N they say "my nigga come again"
We good (we good) don't worry 'bout us, nigga we good
Kardinal and Pete Rock crank up in the hood
When I'm in J.A. they say "yes DJ"
When Pete's in the blend they say "my nigga come again"

We good

(feat. Kardinal Offishall)

[Kardinal]
Yeah, I see you P'Rrahh
It's Mr. Kardinal, we good
Worry about us, it's Kardinal Offishall
Knahmean, circle niggaz in dis
Y'knahmean, straight from T Dot
Linked up with the grand master of the beats, P'Rrrah
It's the Pete Rock, y-yeah, NY to T Dot

C'mon - yeah, raisin my fist
is like the bat sign, bringin out lyricists
I attract heat, I be the under overground
Microphone magician, subteranean, unindentified
sky-toucher, maneuver the machines
And rip apart MC's and hang 'em from the seams (yeah)
Large nigga seem scary, out in the hood
Shootin tic-tac-toe in your Burberry
For generations, a cold verse killer's been chillin out
Waitin in the cut, spillin out
Hot shit, yeah they feelin me now, cause I linked with Pete
The best at it since Nas and "Illmatic"
Respect is automatic, got it, well hold it
A lot of MC's will need it to pay they rent, sewed it
And eventually fold it (uh-huh) check my resume
I'm like H&R Block when I rock
Y'all niggaz get the greatest return, plus a 3rd degree burn
when I earn airtime like H. Stern
Kardinal's like a 20 carat diamond
Up in the rough dust, New York check the shinin
I'm intertwinin, line for line combinin
with Mr. Rock rhymin, flowin on time and
Stop your whinin, y'all couldn't let go
since I flowed over the remix of "Grindin'"

[Chorus: Kardinal]
We good (we good) don't worry 'bout us, nigga we good
Kardinal and Pete Rock crank up in the hood
When I'm in the USA, they say "yes DJ"
When Pete's in the blend they say "my nigga come again"
We good (we good) don't worry 'bout us, nigga we good
Kardinal and Pete Rock crank up in the hood
When I'm in J.A. they say "yes DJ"
When I'm in the C-A-N they say "my nigga come again"

[Kardinal]
Yeah what makes the best rapper, ice on the wrist?
Ice on the chain?  Ice in the bucket with the Crist'?
Ice grill, iced down, ice inside my frown
Ice start sparklin on the spaghetti strap gown (HU!)
Kardinal, nickname No Gimmicks
Still the nigga to get up in it, rip the place down
Rock a wife beater, show off my belly when I'm ready
The type to drive around on bootleg Pirellis
MC's gettin stuck like clubgoers in Chi-Town
Rip any prick from Brixton to my town
The T Dot, yeah you know me
Bringin back the bad bwoy style, yeah ya owe me
Gun finger in da air, shootin blanks
Thinkin bout the day I can live next to Phil Banks
'Til then, my circle niggaz straight out the hood
Don't worry 'bout us, nigga we good

[Chorus]
We good (we good) don't worry 'bout us, nigga we good
Kardinal and Pete Rock crank up in the hood
When I'm in J.A. they say "yes DJ"
When I'm in Brixton they say "my nigga come again"

[Kardinal]
Yo yo, protect your +Head & Shoulders+ when the Kardinal bust
Boy I take care of two in one shot like +Pert Plus+
Buck buck!  Niggaz get dumb live on acetate
Massacre masses of MC's on mixtapes (yup)
Street cats get taken out with street raps
Live from the streets where peeps meet to see a weak nigga see defeat
Y'know, take a week to look back
And reflect on how you can't spit when Kardinal speak
Unique like o-ccasional crackheads
Monster talk to settin off a gourmet verse like rice pilaf
(Fuck off!)  I'm great
Save the petty black trash talkin for Ricky Lake

[Chorus]
We good (we good) don't worry 'bout us, nigga we good
Kardinal and Pete Rock crank up in the hood
When I'm in the USA, they say "yes DJ"
When I'm in the C-A-N they say "my nigga come again"
We good (we good) don't worry 'bout us, nigga we good
Kardinal and Pete Rock crank up in the hood
When I'm in J.A. they say "yes DJ"
When Pete's in the blend they say "my nigga come again"

We good

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We Are The Chosen Few [The Chosen Few]

from Pete Rock, Keb Darge - Funk Spectrum 3 (2002)

Warzone

3:57

from Pete Rock - Soul Survivor II (2004)

(feat. Dead Prez)

[Hook]
Get your drank on
Get your smoke on
Get your dance on, skin tight pants on
Get your party on
Get your holla on
Doogie-dance, lil' mama, get your party on
Get your groove on
Get your yak on
If you game tight, playa, get your mack on
Get your thug on
Get your buzz on
But don't forget we livin in a warzone

[Verse 1]
Bouncers actin like cops in the club
Mothefuck around and get dropped in the club
They don't play enough 2Pac in the club
The industry done made too pop in the club
That nigga don't need no mink in the club
15 Dollas for a drink in the club?
Got it like a fuckin precinct in the club
What do these motherfuckers think in the club
Come on!

[Bridge]
Whole lotta ass in the club
Ballaz spend a lotta cash in the club
Whole lotta dro gettin passed in the club
But them cameras got the zone blasted in the club
I don't even bring ID to the club
why they need to know my goverment name in the club?
I ain't got no paper for a bar in the club
I already got drunk fore I came in the club
Come on!

(Hook)

[Verse 2]
Everybody act like thugs in the club
They get drug in the club
Blowed like Shyne in the club
Lost they mind in the club
Puffin off like thugs in the club
Spendin up yo whole paycheck in the club
Dont get no respect in the club
Niggaz sell dro in the club
But we can't blow in the club
Thats why I don't go in the club

(Hook & Bridge)

[Verse 3]
Forget about the world outside in the club
You can run but you can't hide in the club
Dance to the goverment lies in the club
F**k that, party all night in the club
Still dames got no rights in the club
Party by the disco lights in the club
We spend a lotta cash in the club
But we don't got it on smash in the club
Cause (Come on)

(Hook)

[Verse 4]
Everybody's girlfriend's eating in the club
Everybody's boyfriend's eating in the club
Niggaz got a shank in a boot in the club, (?)
Ready to cut a secret ID from the hands in the club, (?)
Like what is corrupt in the club
Niggaz buy weed in the club
Crackers buy coke in the club
Get high in the club
Then die in the club
But they gotta bring identify in the club

[Verse 5]
If you see me in the club
Give a pound and a hug
Show love
Im just another thug in the club
But you can't rub me the wrong way
We can get it one, sho nuff, in the club
We can take it out in the club
Whats it all about, nigga what?
Why the fuck I came in the club
Get fucked up in the club
Loose a lot of blood in the club
Why the fuck I came in the club?

(Hook)

(feat. Dead Prez)

[Hook]
Get your drank on
Get your smoke on
Get your dance on, skin tight pants on
Get your party on
Get your holla on
Doogie-dance, lil' mama, get your party on
Get your groove on
Get your yak on
If you game tight, playa, get your mack on
Get your thug on
Get your buzz on
But don't forget we livin in a warzone

[Verse 1]
Bouncers actin like cops in the club
Mothefuck around and get dropped in the club
They don't play enough 2Pac in the club
The industry done made too pop in the club
That nigga don't need no mink in the club
15 Dollas for a drink in the club?
Got it like a fuckin precinct in the club
What do these motherfuckers think in the club
Come on!

[Bridge]
Whole lotta ass in the club
Ballaz spend a lotta cash in the club
Whole lotta dro gettin passed in the club
But them cameras got the zone blasted in the club
I don't even bring ID to the club
why they need to know my goverment name in the club?
I ain't got no paper for a bar in the club
I already got drunk fore I came in the club
Come on!

(Hook)

[Verse 2]
Everybody act like thugs in the club
They get drug in the club
Blowed like Shyne in the club
Lost they mind in the club
Puffin off like thugs in the club
Spendin up yo whole paycheck in the club
Dont get no respect in the club
Niggaz sell dro in the club
But we can't blow in the club
Thats why I don't go in the club

(Hook & Bridge)

[Verse 3]
Forget about the world outside in the club
You can run but you can't hide in the club
Dance to the goverment lies in the club
F**k that, party all night in the club
Still dames got no rights in the club
Party by the disco lights in the club
We spend a lotta cash in the club
But we don't got it on smash in the club
Cause (Come on)

(Hook)

[Verse 4]
Everybody's girlfriend's eating in the club
Everybody's boyfriend's eating in the club
Niggaz got a shank in a boot in the club, (?)
Ready to cut a secret ID from the hands in the club, (?)
Like what is corrupt in the club
Niggaz buy weed in the club
Crackers buy coke in the club
Get high in the club
Then die in the club
But they gotta bring identify in the club

[Verse 5]
If you see me in the club
Give a pound and a hug
Show love
Im just another thug in the club
But you can't rub me the wrong way
We can get it one, sho nuff, in the club
We can take it out in the club
Whats it all about, nigga what?
Why the fuck I came in the club
Get fucked up in the club
Loose a lot of blood in the club
Why the fuck I came in the club?

(Hook)

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Walk On By

from Pete Rock - Petestrumentals (2002)

Voices

from Pete Rock, Edo. G - My Own Worst Enemy (2005)

Verbal Murder 2

Big Punisher, Common, Noreaga, Pete Rock

from Pete Rock - Soul Survivor (2016)

Understand?

from Pete Rock - Lost And Found (2004)

U Are What You Are

from Pete Rock - The Surviving Elements (2005)

Twin Time [Seeburg Spotlite Band]

from Pete Rock, Keb Darge - Funk Spectrum 3 (2002)

Truth Is

3:06

from Pete Rock - Soul Survivor II (2004)

(feat. Black Ice)

[Black Ice]
Hey yo
When you look at me and my brothers what's your first impression
Does the sight of us leave you guessin or do you understand the stressin
The aggression, the look of no hope on me and my niggaz faces
Like the lord overlooked us when he handed down his graces
You see embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers
Still stuck in the walls of the project halls where the coke smell still lingers
External blingers is all we can be cause on the inside we been given nothin to shine on
And a record deal's harder to get than coke, so my niggaz get they grind on
Cause the TV tells us, aim high nigga, make all goals lateral
But see that takes paper that we don't have so, niggaz put they souls up as collateral
Now, some niggaz reclaim 'em, some blame 'em, make an excuse to sell 'em
But when a nigga goes from not doin to doin, what can you tell him?
Not to be a nigga? Shit I gots to be a nigga, that's how I pay the bills
And I'ma do that whether I got to sling this coke or exploit these rhyme skills
See America makes you an opportunist, and at the same time they institutionalize you
So the fact that niggaz get, big record deals
big money and go to jail shouldn't surprise you
That's what lies do, you see most of these guys
do have raw talent just an infinitile education
So the business feed you all the weed and ecstasy
and a little bit of paper to provide some pacification
from all the bullshit frustration they serve you
Meanwhile they corrupt your perception of what the real is
See they takin all our businessmen, and givin 'em the mindsets of drug dealers
Took all our messengers, made 'em rappers
just flappin they jaws afraid to admit their treason
Took all our soldiers for the cause, made 'em killers for no reason
And bein fucked up, well that's in this season
So, if you're negative you're positive, and if you're positive you're called a hater
But I maintain control of my soul cause I know it gets greater later
And I told y'all the last show shit, a nigga no hater, I just know what the truth is
Been intertwined in this puddin for 'bout a year now so I know where the proof is
See, it lines these midtown Manhattan skyscrapers
where former hustlers like myself sign papers
and pull off fucked capers like, 16 infamous stars of the time
They got us choppin and, baggin and
servin that shit to niggaz 16 bars at a time now
The crime is undetectable by the feds
cause in heads of our kids is where the track is
And music is potent it's straight to the soul
so it's much more addictive than crack is
Now, the high is just an illusion all lies and confusion
But to feel that rush just once, my young bucks'll go through it
So in essence, they still floodin the streets with the thugs, drugs and the killing
They just usin these record labels to do it
Takin our hearts off demos, puttin us in limos
tryin to fuck up divine direction
But, young black men have been trained to chase money
and pussy, so we fall victim to our own erection
And begin to convince ourselves we're on our way somewhere where we're not goin
But ignorance is bliss and niggaz love this so, niggaz take pride in not knowin
We not growin, nigga I give a fuck how slick you flowin
if you ain't showin nuttin to these kids or addin nuttin positive to the earth
Black Ice been destined to touch the world ever since I was born
To be real, fuck a record deal, God gives me what I'm worth
"Soul Survivor" nigga {*echoes*}

(feat. Black Ice)

[Black Ice]
Hey yo
When you look at me and my brothers what's your first impression
Does the sight of us leave you guessin or do you understand the stressin
The aggression, the look of no hope on me and my niggaz faces
Like the lord overlooked us when he handed down his graces
You see embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers
Still stuck in the walls of the project halls where the coke smell still lingers
External blingers is all we can be cause on the inside we been given nothin to shine on
And a record deal's harder to get than coke, so my niggaz get they grind on
Cause the TV tells us, aim high nigga, make all goals lateral
But see that takes paper that we don't have so, niggaz put they souls up as collateral
Now, some niggaz reclaim 'em, some blame 'em, make an excuse to sell 'em
But when a nigga goes from not doin to doin, what can you tell him?
Not to be a nigga?  Shit I gots to be a nigga, that's how I pay the bills
And I'ma do that whether I got to sling this coke or exploit these rhyme skills
See America makes you an opportunist, and at the same time they institutionalize you
So the fact that niggaz get, big record deals
big money and go to jail shouldn't surprise you
That's what lies do, you see most of these guys
do have raw talent just an infinitile education
So the business feed you all the weed and ecstasy
and a little bit of paper to provide some pacification
from all the bullshit frustration they serve you
Meanwhile they corrupt your perception of what the real is
See they takin all our businessmen, and givin 'em the mindsets of drug dealers
Took all our messengers, made 'em rappers
just flappin they jaws afraid to admit their treason
Took all our soldiers for the cause, made 'em killers for no reason
And bein fucked up, well that's in this season
So, if you're negative you're positive, and if you're positive you're called a hater
But I maintain control of my soul cause I know it gets greater later
And I told y'all the last show shit, a nigga no hater, I just know what the truth is
Been intertwined in this puddin for 'bout a year now so I know where the proof is
See, it lines these midtown Manhattan skyscrapers
where former hustlers like myself sign papers
and pull off fucked capers like, 16 infamous stars of the time
They got us choppin and, baggin and
servin that shit to niggaz 16 bars at a time now
The crime is undetectable by the feds
cause in heads of our kids is where the track is
And music is potent it's straight to the soul
so it's much more addictive than crack is
Now, the high is just an illusion all lies and confusion
But to feel that rush just once, my young bucks'll go through it
So in essence, they still floodin the streets with the thugs, drugs and the killing
They just usin these record labels to do it
Takin our hearts off demos, puttin us in limos
tryin to fuck up divine direction
But, young black men have been trained to chase money
and pussy, so we fall victim to our own erection
And begin to convince ourselves we're on our way somewhere where we're not goin
But ignorance is bliss and niggaz love this so, niggaz take pride in not knowin
We not growin, nigga I give a fuck how slick you flowin
if you ain't showin nuttin to these kids or addin nuttin positive to the earth
Black Ice been destined to touch the world ever since I was born
To be real, fuck a record deal, God gives me what I'm worth
"Soul Survivor" nigga {*echoes*}

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Truly Yours 98

Kool G Rap, Large Professor, Pete Rock

from Pete Rock - Soul Survivor (2016)

Tru Master

Inspectah Deck, Kurupt, Pete Rock

from Pete Rock - Soul Survivor (2016)

Trespasser (Part I) [Bad Medicine]

from Pete Rock, Keb Darge - Funk Spectrum 3 (2002)

Too Close

from Pete Rock - Lost And Found (2004)

To My Adventage/ Feat. Nature

from Pete Rock - Petestrumentals (2002)

To Each His Own

from Pete Rock - Lost And Found (2004)

(feat. Q-Tip & The Large Professor)

Yeah, uhh uhh I.N.I. is in the place
Yeah yeah uuh
Along with my man Extra P and my man Q-T
Here in the place to be
With the capital P, Rock on

[Verse 1: Grap Luva]
I'm braced just from my voice bring life to microphones
And my weight phone moves I'm headed for the dead zone
You heads flown and it's a crazy rest
You should've vest when the Kane come to test the best
So next up is the one the non-half stepper
Keeper of the thought, healer of the lepras
Controller of the treezy with no ego to feed
Cause I stays level headed, vocabulary
I'm better up in the dome, I'm bound to crush
Rollin' up I spill the bone free
See it's the G bring it to you in the physical
Comin' through with the crucial ball material
I entertain each time I'm in the session
Leavin brothers guessin', yo what's that sound
Got 'em wishin' they was on this bitches mouth goin' down
InI vibrations over plumb tracks
Most of y'all found cats couldn't match that
Touch this, I don't think you should attempt to
Cause if you do, plus I got two examples
From gettin any clout
No doubt to each his own

[Chorus]
To each his own (repeat 8 times)

[Verse 2: Q-Tip]
Check it out to each his own, watch out cat
Niggas think daz can get a dollar bill
Choices made, they choose the ill
Inside a nigga wanna survivalism of all the scrams
It's crazy let's make you move, tryin to be topscore
And he really don't give a rats ass who he go to
He's a big boy, he bites all he can chew
But yo I eat all plates with hip hop written on it
Pete Rock the group I.N.I. shittin on it
Lyrically impressive ain't no second guesses
The most poppin shit talker is the one who stresses
And you see the Abstract with a tight lipped caddy
Speakin on my peace and my soul is ever vary
Til my microphone I dialogue
Sit back with a whole lot a love, complement it with claps
I'm on some grown men shit, my peak is not yet reached
So I remind my one and take 'em each
To each his own

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Rob-O]
Excuse me, I'm here to earn a man a buck or two
Now take a chance with life or lose the fuckin you
All your friends, your flower lack potent
You used to be shy but now you wanna be my stands
On the E-L this is gonna swell for a second
While I'm catchin wreck, how many others should she step in
The sack with, guess I better get a Profalectic
Back to the crib in case I smack it
Bad tactic cause a gym hat caught it flat
Plus the ball stick wasn't even all of that
Now it's hectic I'm headin to the joint gettin injected
Plus the fact that I'm infected
So check it out, yo when you with these chicks
And they spread out, with skins enough to take ya head out
Use precaution cause some is packin' death behind the set
Peace to the Gods, so watch your dick
To each his own

[Verse 4: Large Professor]
To each his own, niggas is sown, bout to full blown
Brother who could never be a clone
Large Pro so fuck your bullshit harsh, yo
I'm rappin with the weapon my whole squad glow
Like a diamond, so don't sham fan, I have to climb in
That ass like a truck, leavin niggas as struck
Like lightening bold that cats flow goes right in the volt
In the end peace to land times ten
Cee-Lo the whole I.N.I. is my people
So sit back relax and just listen while we pull
The moneys and honeys fake fours did clone
To each his own, to each his own

[Chorus](repeated til fade)

(feat. Q-Tip & The Large Professor)

Yeah, uhh uhh I.N.I. is in the place
Yeah yeah uuh
Along with my man Extra P and my man Q-T
Here in the place to be
With the capital P, Rock on

[Verse 1: Grap Luva]
I'm braced just from my voice bring life to microphones
And my weight phone moves I'm headed for the dead zone
You heads flown and it's a crazy rest
You should've vest when the Kane come to test the best
So next up is the one the non-half stepper
Keeper of the thought, healer of the lepras
Controller of the treezy with no ego to feed
Cause I stays level headed, vocabulary
I'm better up in the dome, I'm bound to crush
Rollin' up I spill the bone free
See it's the G bring it to you in the physical
Comin' through with the crucial ball material
I entertain each time I'm in the session
Leavin brothers guessin', yo what's that sound
Got 'em wishin' they was on this bitches mouth goin' down
InI vibrations over plumb tracks
Most of y'all found cats couldn't match that
Touch this, I don't think you should attempt to
Cause if you do, plus I got two examples
From gettin any clout
No doubt to each his own

[Chorus]
To each his own (repeat 8 times)

[Verse 2: Q-Tip]
Check it out to each his own, watch out cat
Niggas think daz can get a dollar bill
Choices made, they choose the ill
Inside a nigga wanna survivalism of all the scrams
It's crazy let's make you move, tryin to be topscore
And he really don't give a rats ass who he go to
He's a big boy, he bites all he can chew
But yo I eat all plates with hip hop written on it
Pete Rock the group I.N.I. shittin on it
Lyrically impressive ain't no second guesses
The most poppin shit talker is the one who stresses
And you see the Abstract with a tight lipped caddy
Speakin on my peace and my soul is ever vary
Til my microphone I dialogue
Sit back with a whole lot a love, complement it with claps
I'm on some grown men shit, my peak is not yet reached
So I remind my one and take 'em each
To each his own

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Rob-O]
Excuse me, I'm here to earn a man a buck or two
Now take a chance with life or lose the fuckin you
All your friends, your flower lack potent
You used to be shy but now you wanna be my stands
On the E-L this is gonna swell for a second
While I'm catchin wreck, how many others should she step in
The sack with, guess I better get a Profalectic
Back to the crib in case I smack it
Bad tactic cause a gym hat caught it flat
Plus the ball stick wasn't even all of that
Now it's hectic I'm headin to the joint gettin injected
Plus the fact that I'm infected
So check it out, yo when you with these chicks
And they spread out, with skins enough to take ya head out
Use precaution cause some is packin' death behind the set
Peace to the Gods, so watch your dick
To each his own

[Verse 4: Large Professor]
To each his own, niggas is sown, bout to full blown
Brother who could never be a clone
Large Pro so fuck your bullshit harsh, yo
I'm rappin with the weapon my whole squad glow
Like a diamond, so don't sham fan, I have to climb in
That ass like a truck, leavin niggas as struck
Like lightening bold that cats flow goes right in the volt
In the end peace to land times ten
Cee-Lo the whole I.N.I. is my people
So sit back relax and just listen while we pull
The moneys and honeys fake fours did clone
To each his own, to each his own

[Chorus](repeated til fade)

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To Be Free [Luther Davis Group]

from Pete Rock, Keb Darge - Funk Spectrum 3 (2002)

Think Twice

from Pete Rock - Lost And Found (2004)

[Intro: Pete Rock](5X)
"Sucka MC's please think twice" -> Special Ed - Think About It

[Verse 1: Grap Luva]
Who'll be the sucka MC to get dismantled
I hope that you can handle your whipness or sees ya flippin gettin
Down with my lazy boy laidback style of speak
The funk makes you dance cheek to cheek
I be the black civilian who is bound to make a million
Or make enough loot so I can buy my own provillian
Throw a fat party and invite everybody
And play all the old school hits like Lodi Dodi
Connections like OPEC while ya hung up like a Kojak
I'm real like a ruby while ya fake like a pinchback
That's imitation gold if you didn't know
My rhymes flow as my vocab' grows and grows
I freak it for the basslines always walkin on ya frontline
Catch me while I'm boomin' in ya alkine
Yo I'm out like a shot from a tec
You need to think twice just to earn respect, so

[Chorus: Pete Rock](5X)
"Sucka MC's please think twice
You don't know what you doin'
Think about that" -> Special Ed - Think About It

[Verse 2: Pete Rock]
Aiiyo, as I come through for '95 with the flav'
So amazin' the Boy Wonder's blazin'
Respect the mic check, one, two
Cause I display the funk material as I stand imperial
To others, gotta lay low, undercover
Cats flow to the hands for the crowd in the stands
So here I am, plus I rock to please the public
They want it, word son, they want it
To hear the Soul Brother disperse words of wisdom
When I.N.I. comin' direct on the set
So represent, a lot of rap niggaz came to win
But the style played out when they chose a different route
Whatever as I stay true to the game
Word to the troubled T-Roy you know my name
Keep an eye on the stakes as I watch my back
Think Twice before you try to grab the mic and react

[Chorus](5X)

[Verse 3: Rob-O]
Yo beg your pardon...
Whn I put one to the head now the funk shit startin'
Fine soul I headline for my public get mine
Yeah my rap subjects packed with potential
Plus the versatile elements to crush ya scent
I get down so cheer the mental
Rhyme-pro I'm Rob-O the super spectacular brown skin nigga from Africa
Blowin' up so it's impossible to get
With the highlight and fly right and the niggaz on my dick
Split when it's through, gotta skip with the Guinness Crew
Give a shout out to my Uptown Crew, word up
From New York, New York the Big Apple
To the four square miles Uptown armed for battle
Your niggaz is nice but my advice is you can't suffice
So Think Twice, uhh

[Chorus](repeated till fade)

[Intro: Pete Rock](5X)
"Sucka MC's please think twice" -> Special Ed - Think About It

[Verse 1: Grap Luva]
Who'll be the sucka MC to get dismantled
I hope that you can handle your whipness or sees ya flippin gettin
Down with my lazy boy laidback style of speak
The funk makes you dance cheek to cheek
I be the black civilian who is bound to make a million
Or make enough loot so I can buy my own provillian
Throw a fat party and invite everybody
And play all the old school hits like Lodi Dodi
Connections like OPEC while ya hung up like a Kojak
I'm real like a ruby while ya fake like a pinchback
That's imitation gold if you didn't know
My rhymes flow as my vocab' grows and grows
I freak it for the basslines always walkin on ya frontline
Catch me while I'm boomin' in ya alkine
Yo I'm out like a shot from a tec
You need to think twice just to earn respect, so

[Chorus: Pete Rock](5X)
"Sucka MC's please think twice
You don't know what you doin'
Think about that" -> Special Ed - Think About It

[Verse 2: Pete Rock]
Aiiyo, as I come through for '95 with the flav'
So amazin' the Boy Wonder's blazin'
Respect the mic check, one, two
Cause I display the funk material as I stand imperial
To others, gotta lay low, undercover
Cats flow to the hands for the crowd in the stands
So here I am, plus I rock to please the public
They want it, word son, they want it
To hear the Soul Brother disperse words of wisdom
When I.N.I. comin' direct on the set
So represent, a lot of rap niggaz came to win
But the style played out when they chose a different route
Whatever as I stay true to the game
Word to the troubled T-Roy you know my name
Keep an eye on the stakes as I watch my back
Think Twice before you try to grab the mic and react

[Chorus](5X)

[Verse 3: Rob-O]
Yo beg your pardon...
Whn I put one to the head now the funk shit startin'
Fine soul I headline for my public get mine
Yeah my rap subjects packed with potential
Plus the versatile elements to crush ya scent
I get down so cheer the mental
Rhyme-pro I'm Rob-O the super spectacular brown skin nigga from Africa
Blowin' up so it's impossible to get
With the highlight and fly right and the niggaz on my dick
Split when it's through, gotta skip with the Guinness Crew
Give a shout out to my Uptown Crew, word up
From New York, New York the Big Apple
To the four square miles Uptown armed for battle
Your niggaz is nice but my advice is you can't suffice
So Think Twice, uhh

[Chorus](repeated till fade)

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They Reminisce Over You (Single Version)

4:47

from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962)

(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

The Pjs

featuring Masta Killa,Raekwon

Pete Rock, Pete Rock Ft. Raekwon & Masta Killa

4:22

from Nature Sounds Presents Natural Selection (2006)

The Midnight Wrecka

from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Basement Demos [ep] (2009)

The Main Ingredient

5:07

from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994)

Pete Rock]
One two one two y'all
One two check it out
Got my man CL
Can't forget my man Cee Lo
Can't forget money earnin' Mount Vernon
Can't forget New Roch'
Can't forget Westchester
Can't forget umm.. CL hit me off

[CL Smooth]
Feel the funk by the rap czars in sports cars
Comin atcha now you listen at the feet of a master
Caution not Wheel of Fortune here's a portion
of untamedness, approachin famous, for miscellaneous
The track get crackin though, unexplainable
When I ground a jewel, sound is simply uncontainable
Release my soul, but never make the mistake
and play me like a stone cold fruitcake man
Cause you can never fathom G the dough we want so
My flow's the steadiest, to never leave us penniless
Come on down to the very necessary legendary
Well the more the merry stickin women type of villian
The evidence relentless, I ride to see you magnatized
Mecca to begin you're locked in no doubt
The label better push this, so we can pay the rent
You can season the pot well, but here's The Main Ingredient

[Pete Rock]
The Main Ingredient y'all
The Main Ingredient
Yo, The Main Ingredient y'all
The Main Ingredient
Yo, The Main Ingredient y'all
The Main Ingredient
The Main Ingredient y'all
Yo, The Main Ingredient, kick it CL

[CL Smooth]
I know you wonder what kind of way is that to think:
Put all the wackest rappers on a boat and let it sink
Don't blink; next thing you see you spot is taken
No Jax I'm Fakin' soldiers took the whole reservation
On a scale of one to ten, we move rather swiftly
Want a dimepiece but we'll settle for an eight-fifty
Don't blow mine, your trump card is exposed to pages
Now your beginning's already at the final stages
Pumpin like 12 gauges from a shotgun blast
I never saw people run so fast, aight?
Stay up all night, then sleep all day
Makin big Lucci and would have it no other way
In conjunction, with the function, as stated
Orchestrated by the Soul Brother nickel plated
Tell the judge you were foolish, and try to be lenient
Cause you never had the The Main Ingredient

[Pete Rock]
The Main Ingredient (7X)
Hit the third verse off kid

[CL Smooth]
This cap is peeled layin joints like a minefield
When dynamite's my rhythm this is East coast terrorism
The Vernon-ville's Mecca Don, formin Voltron tactics
Let off three verses and the crowd panics
Get em all, the kingpin of the Player's Ball
Now every tramp in your camp's going AWOL
My Lucci situation is A Daily Operation
On the strip, I refine you like Tales From the Crypt
Right here's the real shit, and all that other's counterfeit
Funk to let you know exactly what you're dealin with
P-R slash, C-L smash, love to spend cash
For proper livin, slidin up in wealthy women
Stick your hand in my pants, and grab the mic's no crime
Cause like Sisters With Voices, it's about time
for you to respect my whole foundation precisely
Be obedient, to The Main Ingredient

[Pete Rock]
Yo, The Main Ingredient
The Main Ingredient
Yo, The Main Ingredient
The Main Ingredient (4X)
Check out the funk y'all
Mic Check, one two
CL Smooth, and Pete Rock
Comin back, for ninety-four
Can't forget
Get on, to get on
It's time to get on, peace to I-n-I
Yeah, can't forget Baby Pah
Can't forget the whole roster
One two
Check it
It's The Main Ingredient y'all
The Main Ingredient y'all (4X)
The Main Ingredient, y'all (7X)
The Main Ingredient, bust it

[CL Smooth]
Feel the funk by the rap czars in sports cars
Comin atcha now you listen at the feet of a master
Caution not Wheel of Fortune here's a portion
of untamedness, approachin famous, for miscellaneous
The track get crackin though, unexplainable
When I ground a jewel, sound is simply uncontainable
Release my soul, but never make the mistake
and play me like a stone cold fruitcake man
Cause you can never fathom G the dough we want so
My flow's the steadiest, to never leave us penniless
Come on down to the very necessary legendary
Well the more the merry stickin women type of villian
The evidence relentless, I ride to see you magnatized
Mecca to begin you're locked in no doubt
The label better push this, so we can pay the rent
You can season the pot well, but here's The Main Ingredient

[Pete Rock]
The Main Ingredient y'all
The Main Ingredient
Yo, The Main Ingredient y'all
The Main Ingredient
Yo, The Main Ingredient y'all
The Main Ingredient
The Main Ingredient y'all
Yo, The Main Ingredient, kick it CL

[CL Smooth]
I know you wonder what kind of way is that to think:
Put all the wackest rappers on a boat and let it sink
Don't blink; next thing you see you spot is taken
No Jax I'm Fakin' soldiers took the whole reservation
On a scale of one to ten, we move rather swiftly
Want a dimepiece but we'll settle for an eight-fifty
Don't blow mine, your trump card is exposed to pages
Now your beginning's already at the final stages
Pumpin like 12 gauges from a shotgun blast
I never saw people run so fast, aight?
Stay up all night, then sleep all day
Makin big Lucci and would have it no other way
In conjunction, with the function, as stated
Orchestrated by the Soul Brother nickel plated
Tell the judge you were foolish, and try to be lenient
Cause you never had the The Main Ingredient

[Pete Rock]
The Main Ingredient (7X)
Hit the third verse off kid

[CL Smooth]
This cap is peeled layin joints like a minefield
When dynamite's my rhythm this is East coast terrorism
The Vernon-ville's Mecca Don, formin Voltron tactics
Let off three verses and the crowd panics
Get em all, the kingpin of the Player's Ball
Now every tramp in your camp's going AWOL
My Lucci situation is A Daily Operation
On the strip, I refine you like Tales From the Crypt
Right here's the real shit, and all that other's counterfeit
Funk to let you know exactly what you're dealin with
P-R slash, C-L smash, love to spend cash
For proper livin, slidin up in wealthy women
Stick your hand in my pants, and grab the mic's no crime
Cause like Sisters With Voices, it's about time
for you to respect my whole foundation precisely
Be obedient, to The Main Ingredient

[Pete Rock]
Yo, The Main Ingredient
The Main Ingredient
Yo, The Main Ingredient
The Main Ingredient (4X)
Check out the funk y'all
Mic Check, one two
CL Smooth, and Pete Rock
Comin back, for ninety-four
Can't forget
Get on, to get on
It's time to get on, peace to I-n-I
Yeah, can't forget Baby Pah
Can't forget the whole roster
One two
Check it
It's The Main Ingredient y'all
The Main Ingredient y'all (4X)
The Main Ingredient, y'all (7X)
The Main Ingredient, bust it

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The Love of My Life

featuring Black Thought,Common

from Marley Marl, Pete Rock - Future Flavas Mixtape (1999)

The Life I Live

from Pete Rock - Lost And Found (2004)

The End

featuring Black Thought

from Marley Marl, Pete Rock - Future Flavas Mixtape (1999)

The Duck Walk [Ramon & Company]

from Pete Rock, Keb Darge - Funk Spectrum 3 (2002)

The Creator

4:47

from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - All Souled Out (1991)

It's time to dip dive dip
You might break a hip
To the sound that's legit
I've come to make a hit
I usually bust scratches with my man C.L. Smooth
But I decided to get wreck on this groove
As I provide the slide
You're going on a ride
I know the weather's nice
There's no need to play the outside
Guess who's on the flyer
The man of your desire
Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth all the honey dips admire
Beats are rough and rugged
Pete Rock is the creator
Now I'm busting raps while switching cross-faders
Making sure my sound hits from here to Grenada
Honey gave me skins, man, I told her friends I ate her
But, wait up
I save this subject for later
But, it's time to catch wreck with the creator

I'm addicted like a stoag
Not into vogue
(Yo, Pete, there's a girl on the phone)
Tell her to hold 'cause I'm busy kickin' rhymes to the rhythm
Fortified with soul 'cause that's what I give 'em
Honeys form a line form a line 'cause I always seem to capure
Beats made of rupture
Rhymes made of rapture
Far from illiterate
Always seem to get a hit
If you try to step to this
Don't even consider it
Skins when I want 'em
But, only when I eat 'em
To set the record straight, I'll be damned if eat 'em
Call me Pete Rock
I make the girls flock
And if you want a beat like this, I got them in stock
So, flow with the flow
Because you know I'm good to go
As I proceed to get wreck on your stereo
Not an imitator
Just a crowd motivator
But, it's time to get wreck with the creator

Now, C.L. Smooth, cut it up like this
(scratching)

Now, I'm'a take a try
And get a piece of the pie
If they give me one sec
To get some wreck
Never filled with anger
A good body banger
If you try to step to this you'll get hung on my hanger
Before I say good-bye
Suckers gave a good try
But, point blank you just can't see this
My word is beneficial
Pete Rock is the issue
And I know you know my style is official
I might give a scratch
(Yes, cousin)
Or I might kick a verse
(No question)
Either one, I can't be seen
Honeys call me tall and lean
And if you want to stick around
I'll show you what I mean
Not an imitator
Just a crowd motivator
But, it's time to get wreck with the creator

It's time to get wreck with the creator
Get wreck with the creator
The creator

C.L. Smooth, get busy

I'm addicted like a stoag
Not into vogue
(Yo, Pete, there's a girl on the phone)
Tell her to hold 'cause I'm busy kickin' rhymes to the rhythm
Fortified with soul 'cause that's what I give 'em
Honeys form a line form a line 'cause I always seem to capure
Beats made of rupture
Rhymes made of rapture
Far from illiterate
Always seem to get a hit
If you try to step to this
Don't even consider it
Skins when I want 'em
But, only when I eat 'em
To set the record straight, I'll be damned if eat 'em
Call me Pete Rock
I make the girls flock
And if you want a beat like this, I got them in stock
So, flow with the flow
Because you know I'm good to go
As I proceed to get wreck on your stereo
Not an imitator
Just a crowd motivator
But, it's time to get wreck with the creator

Now, C.L. Smooth, cut it up like this
(scratching)

Now, I'm'a take a try
And get a piece of the pie
If they give me one sec
To get some wreck
Never filled with anger
A good body banger
If you try to step to this you'll get hung on my hanger
Before I say good-bye
Suckers gave a good try
But, point blank you just can't see this
My word is beneficial
Pete Rock is the issue
And I know you know my style is official
I might give a scratch
(Yes, cousin)
Or I might kick a verse
(No question)
Either one, I can't be seen
Honeys call me tall and lean
And if you want to stick around
I'll show you what I mean
Not an imitator
Just a crowd motivator
But, it's time to get wreck with the creator

It's time to get wreck with the creator
Get wreck with the creator
The creator

C.L. Smooth, get busy

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The Boss

from Pete Rock - Petestrumentals (2002)

The Basement

5:26

from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962)

Tha Game

from Pete Rock - Soul Survivor (2016)

Tell Me

4:30

from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994)

Take Your Time

from Pete Rock - Soul Survivor (2016)

Take You There

4:45

from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994)

Check it out
Ahh yeah
Back again with anotha hit smash
Pete Rock and CL Smooth
We got the groove for you
So go call your crew
And let em know we in the house
CL hit em off with the verses

[CL Smooth]
Never judge a book by the cover; discover the Soul Brother
with the Mecca Don workin brunette to blonde
How many Edison Con when I respond in full black
with us havin the Vernon villians back to back
Amazing grace when I face the great paperchase
For real it's long overdue, so I don't wanna talk to you
I stroke the hell out of mademoiselle who insisted
every night, she get her back twisted in the unlisted
I'm livin through my son so daddy see it this way
I want him in the NFL, his brother in the NBA
No doubt I with a 'piece, down in Mecca, all crazy
to the lady, none of this is make-believe
I breathe some of the most powerful lyrics of our century
Battle physically, conquer mentally
Essentially, you're dealing with a Mecca affair
So anywhere you wanna go, y'know, I'll take you there

Chorus: unknown singer(s)

C.. L.. whatcha gonna do
You.. know.. you can make me Boo
Ohh-ver.. and ohh-ver again
Come on, and take me there

[CL Smooth]
Control now so in the future see me callin the shots
From larger plots to cash to mini-bikes and open mics
I'm blowin up spots for knots in the millenium years
And now I drop it on my peers, brings Tears and Fears
And now the question manifest in my only
My soldiers wear Versace or the army fatigue
That brings a world of intrigue and glamour to my arsenal
of Gods, pimps to players and layers of Decepticons
My whole mindstate gravitate to weapon
Makin people in the business get a misconception
It ain't hard to the core, it ain't Sex on the Beach
It's just another plateau the brothers have to reach
Emphatic with non-cypher, then we were broke and misguided
Try to gas me like Hitler once we get divided
No question, you're dealing with a Mecca affair
So anywhere you wanna go, I'll take you there

Chorus

[CL Smooth]
Set it so I can make em all respect my fame
When brothers try to count all my chips in the game
Now let me civilize your foolish acts of gunplay
The plan of a stick man, the price in how to get away
Chose for negroes, the most hypnotical flows
on the planet, another East coast track rose, God damnit
My theme, to mainstream's the knocker
Only time I get right as block is when my lucci's on lock
Pretty much I'm comin through in the clutch see
My thought is a bombshell, built to only propel
Or is it just my style of hustle makin a mark
To rumble the playgrounds with more danger than Jurassic Park
It was dark, when I brought it to the light, despite
my staff's got me takin nothin but champagne baths
Now the aftermath's dealin with a Mecca affair
So anywhere you wanna go, I'll take you there

Chorus

[singer]
Just come on
Take me right where I wanna be
Come on
Come on to you and me
Come on
Oahahahohhahhh

[Pete Rock]
Keep doin it baby
Check it out, bust it

Chorus 2X (second time with music, to fade

Check it out
Ahh yeah
Back again with anotha hit smash
Pete Rock and CL Smooth
We got the groove for you
So go call your crew
And let em know we in the house
CL hit em off with the verses

[CL Smooth]
Never judge a book by the cover; discover the Soul Brother
with the Mecca Don workin brunette to blonde
How many Edison Con when I respond in full black
with us havin the Vernon villians back to back
Amazing grace when I face the great paperchase
For real it's long overdue, so I don't wanna talk to you
I stroke the hell out of mademoiselle who insisted
every night, she get her back twisted in the unlisted
I'm livin through my son so daddy see it this way
I want him in the NFL, his brother in the NBA
No doubt I with a 'piece, down in Mecca, all crazy
to the lady, none of this is make-believe
I breathe some of the most powerful lyrics of our century
Battle physically, conquer mentally
Essentially, you're dealing with a Mecca affair
So anywhere you wanna go, y'know, I'll take you there

Chorus: unknown singer(s)

C.. L.. whatcha gonna do
You.. know.. you can make me Boo
Ohh-ver.. and ohh-ver again
Come on, and take me there

[CL Smooth]
Control now so in the future see me callin the shots
From larger plots to cash to mini-bikes and open mics
I'm blowin up spots for knots in the millenium years
And now I drop it on my peers, brings Tears and Fears
And now the question manifest in my only
My soldiers wear Versace or the army fatigue
That brings a world of intrigue and glamour to my arsenal
of Gods, pimps to players and layers of Decepticons
My whole mindstate gravitate to weapon
Makin people in the business get a misconception
It ain't hard to the core, it ain't Sex on the Beach
It's just another plateau the brothers have to reach
Emphatic with non-cypher, then we were broke and misguided
Try to gas me like Hitler once we get divided
No question, you're dealing with a Mecca affair
So anywhere you wanna go, I'll take you there

Chorus

[CL Smooth]
Set it so I can make em all respect my fame
When brothers try to count all my chips in the game
Now let me civilize your foolish acts of gunplay
The plan of a stick man, the price in how to get away
Chose for negroes, the most hypnotical flows
on the planet, another East coast track rose, God damnit
My theme, to mainstream's the knocker
Only time I get right as block is when my lucci's on lock
Pretty much I'm comin through in the clutch see
My thought is a bombshell, built to only propel
Or is it just my style of hustle makin a mark
To rumble the playgrounds with more danger than Jurassic Park
It was dark, when I brought it to the light, despite
my staff's got me takin nothin but champagne baths
Now the aftermath's dealin with a Mecca affair
So anywhere you wanna go, I'll take you there

Chorus

[singer]
Just come on
Take me right where I wanna be
Come on
Come on to you and me
Come on
Oahahahohhahhh

[Pete Rock]
Keep doin it baby
Check it out, bust it

Chorus 2X (second time with music, to fade

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Take The D Train

from Pete Rock - Petestrumentals (2002)

Take It There (Remix)

featuring Black Thought,Dice Raw,Nonchalant

from Marley Marl, Pete Rock - Future Flavas Mixtape (1999)

Sun Won't Come Out

4:20

from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994)

CL Smooth]
Open Sesame steppin through the mist it's the specialist
Comin to box and flooded with rocks
We'll get down for mine the kind that makes cement feel us
Standin in the company of killers
Follow my trail as I walk through the valley of death
Left to fear no evil cause what I grip is legal
I'm hot like yard the point guard of this group on the loop
Never your right, raising all your game type tonight
Entering the level of high gear
You'd think it took a Bob Marley spliff to get here
Front to rear God of the drugs that you're hearin
while my neighbors say we need to be jailed for rackateerin
Now appearin, Pete Rock and CL Smooth, to the jugular
Now you got Mecca and the Soul Brother
Slightly, you might raise a hair of doubt
But if we don't rock the spot, The Sun Won't Come Out

[Pete Rock]
Check it out, without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
Without _Anger in the Naion_
Yo, without _Mecca and the Soul Brother_
You know The Sun Won't Come Out
Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
You know we can't _Reminisce_
If we don't _Straighten It Out_
You know The Sun Won't Come Out

[CL Smooth]
Un-chained heat, I hustle on the street or beat
to keep you on the edge of your seat, you consumer
A QB-like boomer, the ultimate team
But if I wake up in another woman's bed, I'ma scream
I'm settin up shop pop to overthrow Castro
Chokin over Noriega's Garcia Vegas
Guess who supplies the pies and dope triples
Now she leaks ass cheeks, pearly whites and titty nipples
Would CL ever trick loot on PC?
Even if I never had sonny boy I disagree
Cut the small talk, I give more marks than a school of sharks
on attack, so keep your ass back
When it's wack you get a thumbs down, another record deal wasted
Listen man, find another occupation man
Here's the persuasion, blazin one amazin route that's all about..
.. "The Sun Won't Come Out"

[Pete Rock]
Yo, so check it out, with Pete Rock and CL Smooth
You gotta _Act Like You Know_
_If It Ain't Rough, It Ain't Right_ kid
You know The Sun Won't Come Out
Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
You can't _Reminisce_ to _T.R.O.Y._
If we don't _Straighten It Out_
You know The Sun Won't Come Out

[CL Smooth]
I rule chicks off acoustics, watchin the Knicks
We up ten, but need to stop shootin bricks
Put the jailhouse funk in under stars
til the lines on my looseleaf, look like some metal bars
My forecast hits a megablast, and what I invent
a pack of bloodhounds could never get the scent
Payin off the beast now my bills increase
If there's a five dollar rock sold in the park I want a piece
The Sun Won't Come Out, unless the crowd start this
Cause if it was my choice, you all dance in darkness
Cause any verse rips a total eclipse for sun rays
Anyways was the phrase back in my younger days (so check it out)
Now the God displays the attribute, dealin with heat
from the bassment, enterin the streets you meet
Pete Rock and CL Smooth and when you see what it's about
You know The Sun Came Out, now pass my shades

[Pete Rock]
Yo, without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
Without _Anger in the Nation_
Yo, without _Mecca and the Soul Brother_
You know The Sun Won't Come Out
Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
You gotta _Act Like You Know_
_If It Ain't Rough It Ain't Right_ kid
You know The Sun Won't Come Out
Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
We can't _Reminisce_
Yo, if we don't _Straighten It Out_
You know The Sun Won't Come Out
Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
Without _Ghettoes of the Mind_
If you know what I'm talkin about
You know The Sun Won't Come Out, so check it

One two, Pete Rock and CL Smooth for ninety-four
Breakin you off somethin proper
Check it, peace y'all

[Pete Rock]
Check it out, without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
Without _Anger in the Naion_
Yo, without _Mecca and the Soul Brother_
You know The Sun Won't Come Out
Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
You know we can't _Reminisce_
If we don't _Straighten It Out_
You know The Sun Won't Come Out

[CL Smooth]
Un-chained heat, I hustle on the street or beat
to keep you on the edge of your seat, you consumer
A QB-like boomer, the ultimate team
But if I wake up in another woman's bed, I'ma scream
I'm settin up shop pop to overthrow Castro
Chokin over Noriega's Garcia Vegas
Guess who supplies the pies and dope triples
Now she leaks ass cheeks, pearly whites and titty nipples
Would CL ever trick loot on PC?
Even if I never had sonny boy I disagree
Cut the small talk, I give more marks than a school of sharks
on attack, so keep your ass back
When it's wack you get a thumbs down, another record deal wasted
Listen man, find another occupation man
Here's the persuasion, blazin one amazin route that's all about..
.. "The Sun Won't Come Out"

[Pete Rock]
Yo, so check it out, with Pete Rock and CL Smooth
You gotta _Act Like You Know_
_If It Ain't Rough, It Ain't Right_ kid
You know The Sun Won't Come Out
Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
You can't _Reminisce_ to _T.R.O.Y._
If we don't _Straighten It Out_
You know The Sun Won't Come Out

[CL Smooth]
I rule chicks off acoustics, watchin the Knicks
We up ten, but need to stop shootin bricks
Put the jailhouse funk in under stars
til the lines on my looseleaf, look like some metal bars
My forecast hits a megablast, and what I invent
a pack of bloodhounds could never get the scent
Payin off the beast now my bills increase
If there's a five dollar rock sold in the park I want a piece
The Sun Won't Come Out, unless the crowd start this
Cause if it was my choice, you all dance in darkness
Cause any verse rips a total eclipse for sun rays
Anyways was the phrase back in my younger days (so check it out)
Now the God displays the attribute, dealin with heat
from the bassment, enterin the streets you meet
Pete Rock and CL Smooth and when you see what it's about
You know The Sun Came Out, now pass my shades

[Pete Rock]
Yo, without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
Without _Anger in the Nation_
Yo, without _Mecca and the Soul Brother_
You know The Sun Won't Come Out
Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
You gotta _Act Like You Know_
_If It Ain't Rough It Ain't Right_ kid
You know The Sun Won't Come Out
Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
We can't _Reminisce_
Yo, if we don't _Straighten It Out_
You know The Sun Won't Come Out
Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
Without _Ghettoes of the Mind_
If you know what I'm talkin about
You know The Sun Won't Come Out, so check it

One two, Pete Rock and CL Smooth for ninety-four
Breakin you off somethin proper
Check it, peace y'all

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Streets Is Callin`

featuring Diamond D,Jaysaun

Pete Rock, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth

from Pete Rock, Edo. G - My Own Worst Enemy (2005)

Strange Fruit

Cappadonna, Pete Rock, Sticky Fingaz, Tragedy Khadafi

from Pete Rock - Soul Survivor (2016)

Straighten Out

4:14

from DJ Cut Killer - Party Jam (2003)

Straighten It Out

4:13

from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962)

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

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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Stormy Weather

from Pete Rock - The Surviving Elements (2005)

Stop Dat

featuring Jaysaun,Krumb Snatcha

from Pete Rock, Edo. G - My Own Worst Enemy (2005)

Stop Dat

from Pete Rock - Underground Classics (2006)

Step Up

from Pete Rock - Lost And Found (2004)

[Rob-O]
A little bit, if you can get it out.
I ain't gonna say it, cause I'll mess it up...go ahead then
Yeah, know what I'm sayin' I.N.I. in the place
Here to do our thing, you what I'm sayin' step up time.
Time to claim something that's real out here know what I'm sayin'
Something that you can live for know what sayin.
Seize you know what I'm sayin.
Time to bulid time to step up yo

I stay at the center of news got ( ? ) in interviews
(you can't lose G) overstand the whooze see the style that can wooo
when you witness the God of the groove
sayin some shit to smooth to make you move.
Showing improve plus to track a lot yeah I'm hot like what up in your face with the product
No hesitation in the world of frustation
cause were facing a Grown Man Sport situtation

[Grap Luva]
Check it
each time we hit the studio we lay down laws with no pause
we already be little with floors
Shit profection like the ultimate driving meachine
We stand lean, and always literate what we mean
Brothers don't be overstanding the plans that we been having
Crushing all these clowns cause it's all about the mic grabbing
I'm from the land where the righteous and the woo gress
The Vernonville will live the life that be true ( ? )

Chorus:
Step Up
Step Up time
Step Up
Step Up time
Yeah, cause it's Step Up time
Step Up time
Step Up, yo
Step Up time
Yeah, Yeah
Step Up
Step Up time
Step Up
Step Up time
Step Up, kid
Step Up time
Yeah, Yeah
Step Up time

[Ras Luv]
Fare-la, the pray starts now you smell the first sparks at the flame
The Gods warn me that's is not a game
So is he's to proceed the first seed was drop when I.N.I. came to rock the spot
I caught the props when I flock to the hot jam at the city
The shorties look pretty wanna join my committie of Rude Boy rebel
underground like the devil
But I never pray this man came eye daze from smoke
And thoughts about the stage gettin smoke
Cogeneration all going from broke
You know you can't cope with Rassta with the fire in his eyes
Yo, it ain't no surprise I keep it live to survive to shitsome
I can't get caught up as a victim
But if I do, I go out ( ? ).( ? ) cause I'm bout fed up as a fatboy
It's time for I.N.I. to make niose

Chorus

[Grap Luva]
So now you know there no need to stop elavatin, pentratin the glass top. the glass top.
Hold on to manhood before your life
Cause some situtations is bond to get strife
You won't get a harvest if you don't sold seeds
Ill gain wealth bring stress from dirty deeds
The choices that you make will profill your needs
But the shit you go though will be hard to believe

[Rob-O]
Yo, shit's ridiculous and I should know by now
still with some pretictular flow hits me over somehow
from selling qills in the streets, to makin' phat beats
fuckin with cheats to makin mince meat
The wrong move spells defeat, the wisdom is shown
Things I see first the knowledge is known.
I wanna apologize to seize I stone
Step Up time you on your own

Chorus

[Pete Rock Outro]
And we out I.N.I. flavor peace
Grap Luva, Rob-O, Ras, Marco Polo
I.N.I.
Grap Luva on the beat
Sure sounds complete
And my name is Pete
And we out til' next week
Peace

I stay at the center of news got ( ? ) in interviews
(you can't lose G) overstand the whooze see the style that can wooo
when you witness the God of the groove
sayin some shit to smooth to make you move.
Showing improve plus to track a lot yeah I'm hot like what up in your face with the product
No hesitation in the world of frustation
cause were facing a Grown Man Sport situtation

[Grap Luva]
Check it
each time we hit the studio we lay down laws with no pause
we already be little with floors
Shit profection like the ultimate driving meachine
We stand lean, and always literate what we mean
Brothers don't be overstanding the plans that we been having
Crushing all these clowns cause it's all about the mic grabbing
I'm from the land where the righteous and the woo gress
The Vernonville will live the life that be true ( ? )

Chorus:
Step Up
Step Up time
Step Up
Step Up time
Yeah, cause it's Step Up time
Step Up time
Step Up, yo
Step Up time
Yeah, Yeah
Step Up
Step Up time
Step Up
Step Up time
Step Up, kid
Step Up time
Yeah, Yeah
Step Up time

[Ras Luv]
Fare-la, the pray starts now you smell the first sparks at the flame
The Gods warn me that's is not a game
So is he's to proceed the first seed was drop when I.N.I. came to rock the spot
I caught the props when I flock to the hot jam at the city
The shorties look pretty wanna join my committie of Rude Boy rebel
underground like the devil
But I never pray this man came eye daze from smoke
And thoughts about the stage gettin smoke
Cogeneration all going from broke
You know you can't cope with Rassta with the fire in his eyes
Yo, it ain't no surprise I keep it live to survive to shitsome
I can't get caught up as a victim
But if I do, I go out ( ? ).( ? ) cause I'm bout fed up as a fatboy
It's time for I.N.I. to make niose

Chorus

[Grap Luva]
So now you know there no need to stop elavatin, pentratin the glass top. the glass top.
Hold on to manhood before your life
Cause some situtations is bond to get strife
You won't get a harvest if you don't sold seeds
Ill gain wealth bring stress from dirty deeds
The choices that you make will profill your needs
But the shit you go though will be hard to believe

[Rob-O]
Yo, shit's ridiculous and I should know by now
still with some pretictular flow hits me over somehow
from selling qills in the streets, to makin' phat beats
fuckin with cheats to makin mince meat
The wrong move spells defeat, the wisdom is shown
Things I see first the knowledge is known.
I wanna apologize to seize I stone
Step Up time you on your own

Chorus

[Pete Rock Outro]
And we out I.N.I. flavor peace
Grap Luva, Rob-O, Ras, Marco Polo
I.N.I.
Grap Luva on the beat
Sure sounds complete
And my name is Pete
And we out til' next week
Peace

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Step Up

from Pete Rock - Underground Classics (2006)

Chorus

[Pete Rock Outro]
And we out I.N.I. flavor peace
Grap Luva, Rob-O, Ras, Marco Polo
I.N.I.
Grap Luva on the beat
Sure sounds complete
And my name is Pete
And we out til' next week
Peace

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Standard

from Pete Rock - The Surviving Elements (2005)

Square One

from Pete Rock - Lost And Found (2004)

[Verse 1 - Grap Luva]
Huh.
I got some time to explain the true grading of a rhymewriter
So take the stance of a gunfighter
Others inject intellect for selfrespect
Or simply kickin' verses for a tight paycheck
But they neglect is creative aspects in control
The sounds and words originate up in the soul
My thoughts cross wack emcees and wickedness
They seem to go hand in hand in the mess
That's formed the dawn of the fake emcee
It's really funny to me how brothers front like they deadly, see
Jah be's with me so Ras G is no fool
Respectin' the original school that wrote the rules
I'm layin' all these real ass facts upon the wax
Mass communication minus fakin' the jax
So relax all the gods will make you crumble and fall
Keepin' you on the run as we start from Square One

[Hook - I.N.I.][4X]
"The I.N.I.'s in the house" "you don't stop"
"Pete Rock, Grap Luva, Mark, and Polo rising" "you don't stop"
Square One

[Verse 2 - Ras Luv]
I have to get what I want, cause now it's no time to front
It's I.N.I. on the hunt just to smoke up the funk
With no fear in this industry we in here
So surprised I appear I play the back or the rear
I pushed and shoved to get in, and I've seen every sin
And it's been a long time considerin'
But no bitter man, african, rastafarian, non-american

Checkin' every man (yeah)
In my zone because the eye is all alone in this universe
I see the worst now I'm comin' in first
A brother's thirst got him eager to merc
In full effect cause I'm stayin' alert
Bless the hurt at each and every concert
Taught well to be the very next expert
Never the spare one, I'm steppin' up to shoot a fair one
Settin' it off from Square One

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Rob-O]
In '95 nuff kids can catch the vapors
Rob-O spends his time puttin' words to paper
Still so I maintains a fly flow
But everytime I plant a seed they won't let it grow
Guess it's the fact that I seen through ya team of major fake outs
Your feeble attempts of gettin' caked out
But in the face of temptation, sex, guns and paperchasin'
Playin' yaself and say ya neithans
Is it the recognition, quick cash or chart positions
Or big figures that have you shittin' on niggaz
It must be, thinkin' like the whole rap industry son
Yeah no doubt you bugged out
It's not as stable or firm as you thought
In the scrimmage and the tables is turned, this shit is finished
Yo Grap Luva (no question) cause this is how it should be done
We takin' it back to Square One

[Hook]

[Hook - I.N.I.][4X]
"The I.N.I.'s in the house" "you don't stop"
"Pete Rock, Grap Luva, Mark, and Polo rising" "you don't stop"
Square One

[Verse 2 - Ras Luv]
I have to get what I want, cause now it's no time to front
It's I.N.I. on the hunt just to smoke up the funk
With no fear in this industry we in here
So surprised I appear I play the back or the rear
I pushed and shoved to get in, and I've seen every sin
And it's been a long time considerin'
But no bitter man, african, rastafarian, non-american

Checkin' every man (yeah)
In my zone because the eye is all alone in this universe
I see the worst now I'm comin' in first
A brother's thirst got him eager to merc
In full effect cause I'm stayin' alert
Bless the hurt at each and every concert
Taught well to be the very next expert
Never the spare one, I'm steppin' up to shoot a fair one
Settin' it off from Square One

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Rob-O]
In '95 nuff kids can catch the vapors
Rob-O spends his time puttin' words to paper
Still so I maintains a fly flow
But everytime I plant a seed they won't let it grow
Guess it's the fact that I seen through ya team of major fake outs
Your feeble attempts of gettin' caked out
But in the face of temptation, sex, guns and paperchasin'
Playin' yaself and say ya neithans
Is it the recognition, quick cash or chart positions
Or big figures that have you shittin' on niggaz
It must be, thinkin' like the whole rap industry son
Yeah no doubt you bugged out
It's not as stable or firm as you thought
In the scrimmage and the tables is turned, this shit is finished
Yo Grap Luva (no question) cause this is how it should be done
We takin' it back to Square One

[Hook]

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Soul Survivor Intro

from Pete Rock - Soul Survivor (2016)

Soul Survivor

Ms Jones, Pete Rock

from Pete Rock - Soul Survivor (2016)

Soul L-o-v-e-r [Mutt And Jeffo]

from Pete Rock, Keb Darge - Funk Spectrum 3 (2002)

Soul Brother #1

4:30

from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962)

Someting Funky

from Pete Rock - Petestrumentals (2002)

Smooth Sailing

from Pete Rock - Petestrumentals (2002)

Smoking Room Only

from Pete Rock - The Surviving Elements (2005)

Skinz

featuring Grand Puba,Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth

DJ Premier

from DJ Premier - The Kings Of Hip Hop (2005)

Skins

4:15

from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962)

SITUATIONS

featuring PETE ROCK

Edo. G

from Edo. G - The Truth Hurts (2001)

Situations

from Pete Rock - Underground Classics (2006)

Searching

5:06

from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994)

School`Em

from Pete Rock, Edo. G - My Own Worst Enemy (2005)

Rock Steady Part II

Lord Tariq, Pete Rock, Peter Gunz

from Pete Rock - Soul Survivor (2016)

Right Now!

featuring Pete Rock

from Pete Rock, Edo. G - My Own Worst Enemy (2005)

Rhyme Writer

from Pete Rock - Lost And Found (2004)

Revolution

from Pete Rock, Edo. G - My Own Worst Enemy (2005)

Return Of The Mecca

5:45

from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962)

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

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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Respect Mine

featuring Pete Rock

O.C.

3:54

from O.C. - Half Good, Half Sinner (2010)

Respect Mine

O.C., Pete Rock

from Pete Rock - Soul Survivor (2016)

Publicity

featuring The Genius

from Marley Marl, Pete Rock - Future Flavas Mixtape (1999)

Props

from Pete Rock - Lost And Found (2004)

[Rob-O]
Bust it, pass me the microphone so I could get wricked
honey dip it's dope I think I'm goning stick it
Just because I'm Rob-O short for Rob Odindo
Sort of let my thoughts flow pick up a pencil
I can slash paragragh back with intstumental
Must kick bust ditz plus I'm extra gentle
Fluild on the flow tip, do it but I won't drip or slip I knew that I would rip
Simple mic test similar to God met I give my props and plus Papa Don't Take No Mess I meant stress
But I'm a cool individual. Sit back max and let me keep my schedule
Saturdays and Mecca D. does his duty
Tighten up the sides, keeping me a cutie for the Jeez, Dat, the clock and my timing now
Niggaz can't believe, yo Rob-O is rhymin now Props

I wrec the microphone check, and bust the "Yes, yes y'all,
All the party people gurantee to be like having a ball" can stall, my nigga figures seeing us
Steppin equipped the shit ( ? ) flex they fenning us
Writing at my best my bless my whinin sample
Sighten process my test ( ? ) crampled
These weaker ones, cause my style is univesral
Collect my funds and plies can kick a vesre from the stamina.
I used to max and now I'm planning and attack the burn and get my wrec up in the Vernon
See I'm ultimate, focus my sights of where I'll hit
Up in the hieghts on some Ol' School Mecca shit
So I step fakin' the rep, I had a euffa
Peace to the Gods to keep my shit ruffa
And the others that be fakin', brothers just be paitent til' my shit drops...Props

Now I usaully do things kinda lack of days and glee for my peoples styles steeps so unequal
Keep yourselves tingling, mind in the mood for some mingling thus respect to keep singling
Cause I'm very serious, like to do things without a fuss not a talker, just to make the girls sort a curious
Back well strictly on the D.L.
stay swell plus I give praise to the funk
As it slays down by the Soul Brother Pete Rock Grap's older brother get swept
Cause you can step with no respecting but Rob Odindo is selecting
With the hons know I hold their hand the plans to roamancer prefer to have chancer stack another stancer
In my style of hip hop I just can't stop...Props

I wrec the microphone check, and bust the "Yes, yes y'all,
All the party people gurantee to be like having a ball" can stall, my nigga figures seeing us
Steppin equipped the shit ( ? ) flex they fenning us
Writing at my best my bless my whinin sample
Sighten process my test ( ? ) crampled
These weaker ones, cause my style is univesral
Collect my funds and plies can kick a vesre from the stamina.
I used to max and now I'm planning and attack the burn and get my wrec up in the Vernon
See I'm ultimate, focus my sights of where I'll hit
Up in the hieghts on some Ol' School Mecca shit
So I step fakin' the rep, I had a euffa
Peace to the Gods to keep my shit ruffa
And the others that be fakin', brothers just be paitent til' my shit drops...Props

Now I usaully do things kinda lack of days and glee for my peoples styles steeps so unequal
Keep yourselves tingling, mind in the mood for some mingling thus respect to keep singling
Cause I'm very serious, like to do things without a fuss not a talker, just to make the girls sort a curious
Back well strictly on the D.L.
stay swell plus I give praise to the funk
As it slays down by the Soul Brother Pete Rock Grap's older brother get swept
Cause you can step with no respecting but Rob Odindo is selecting
With the hons know I hold their hand the plans to roamancer prefer to have chancer stack another stancer
In my style of hip hop I just can't stop...Props

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Press Rewind

from Pete Rock - Lost And Found (2004)

Prelude To Say Brother [The Stark Reality]

from Pete Rock, Keb Darge - Funk Spectrum 3 (2002)

Pre-Game (Extended Version)

featuring Sauce Money

from Marley Marl, Pete Rock - Future Flavas Mixtape (1999)

Play Dis Only At Night

from Pete Rock - Petestrumentals (2002)

Placebo

from Pete Rock - The Surviving Elements (2005)

Phone Break Interlude

from Marley Marl, Pete Rock - Future Flavas Mixtape (1999)

Pete`S Jazz

from Pete Rock - Petestrumentals (2002)

Pay The Price

featuring Jaysaun

from Pete Rock, Edo. G - My Own Worst Enemy (2005)

Outro

from Marley Marl, Pete Rock - Future Flavas Mixtape (1999)

Outro

from Pete Rock - Petestrumentals (2002)

Out Da Box

featuring Large Proffessor,Masta Ace,Pete Rock

Tony Touch

from Tony Touch - The Piece Maker 2 (2004)

Our Generation (The Hope Of The World)

featuring Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth

John Legend, The Roots

3:16

from The Roots - Wake Up! (2010)

One Mc, One Dj

3:51

from Pete Rock - Soul Survivor II (2004)

One Life to Live

Mc Eiht, Pete Rock

from Pete Rock - Soul Survivor (2016)

On And On

5:12

from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962)

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

* 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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Nothin` Lesser/ Feat. The Un

from Pete Rock - Petestrumentals (2002)

Nothing The Same [Grand Funk Railroad]

from Pete Rock, Keb Darge - Funk Spectrum 3 (2002)

Nothing More

from Pete Rock - Lost And Found (2004)

[Deda]
I want it all
Yo let me make a call on my cellular
I'm telling ya, taking care of business on a regular
I'm maxed with the 40oz of Old Gold Soul
At the store down the hill, cause this is how I chill
So let me break it down for the whole New York
Its go before you blow, right
I gotta keep my flow
I smoke herb for my peace and to release
Let go and lay back while cousin catch a contact
In this life time dealing with drugs and crime
And niggaz that's way out of line wasting they minds
With no time to play I just parlay
With my words, my hands, the music and the micstand
My pockets is flat, so you know I'm on the mission
My wears is warn, but they clean I'm on the scene
Not even depressed, only showing progress
Paved the way and I say, nothing more, nothing less

I rap for listeners, bluntheads, fly ladies and prisoners
{*scratching*} For real, nothing more, nothing less

[Deda]
I hear the sound of an average yapping
Saying some nonsense that's totally distracting
Reacting to put a chump back in his spot
Simply real, you try to flex and get stopped
Dropped like a habit, or even a bomb
Blowing up in your face, causing bodily harm
I see you in the news, kid I payed my dues
I walked the rocky road, and I scuffed my shoes
I sang the blues, and I broke a lot of rules
But trust me like Chupty I refuse to lose
I used to crawl, but now I can walked
I used to babble, but now I can talk
I wear my Timbs, and go out on limbs
But as the next man sleep, I keep all the wins
Not even depressed, only showing progress
Paved the way and I say, nothing more, nothing less

I rap for listeners, bluntheads, fly ladies and prisoners
{*scratching*} For real, nothing more, nothing less

[Deda]
Imagine just living the good life
In the crib wit my kids on some shit wit my wife
Cause it really doesn't matter how large you live
A rapping champion, a company executive
Association brings about negotiation
Facing in a positive direction is a blessing
Cause boom, you can be Donald Trump and shit
And I can be me, just chilling feeling lovely
But if I could change the whole world in a instant
By saying some more magic tactic in a sentence
My people in the belly of the best will be released
My family and friends would have laughs at a feast
No more, no less in the flesh
Overqualified for the knock in your ride
Nothing but the best as we slide to the rest
Paved the way and I say, nothing more, nothing less

I rap for listeners, bluntheads, fly ladies and prisoners
{*scratching*} For real, nothing more, nothing less
Nothing more, for real, nothing less, for real
I rap for listening, bluntheads, fly ladies and prsioners

I rap for listeners, bluntheads, fly ladies and prisoners
{*scratching*} For real, nothing more, nothing less

[Deda]
I hear the sound of an average yapping
Saying some nonsense that's totally distracting
Reacting to put a chump back in his spot
Simply real, you try to flex and get stopped
Dropped like a habit, or even a bomb
Blowing up in your face, causing bodily harm
I see you in the news, kid I payed my dues
I walked the rocky road, and I scuffed my shoes
I sang the blues, and I broke a lot of rules
But trust me like Chupty I refuse to lose
I used to crawl, but now I can walked
I used to babble, but now I can talk
I wear my Timbs, and go out on limbs
But as the next man sleep, I keep all the wins
Not even depressed, only showing progress
Paved the way and I say, nothing more, nothing less

I rap for listeners, bluntheads, fly ladies and prisoners
{*scratching*} For real, nothing more, nothing less

[Deda]
Imagine just living the good life
In the crib wit my kids on some shit wit my wife
Cause it really doesn't matter how large you live
A rapping champion, a company executive
Association brings about negotiation
Facing in a positive direction is a blessing
Cause boom, you can be Donald Trump and shit
And I can be me, just chilling feeling lovely
But if I could change the whole world in a instant
By saying some more magic tactic in a sentence
My people in the belly of the best will be released
My family and friends would have laughs at a feast
No more, no less in the flesh
Overqualified for the knock in your ride
Nothing but the best as we slide to the rest
Paved the way and I say, nothing more, nothing less

I rap for listeners, bluntheads, fly ladies and prisoners
{*scratching*} For real, nothing more, nothing less
Nothing more, for real, nothing less, for real
I rap for listening, bluntheads, fly ladies and prsioners

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

Nothin' Lesser

from Pete Rock - Underground Classics (2006)

Nothin' But A Party (Part III) [The Blenders]

from Pete Rock, Keb Darge - Funk Spectrum 3 (2002)

No Tears