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[Ras Luv]
The streets battle grows hottest over hour plays a role of murarder touching evey land or earth like a Harlem Globetrotter With a message it prays tellin brothers to rasie their hands And take a stand because we all hourstand You have to bake the cake with grease and let the battle release and make enough so that we all get a piece A slice for Mama Do, a slice for Papa Do I come from Uptown and kid that's how we do I only speak for I.N.I. can't speak for your crew so why would I watse my time to even stress you I keep my mind on billed, and plus I keeping some skill Consant thought about the madness can't hear the ldol chatters about So I escape and take the funk rotue out, histroy's taught me what is all about My destiny is profilled when I'm over and out But I'll leave apart of me to cover all my acounts and I'm out [Pete Rock] Chorus: You always wanna be in the spotlight (right) The Center of Attention I also like to mention I.N.I. rocks the spot It's like that cuz we keeping it hot [Rob-O] Check it out, yo You see I prefer the player's approach so bust it joint's bumping lovely, skins is thick like custom plus the weapons that keep me steppin' while I proflex the ( ? ) microphone check-in. You flow slick for a second but now It's Rob-O's ditz your sweatin and at my show, you see theatin. Why you stressing the tense to quench the strengh of this wiff microphonist, your bicth attention is the bonest. Midatonest, crusin all this I got rhym goddamn. Confuse the funk music, rock, and jam. Pakistan stacks and grands and at the female fans at the Local Thea-ther the vocal creator slash I show blast beacuse you can't fuck with me. I guess this is the way your luck will be. Frontin much nevre, with the rep that you can't preserve step to +I+ and '95 you gettin' served the method of Center of Attention Chorus [Grap Luva] Doesn't truly pay to be the Center of Attention the main atraction gettin' all the action People stoppin' the +I+ with question after question I spit a few replies and keep with my my self and never in the weapon carrying type but I'll insite a riot oragnize and never quiet Don't it try it, dissin the +I+ is no use I bounce like Cashar tape and get loose Grippin the mic, spittin words I write Or the pad or the paper or this pretictular caper Got nuff up's and down's instry clowns Jealous niggas tryin to keep countin my fingers But yo, Im a spirtal millionarie dropping bombs Like King David when he wrote the songs So what you need to do to listen up remain calm not riding a wave refuse to be a salve cause I'm the center Chorus Ho-low, the Center of Attention Meccalicous you the Center of Attention Terence I be the Center of Attention My man Tito the Center of Attention Money Tazz you the Center of Attention And Grand Banga you the Center of Attention Lou Bizzy you the Center of Attention Pete Red the Center of Attention ( ? ) you know the Center of Attention you be Ward G, the Center of Attention you be G-O the Center of Attention My man Ropa-loc Center of Attention Dave Ice is the Center of Attention My brother Heavy D you the Center of Attention All the boros be the Center of Attention Pete Rock you the Center of Attention let's bounce |
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[Verse 1 - Ras Luv]
Natty Dread like Bob so rock steady With no spaghetti with meat sauce Maybe salads with one toss No bread of the sorrow cause afraid to see tommorow It's religion never suspicious You're too delicious for the tongue See the lungs breathe a natural high Just like the shirts that's so lovely So ask Marco Polo and I never go solo Cause I roll with the crew that keep the funk flows That make ya dance until the sisters take glance I hope you find romance....try your luck take a chance Til I enter like the Milton Plaza I'm the center Of it all, the fuckin' prince of the ball Standing six feet tall, that's a long way to fall But not worry, cause my vision ain't blurried The +I+ is hotter than the spice and curry So don't stress the father or you might feel the fury [Verse 2 - Grap Luva] So check the situation, a raw deal is what we facin' What's the flavour of the rules they mandate The climbin' gets hotter as the city gets smarter ( ? ) A million one catch they tryin' to earn top dollar Half that mill, they straight out to kill I'm cultivated and destined to act real ill Black let up in the things of five burroughs of pain Only reason why the east and the west it ain't the same I'm twenty-something years of age and life surely ain't about hand-outs So I lace my plan out, hard work is levicated to an encore survival Considergize less and from conception to arrival Now that I'm here my fear shall decrease Learn about life makin' my way to the east From four square yard struggler The G's on time, yo god hit me with that rhyme [Verse 3 - Rob-O] In-tro-ducin the R to the O-B-O You didn't know, I witness ya thoughts I'm Robodendo But your inventions confuse me on the surface Ya nervous, because your lack of purpose Check it, thought about it, much much later Should've kept it real would've been much greater But, you got in it like a pussy, in fact Bein' pussy kept your wack ass back Now in '95 to 2000 Rob is on some next shit Game type, yeah in ya heart, you know it ain't right Dissention among the ranks I'm givin' thanks to the most high for plantin' me firm Upon this world that's forever changin' The conflict that I'm engagin' The concert with amiss communication Imagine that me take the weight for some next kid short Yo it's a Grown Man Sport [Hook - I.N.I. & Pete Rock] Yeah yeah like that laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa it's a Grown Man Sport, yeah laalalaaalalaaaalaalaalaaaaaaaa it's a Grown Man Sport, come on laalalaaaaaaaalalalaaaaaaaaa it's a Grown Man Sport lalalaaaaalalaaaalalalaaaaaa this here is a Grown Man Sport [Verse 4 - Meccalicous] Hold it suppose it was me speakin' on tapes To create a lifestyle to marinate Different latitudes search cocaine to food Excuse my move to bliss Eternal stress in fits I see the same in many, penny thoughts Cause honey thought I wasn't ready but willin' Now I'm blowin' through the ceiling Go real only when a nigga make me any noise So figure, the first letter supports the sport [Outro - I.N.I. & Pete Rock] laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa it's a Grown Man Sport, yeah laalalaaalalaaaalaalaalaaaaaaaa it's a Grown Man Sport, come on laalalaaaaaaaalalalaaaaaaaaa it's a Grown Man Sport lalalaaaaalalaaaalalalaaaaaa yeah it's a Grown Man Sport Like that This one goin' out dedicate this one to the almighty god Rastafari Selassie InI as we come of for '95 '96 Ya live, respect |
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[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 |
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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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[Verse 1 - Ras Luv]
Natty Dread like Bob so rock steady With no spaghetti with meat sauce Maybe salads with one toss No bread of the sorrow cause afraid to see tommorow It's religion never suspicious You're too delicious for the tongue See the lungs breathe a natural high Just like the shirts that's so lovely So ask Marco Polo and I never go solo Cause I roll with the crew that keep the funk flows That make ya dance until the sisters take glance I hope you find romance....try your luck take a chance Til I enter like the Milton Plaza I'm the center Of it all, the fuckin' prince of the ball Standing six feet tall, that's a long way to fall But not worry, cause my vision ain't blurried The +I+ is hotter than the spice and curry So don't stress the father or you might feel the fury [Verse 2 - Grap Luva] So check the situation, a raw deal is what we facin' What's the flavour of the rules they mandate The climbin' gets hotter as the city gets smarter ( ? ) A million one catch they tryin' to earn top dollar Half that mill, they straight out to kill I'm cultivated and destined to act real ill Black let up in the things of five burroughs of pain Only reason why the east and the west it ain't the same I'm twenty-something years of age and life surely ain't about hand-outs So I lace my plan out, hard work is levicated to an encore survival Considergize less and from conception to arrival Now that I'm here my fear shall decrease Learn about life makin' my way to the east From four square yard struggler The G's on time, yo god hit me with that rhyme [Verse 3 - Rob-O] In-tro-ducin the R to the O-B-O You didn't know, I witness ya thoughts I'm Robodendo But your inventions confuse me on the surface Ya nervous, because your lack of purpose Check it, thought about it, much much later Should've kept it real would've been much greater But, you got in it like a pussy, in fact Bein' pussy kept your wack ass back Now in '95 to 2000 Rob is on some next shit Game type, yeah in ya heart, you know it ain't right Dissention among the ranks I'm givin' thanks to the most high for plantin' me firm Upon this world that's forever changin' The conflict that I'm engagin' The concert with amiss communication Imagine that me take the weight for some next kid short Yo it's a Grown Man Sport [Hook - I.N.I. & Pete Rock] Yeah yeah like that laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa it's a Grown Man Sport, yeah laalalaaalalaaaalaalaalaaaaaaaa it's a Grown Man Sport, come on laalalaaaaaaaalalalaaaaaaaaa it's a Grown Man Sport lalalaaaaalalaaaalalalaaaaaa this here is a Grown Man Sport [Verse 4 - Meccalicous] Hold it suppose it was me speakin' on tapes To create a lifestyle to marinate Different latitudes search cocaine to food Excuse my move to bliss Eternal stress in fits I see the same in many, penny thoughts Cause honey thought I wasn't ready but willin' Now I'm blowin' through the ceiling Go real only when a nigga make me any noise So figure, the first letter supports the sport [Outro - I.N.I. & Pete Rock] laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa it's a Grown Man Sport, yeah laalalaaalalaaaalaalaalaaaaaaaa it's a Grown Man Sport, come on laalalaaaaaaaalalalaaaaaaaaa it's a Grown Man Sport lalalaaaaalalaaaalalalaaaaaa yeah it's a Grown Man Sport Like that This one goin' out dedicate this one to the almighty god Rastafari Selassie InI as we come of for '95 '96 Ya live, respect |
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"I-I 'N' I 'mit to verify" -> C.L. Smooth
"On the mic and bike, on the mic and bike" -> Biz Markie (X4) [Grap Luva] Pay attention cause my focus is not that of a clown I gets down for mine when I ( ? ) you with my rhymes It's like that in the years of the 9 I.N.I. comes though with the rhyme divine What you gonna do? Who you gonna tell one son, you can't run you got to stay and listen Cuz the the mission is this to be hittin em' with the real flavor all the time yes indeed I'm (the G to the R-A-P four sqaure freestlye specialist) Poppin the mic But can't you see that I'm rockin the mic Shocking MC's because they don't know how to write Comin' clear and precise with the rhyme device mathematics manafist so chill don't test there no stress We do this on the reg you know the time Speaking to people that matter with my mind Chorus(X4) [Rob-O] From tall tenaments streets suspense loss innocence check the events it's all evidence That this life is intense with all the bullshit and nonsense and kids predictaments got me convince. When your pockets is bent, you can't accomplished nothing brothers is frontin and y'all bicthes do is want somthing I think it's time to get this microphone line to get known for mine making my own sunshine Aw yeah living life without a care go for dope rhyme sayer to major player But aviod inner scene cause it's the seedfull paraiod ed the cream but I needed to feed my peoples. Rob-O at the top of the list, you thought I'm fallin' but back the hell up Im still ballin' Since I rather watch a confidence shatter while my pockets gettin fatter puttin' Mind Over Matter like that Chorus(X4) [Ras Luv] Is imperial masjesty I'm coming in clearly stay preaching to my peoples so we must hear we I kept verses on stash since elementary Revelations occured so I became a Nazi a New Age Seeing the +I+ on stage giving microphone checks and then it's time to engage to turn the page just to see a darker shade of African ways being displayed I made a grade when I cut the fade and now MC's is my trade I use to get the bills paid So yo save your shade and your thoughts of misbehave cause these are the last fucking days So like Ace Duce Tre you pay when I scoop up. Another beat move up while the rhymth erupts. So I give em' the funk which is the chord to the batter Rhymes over beats = the Mind Over Matter Chorus(X8) "Hot non-stop on how I hip hop on the mic and bike, on the mic and bike"-> Biz Markie (Repeat until fade) |
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[Intro: Pete Rock]
Yeah yeah one two I.N.I. in the place from the Vernon-ville section yeah this goes out to all the niggaz that be frontin always talking saying shit they don't need to be saying and goes like this Grap Luva [Verse 1: Grap Luva] Dig it I bust rhymes that keep the wise minds open Plus am hoping that ya get in the gist of my mind bliss Yo I am to represent the most high I heats up ya mind like a furnace no lie So why try test or dismiss ya stress On brother like grap lover Is to impress ya friends or maybe my man Rob O But the God is down with I so that shit do go so Take that ass to the lost and found Look for ya style there you little clown I am too busy paying dues got no times For playing games more credentials to my name Cause I am about to get fame Ya played out game got you thinking you star But talk is cheap so you wont't get far Tag ya name on the list with the rest of the herbs Cause on the strength for you I got no words [Chorus: Pete Rock] (4x) Check it out I got no more words frontin niggaz tag ya name to the rest of the herbs [Verse 2: Ras Luv] Justice imperial heavenly Asiatic decent On to be another hero in the present Father blessin brought all by his essence The healer of soul beyond the heights untold Worth gold plus I rest aside the Vernon-ville bold Where the brothers get ya open Junior players stay hoping to make it You might not last they might bust that ass And that's when ya grasp for the father You call you should da stall So why bother at all I stand tall and reign supreme fa I va I bet yo won't find a no mc that's liver So wish upon a star that's yo rhymes up yo part You study all day to pass the mc bar It's no thing to put the funk swing in a effect I loves on the beat so the mic gettin wreck And theres no more words so respect kid [Chorus: Pete Rock ] (4x) Check it out I got no more words frontin niggaz tag ya name to the rest of the herbs [Verse 3: Rob-O] Started my man played it off I never noticed me why you scheming With the fucked up motive But uh check it let me school ya On the I the who what when and the why See I am despiser of discussing needs Of the I rule is the size of a muscle Seem smaller than smallest hidden just To niggaz planet and soil of earth And it's the biggest Tree that you ever seen turned into green Now ya fiend some man made shit by machine Shy damn bring the sticks Bring the brimstone bricks But ya naming them Listen to the crunch of your cranium Flow to the very last word of revelation Not sweatin armageddon or am I lettin Quite patient but still I bust that thick like ill Smoke trauma chill son no more words [Chorus:Pete Rock](4x) Check it out I got no more words frontin niggaz tag ya name to the rest of the herbs I am out We got no more words for brothers That be steppin on niggaz and frontin No what am saying straight up I.N.I. 95, 96 Word to mother soul brother records My man ran bangers in the house As we do it like this check it out One two no more words no more words [Fades out] |
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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 |
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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 |
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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] |
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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 |
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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) |
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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) |
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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 |
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from Pete Rock - Soul Survivor II (2004)
(feat. C.L. Smooth)
[Intro: Children singing] (5X) "Two four six eight, who do you appreciate" [Verse 1: C.L. Smooth] First of all, you better count your blessings When you got C.L. now you got bad boy, your connections In return, while we live and we learn, then you know what it is To only build a bigger future for the kids In peace, in war, lets take it to the floor Every time we take two steps the crowd takes four Lay the heat, how I come to the street, how I cut through the beef Let me handle that, that's why you make me chief It's packed, what they want in this here Can we weather the storm, six minutes, C.L. Smooth you're on All the anger and the fear, was in the dressing room prayer That we came out to light it up and put it in the air That's real, so holler back at ya boy, step aside Leroy To all my ladies, who want tickets, enjoy, cause I spit it and you gotta get with it and you'll never forget it Yes, I want the best out, count 'em all [Chorus] "Two four six eight, who do you appreciate" To the fans and to all my people that supported us "Two four six eight, who do you appreciate" To the mama and the daddy and everything they taught us "Two four six eight, who do you appreciate" Tell them kids they gotta stay in school or ride with us "Two four six eight, who do you appreciate" When it all goes down, baby, All We Got Is Us [Verse 2: C.L. Smooth] You tell 'em this is history in the making, avoiding disasters This run is for the green jacket, I fit, the masters My crew havin' business, save, put it in through my office The security is tight and the secretary is gorgeous That's official, me and Pete in the lab, that's what they want Pushin that real hip hop, up to the front The game's been good to me, preserved my youth Not only, did it capture my goals and told me the truth Look out my hustle, made a living, paid and driven See why they tour around the world came to save us from prison It's great, I rather love than hate You think it fell out the sky, I'm here to tell you, why believe in faith Hard work, payin of and them wishes comin' true Bolt open and you out to lunch, and left us two Now you know we can't let that pass to get that cash We in the big numbers, count 'em all [Chorus] [Verse 3: C.L. Smooth] Why my Uncle Doc left me everything when he died, and When pop passed, two weeks later I cried, and When great grandma left it all went crazy now All I had left was grandma Pam, that's my baby Can't talk bad about me, she tell 'em, why we need to give her All those roses while she could smell 'em I live this moment used to stay how we was How my mother came to her in a dream and told her Corey will come out of this deep dark depression, stand by me Give my insight a resurrection and heal me And feel me, what you got is to love, got a thing This little woman who brought back the thug, let's grind Ghetto's Of The Mind while I'm in my prime I left, so y'all can catch up, I'm ahead of my time Your legacy and that lazy boy say it ain't fear My next generation triple my digits, add 'em up like [Chorus] |
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from Pete Rock - Soul Survivor II (2004)
(feat. Krumbsnatcha)
[Chorus: repeat 2X] Y'all don't want, beef No y'all don't want, that Get caught up in these streets Get shot up by them heats [Krumbsnatcha] Word to my cousin, the truth and no lie Me and my dawg was in his brand new Land, puffin on lye Tameka came by, glossy-eyed as she cried Lil' Jay got sprayed with a chrome four-five That's my motherfuckin man, get in the Land Head to the rest, grab vests, switch whips to the Caravan I heard an ambulance right up the block Plus more shots, the shit's gettin hot, pull up and park by the back, pass the gat, hit the lights and lay back Hold up, now roll up, yo where them niggaz at? I know one of them cats from the projects with Jay The first nigga move I'ma pull this gun, spray No de-lay, we stay night to fuckin dawn It's on, my head spinnin, feelin my cheeks get warm Tears drip as I stepped out the whip Slipped a clip, had to get hit, uh-uh that's that bullshit [Chorus] [Krumbsnatcha] Yo I can't believe my man since 3rd grade got sprayed Bullet laced as he laid, chokin up blood with no aid Made money for the purpose of his daughter Victim of an unmerciful slaughter - explain harder or don't bother, I'ma heat yo' ass like lava Identified was that tinted gray Chevy Impala Fleein the scene, as the back tires screamed Now for them my man {?}, ruined his whole dream of playin ball pro, bitch that's how it go You let me know, I'll hit your whole fuckin team with the metal Mental struggle got my hand under the bubble Tryin to blow steam and leave the scene blood puddles Snakes (whattup nigga?) These niggaz ain't explainin (Well fuck it then) It's time for some gestratin Hit him in the worthless shell he came in Murder is a sin, but it's worse him dyin on revenge And I ain't havin it [Chorus] [Krumbsnatcha] I ain't havin it, reached in the bubble and grabbed it Automatic cocked back and squeezed through his Polo fabric Nigga duckin and runnin, irrationally gunnin Thinkin to myself, do I gotta hit someone Then I heard shots from a back route Fired back out, got shot, dropped and blacked out Put in a clap out, didn't map out or act out the plans Now I'm consciously layin while bullets is sprayin the Caravan We can't lose, I hear shotguns then 22's Left arm booze, or blood soaked through my Adidas shoes Heavy breathin, a lot of bleedin Bitches screamin, put over on my good shoulder, started squeezin out the back window, she gave the wrong info Suddenly crashed into a Pinto Hopped out, flew through the back yard, word to God It's on and I felt the gat slip through my palm Kept runnin, hopped the fence, hopin that I didn't leave prints Spotted a black Ac' parked with dark tints Broke the passenger's side, hotwired the wide and slide Another unsolved homicide [Chorus] |
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from Pete Rock - Soul Survivor II (2004)
(feat. Talib Kweli & C.L. Smooth)
[Intro: Talib Kweli] It's Talib Kweli in the place to be Brooklyn Most definitely yaknowhatImsayin Mount Vernon And Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth (true) the brothers who brought ya Escapism, Return Of The Mecca, Straighten It Out, The Creators Yeah right about now we about to make history [Verse 1: Talib Kweli] The track make you nod like smack through the needle Niggaz don't sell crack is they evil America's build on the backs of my people Cats say they packin' the heat but they actin' like Chino Cause when it's time to bounce it back they fall back in the field though I went from crashin' the beat in the passenger seat Drivin' like many straight trees don't even mix coke with the henney Flow with so many styles ladies open all night like Denis 24 hours party people soakin' in the Remy and Cris' The video is directed by Benny and Chris Treat a pager like a website with plenty of hits I tell 'em this: you gotta be at least a dime for a piece of mind I deal with porters and keys just like the leachious mind I like mature girls just now reachin' they prime Know how to conversate to the man and don't eat no swine If you ready to roll than we can rock shit My niggaz so cold we hot [Chorus: C.L. Smooth] Pete Rock murderville keep the joint on smash See the don come through enough bray that cash Talib Kweli he can speak to the mass Why the great minds think alike cause we keepin' it fly See we keepin' it fly till the day I die, and you can't deny Son we keepin' it fly how we keepin' this fly Better master your eye cause we keepin' it fly Bring it back to life [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] Psychedelic we sell it and niggaz jealous fellows Go get your hate up get your weight up I'm tellin' you straight up You need to turn that frown upside down you use less muscles The smile is easier than it sound, it's true Lookin' all crooked I be tellin' these dudes They should Straighten It Out on a Pete Rock track like C.L. Smooth See we livin' in the Matrix way before the movie Kids fiend before the camera screaming; just shoot me Now they scream a million miles away from the sun But you still feel the heat when we packed us the way of the gun Like tape digs raise kids to escape the slave ships Instead they wanna pump weights not the state Better exercise take from work the rest get left inside And whips chicks and kicks money we specialize I be the respirator so hip hop is kept alive So many niggaz buggin' me I need a fuckin' pesticide [Chorus] [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] You put light back to life cause these rappers ain't actin' right Thinkin' they cut like Mack the knife, rap the fight Battle right through the afterlife Cause when you die make you look way past the life And high sight I drop the type of rhyme To give the blind sight, sparkle a shine bright like lemonlime Sprite up in the limelight, yeah As we still at the track you feel it when the chorus tack You deal it twist a cap back with a skillet official would kill it This is fake the way we sill it as the great Pete Rock and Kweli Got Pete to make you chicks knees knock to Pete Rock my life It's the soundtrack other niggaz sound wack Like white kids tryin' to sound black I spit on mics wet up the essence where L drowned at This Guerilla Monsoon Rap first comb rap Soon rap come through a crossroads, and all these lost souls Will stand out with stress signals like morse code [Chorus] |
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from Pete Rock - Soul Survivor II (2004)
(feat. Little Brother)
the joy of children laughing, these are the makings? 1..2..its like this..Little Brother, Pete Rock, another sure shot, another banger soul survivor, Part 2?for me and you, lets get it. (chorus) I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with me I wanna give it to ya baby I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with me I wanna give it to ya baby (verse one) Master of ceremony Controlled territory It's tay, the mad journalist always trying to write a better story And laying tracks cause it's better for me Calm but predatory, sun niggaz even when the weathers stormy My crew is down to do whatever for me Got my back like scoliosis when I'm handling mine Find it hard though to manage my time Between the gaming and rhymes, without severing my family ties But yo! That's what happens when the world is loving you Groupies skipping pills with ill plans of fucking you A high price for fame that is non-refundable All in the hopes of one day coming out with a double-u I know it sound crazy right? Even though it's hard sometimes I still got to stay in the mix It's Pete Rock on the snair drums and laying the kicks And on the real I wouldn't trade it for shit Let's get it up right now, come on? (chorus) I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with me I wanna give it to ya baby I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with me I wanna give it to ya baby Little brother you controlling it now (verse two) I got the magna rocks Still heating up the spot P.R. and L.B. got that shit for blocks HIP-HOP when we walk HIP-HOP when we talk You can hear it our slang, and see the New York We bought back 94 when the music was pure Everybody made jams 93' and before Hearing ?Illmatic? first on the trip to the store Lost my mind but I knew it was that we had to work toward Forward?On we move now, my life is the roof Putting the pen to the pad when it's time to spread news Daily digesting some more wack shit Mother-fuckers better stick to the script We need you back Jay Yall dudes know now we not for play You want it funky come around my way (For Real) You can choose to rock or choose to roll I chose Pete cause he got the soul?yea lets get it going ya'll (chorus) I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with me I wanna give it to ya baby I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with me I wanna give it to ya baby (verse three) King cobra rapper crew Ill Cap-i-tan, never roll a foot soilder We push over you pushovers Lil pussies need to douche over Mass and Gills, scott hare will make em' gush over Pussy and poetry two things that's good for ya We rock hard just like the hood told us That fake shit I never could show you We ought to keep it true and authentic In they videos trying to walk wit it L.B. put the street talk in it From right now till the day that we forfeit it Just making sure that yall get it in time to put my heart in it Little Brother crushing all gimmicks, like what?? (chorus) I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with me I wanna give it to ya baby I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with me I wanna give it to ya baby Repeat till end |
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from Pete Rock - Soul Survivor II (2004)
(feat. RZA & GZA)
[Intro: RZA] Yo... before the Greeks and the creeks.. It's an old Pete Rock classic, nigga, yo [RZA] Before the Greeks and the creeks, before you can stand Before your hands and your feet, from a band or a beat We would stand on the street, with our hands on our heat Twelve grams, twelve feet away, balled up in a sheet Of Reynold's wrap, one smack, leave's your dentals back Your voice get quiet like the voice in the instrumental track Slick from the lip lisp, son, sip the citrus My voice unfolds, with the soul of The Whispers On the block, we rock loud like The Pistols Up in the crib, my wiz drinkin' a Harvey's Bristol Natural flavor, yours be artificial I blow holes in skin, like big nose through snotty tissue They go berserk, when the dollar dollar bill is on The thrill is gone... upgrade to the silicone That's birth of four billion, eight hundred milli-on It's not official until I smack the W, silly on From the valleys of Ohio, to the sounds of Cairo Still hit, like the whirlwind kick of Ryu Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, still puzzled like the jigsaw You renig', you get jinxed, pa, Pete Rock exclusive.. [GZA] We boat guard the road, like trucks on the turnpike Smoke by the load, just to see what it burns like Architectural design, intellectual rhyme Official stripe, movin' on a diagonal line With thugs trapped, scholars they want the books back The piece, they turn us off, the moment they look back The castling position, made weak by a wind calm Knights lose armor from the pressure, we bring on And fire all these shots in the rhymes with mad flames Kept the cramp game, and he posted on bad squares The king's the kick, the queen's the snare The bass are minor pieces that move in a pair Quick to break through, an un-parallel opponent I do it on the regular, at any given moment Check the venue, those to make the saga continue Before you check the credits, the swords is all in you It's real... it's real... it's real... it's real... |
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from Pete Rock - Soul Survivor II (2004)
(feat. C.L. Smooth & Denosh)
[Verse 1: C.L. Smooth] You're beautiful, the way you wear that, share that Have many ladies, but nothing can compare to that smile That style that drives men wild That ring could have Big Daddy walkin' down the isle Proper you a show stopper, girl endure dropper I can see me leavin' Suze and bring it home to mama What you lookin at is pure bred stallion I'm slayin' it you really care to know whose jay in it Oh how lucky are we catch you comin' out the shower And I'm right there to wipe down your body Spread that scented lotion all around your curves Anything you want, all she deserves Baby calm your nerves make this work Only thing in life you fear is being hurt Here to protect thought otherwise I'm here to correct you can trust me [Verse 2: C.L. Smooth] You and I now that's a hot couple When it's off in the same club Now you askin' for nothing but trouble Watch you jumpin' at the Red Labels Got my woman and her girlfriends dancin' on the tables Shut down the joint, me I'm just laidback and all Surrounded by the gangsters puffin' on the cigar Badder chick in the world keep niggaz cranked Yes the hottest chick on the planet keep a nigga ranked The question is can you top that homie You can probably pull something close but stop that homie Not even, could have that even if I stopped breathin' Don't hope for that my ghost will be pokin' the steel Read my will my boys get it all no gimmicks But I'm here to let you know my jump off is off limits Life and love get made for a thug Once I settled in you made me a gentleman [Verse 3: C.L. Smooth] Tot game is crazy diamonds off the lettle Travel through these ghettos drop to top Let 'em see what I'm workin' with came to win How the don keeps the fun to blow in the wind World war is magnetic that attracts loot She look Wall Street briefcase, pen strife suit The hair rub in a bun, spectacles on her nose Any deal she makes, my business grows They say a woman's never satisfied Till she have me to fill it to her heart's content It's my blessing, God gave you to me And words can't describe, what you do for me Your C.L. is, love me or love me not But no-one can match this chemistry we got Why they all fall, you C.L.'s wive Cause all we got is eachother a bond for life |
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from Pete Rock - Soul Survivor II (2004)
(feat. Postaboy)
[Postaboy] Uh, yeah, yeah Harlem, Postaboy, let's go Harlem, PB, Pete Rock, woo woo Uhh, let's go I'ma show you how we get down like, with this pound like Since I'm in a Caddy P this what it sound like Uhh, yeah this what you clowns like And since you're on my dick nigga this what uptown like Geah, I'm on top of my A game Blew two hundred thou', got it back on the haste gang Posta back in the building The 106 hall of famer t-shirt is back in the ceiling I'm a new artist but it's like I'm platinum plus E'ry day, spend superstar rapper bucks Go to the dealer, cop trucks after trucks High as a kite, rollin dutch after dutch Honey leavin the scene with me Now she wanna get a room, but at 119 with me Lowrider jeans, fanny pokin out the pants Do the snake, the wop and the uh-oh dance, ohh! [Chorus] Make way it's the Postaboy Yeah the Postaboy, with the Wonder Boy We got the ladies in the club makin all that noise Winning Team outside, you don't see our toys (woo woo) Make way it's the Postaboy Yeah the Postaboy, with the Wonder Boy They got the ladies in the crowd makin all that noise Beep beep, I'm a boss, I don't drive my toys [Postaboy] You can find me uptown, uptown, low in cement B's Rollin up in the club like the {?} I don't know why you hate me, I'm tryin to date me a hot mami like Tammy at AE Jump, I say that I'm focused And just how thirsty all these hoes is Wide door knockers with the rings in they noses I J, then they knockin at my door like Jehovahs I start checkin my peep mo' I come from Harlem, the home of the hustler negroes Like, R.P., Alpo Jim Ice, Nicky Barnes, and my nigga Bumpy John All I need is a pair of my Pro*Keds Half moon part and a two-wheel moped Quarter water, Jimmy Chu's for my honey It's the Postaboy, Winning Team, good money [Chorus] [Postaboy] I said throw yo' lighters in the motherfuckin urr The roof on fire and not a muh'fucker curr There's so many bunnies and I'm seein over her Every time I turn around, couple durr, couple durr Hey! I'm mean mixin my two-step Now little birdie wanna call me Hugh Hef' Pimp so hard 'til there ain't no juice left I been around the world, I done toured the U.S. Here we go, c'mon Now here we go, c'mon Now here we go, c'mon Now here we go, c'mon Yeah! [Chorus] - 2X |
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from Pete Rock - Soul Survivor II (2004)
(feat. Pharoahe Monch)
[Hook 1: Pharoahe Monch (Pete Rock)] (Yeah), uhh, (uhh), yes Yes, uhh, come on, (do it), yeah, uhh You want that iced out watch don't ya (right) You want a brand new glock don't ya (right) You want to hold the block down for ya mens locked down Till they get back home, Just Do It (Just Do It) You want to start the revolution right (right) You wanna burn the constitution right (right) You want a solution for wack motherfuckers on the mic Anyday all day, Just Do It, (just do it), just do it (Live long, stay strong, just do it) [Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch] I get attacked by a wack marine rap machine Or some brilliant current team seem when I dream Fuck those individually iMac's on wide screen Space shit from the basement like fyleens, I mean For real dog how you fuckin' with my team We gleam shine like 7-45 high beam You seem fine like menage a trois the fly scenes Like you wait the sirenes and then I scheme to see Niggaz online for coke and do line Make a thousand a line man I ain't lyin' That's sixteen g's a verse without tryin' If you fail mathematics than press rewind Please, do not get it twisted like rubic Got emcees runnin' back for their teams like Mike Ruic You wanna obtain things pursue it For in the game remain strong and just do it [Hook 2: Pete Rock] Just do it anyway you pursue it Pete Rock Pharoahe Monch can't be touched along (Just do it,) just do it cause we roll right through it Show love how we do this move back and pursue it kid (Come on just do it,) just do it cause the street music Come on bounce to it your body's movin' (Just do it,) just do it cause there's nothing else to it Live long stay strong, just do it [Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch (singin till -)] In this world today, too many people tryin' to maintain We gon' take the liberty to explain something to you Ain't nothing to it, your dreams just pursue it Lord lord lord lord come on just - Brace yourself for the awesome in wear Pete Rock, Pharoahe in your atmos.. I'ma survive the desert of Queens like cactus Maxin' in the cut with a vaccin for wackness Why I react tactical flows with rap madness My weaponry is definitely not average Put a astrofist by my name for bein' passive The bassist in the game should've been got they ass kicked On the Pete Rock tip, we hit the streets Like we rock classic Pete Rock funk or then the jazz shit It's digitally remastered Critically acclaimed black funk soul from the past hits Pete's my numero uno soul a mano I'm mister Jameson I set it off like Serreano With the disco fluid from Queens to Frisco Set it off, just do it [Hook 1] [Hook 2] [Outro: Pete Rock] Just do it, yeah, Pete Rock, 2003 come on |
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from Pete Rock - Soul Survivor II (2004)
(feat. J-Dilla)
Woo! Yeah, uh-huh Uhh, turn it up, turn it up baby Brand new, world premier Pete Rock, ahh, Dilla Dawg Jay Dee, yeah Bring your crew dawgs [J-Dilla] I got a crew we call K-boys - why? Cause we like to get dough The seaside boy be in the bar watchin hoes get low Dilla Dawg and Pe-ter, skeet skeet Spit shit on the track like Dog in Beat Street When y'all need heat, just check the credits Cause Pay J, gon' send a check next day FedEx Yes J said it nigga, beats for trucks Goin up in four months, need at least a buck The way I rock ice you would think my name was Peter Bitches tongues out like back in the day in the theatres (woo!) And the heaters is kept where they supposed ta Smoke ya like the welcome poster And Dilla got killers that'll gat your boy like Reese's pop Keep knots like a crumb snatcher boy When these two niggaz collab', these niggaz collapse Cause see it gets no hotter, holla at'cha boy [Chorus: Pete Rock] Yeah, I spit fire at that ass Many often wonder will hip-hop still last Cause I'm the one they call the Boy Wonder Fuckin with J-Dilla, rappin niggaz, know how I feel-a [Pete Rock] Yo, this is not child's play Similar to a gat when my mind spray I spit rhymes like a pro son, rappin shogun I lunge at you niggaz with a bolo punch It's the, Boy Wonder at the cruise control Are you really ready for some super dynamite SOUL Relax, let me spark the L And leave smoke on the track as the tires peel When I rock what's real niggaz appeal to that 13 in the game, makin classic rap And stay elusive, a lot of y'all fake-ass niggaz wish you can do this, passion from the heart makes you true in this Music, #1 sound, overground Make haste on the freeway like the Greyhound And avoid these clowns and let real niggaz know Pete Rock blast off in 2004, uhh [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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from Pete Rock - Soul Survivor II (2004)
(feat. Leela James)
[Leela James] Had things on my mind I tried to get by Things ain't goin right Workin day and night Gon' keep on movin on Cause a new day gon' come Gotta hold on Cause it won't be very long [Chorus: Leela James] We'll be alright (in the morning) no tears to dry (struggle comin) Hold your head high (I know) ooh bye and bye (it won't be long) We'll be alright (in the morning) no tears to dry (struggle comin) Hold your head high (I know) ooh bye and bye (early morning) [Leela James] Feels like {?} You know that's a crime Too much on my side Somebody tell me why Well my brother stay strong Sister hold on Cause a new day gon' come And it won't be very long Won't be very long It won't be very long It won't be very long It won't be very long [Chorus] - 2X [Leela James] It won't be long, no I said it won't be long So don't you worry Don't worry, worry Cause struggle don't last always No no no no Joy come in the morning [Chorus] - 2X to fade |
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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*} |
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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) |
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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 |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2004-07-16
Subject : Pete Rock - Soul Survivor 2 (BBE,2004)
