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1. |
| 5:27 | ||||
CL Smooth]
Hit the lights and I appear beyond the stratosphere of Meccable function and if you're pretty let your lady sleep in Carmel City Begin and end the day on Lennon hunts for beachfronts to lit blunts now all agreed we're sippin OJ with the Dom P Bounce and bring it like it counts to be Luccified CL is sextified and women spell me nationwide You say you want my lips where and I can grab your what? I love your hips legs breasts faces with the firm butt Now feel the muscle when I hustle in the bedsheets Cause my manly treats can hit the fridge for more sweet SPLASH, and let me do my thing til it's hot and sweaty Reload the CamCorder, I guess by then you'll be ready Cause All My Children got One Life to Live But knockin wifey out the box is clearly a negative I'm in rugged wears with fancy facial wears and all the real shit come in pairs, and bounce em in the house y'all {Q-Tip sample} Pete Rock, is in the house.. CL, is in the house.. (4X) [Pete Rock] Back again, I'm here to win, to bust rhymes on beats again Copycats and rugrats, sit back and watch a champion It's time to wreck shop and show the world I'm true to hip-hop So check the style and peace to niggaz in the penile Now umm, it's the original Funky Chicken tactic I run game on your brain for the fame cause I'm active You try to follow in my footsteps, you can't do it I'm pullin your card it ain't hard, I don't have to prove it It's Pete Rock and CL Smooth to the utmost From coast to coast, the music makes you overdose You fiend, for the gangsta lean, I makes you scream Rugged Bro Soul on the scene a.k.a. the funk doer, numero uno, that means number one I get the job done plus I pack a gun So run, and tell your peoples you'll be on the lookout It's all about "Who's in the House?" with the funk {Q-Tip sample} Pete Rock, is in the house.. CL, is in the house.. (4X) [CL Smooth] Money up steps the new era of my lyrical terror Funkadelic for lightin up spots ever since little tots When the dust settle I'm packin heavy metal plenty The drop'll slaughter many, strictly off illegal entry It's elementary Watson, I drive a Benz not a Datsun Before my kicks hit the stage, we've been Foot Lock-in Body rockin to keep the ladies flockin with a concoction Rippin your blouse for no less than arrest in Morehouse My teeth prints where my knife slits, we train em and scar em like pits, off vibes of the Mecca joint Vibe to position, never runnin out of ammunition Now to the heart, I'm steppin with a concealed weapon Nothing's calm when the bomb blaze you know the phrase It's Pete Rock and CL Smooth knockin nowadays Eastside kid, you don't want none, so catch a relay I'm lettin off on anybody tryin to steal my DJ {Q-Tip sample} Pete Rock, is in the house.. CL, is in the house.. (4X) {Q-Tip sample} Check it out, give me my 'spect (8X) {Q-Tip sample} Pete Rock, is in the house.. CL, is in the house.. (10X |
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2. |
| 3:52 | ||||
CL Smooth singing]
Let me take you on a journey through Carmel City Where CL's God and the ladies gotta hit me off Ballin on the set now baby what's the matter? When all this is Hot Sex served on a platter? [CL Smooth rapping] Enter my flow so I can hit this show with somethin rugged It's mainly how all the honies dug it like every single day and bounce around the way and chicks are never waitin when the bodies start marinatin We expand in player's land to unknowns to turn my stumbling blocks, into my stepping stones The pound Donna Karan New York down found where there can be no type of slackin in your mackin The whole agenda is for me to decide; the major hustle is God, when brothers coincide, with the bonafide CL Smooth, you know the Mecca Don With lovers only for me, in Carmel City Top notch, butterscotch, lyrics hits the mode to make the most gorgeous women wanna get nude Your eyes stay glued, when this is poppin word is bond Wifey's gone, now I'm about to get my swerve on Lay my clothes across the bed, cause I'm here to make a point Plenty chips, got me ballin in a hot joint Respect the sextafied aura you could never take light It's like bringin a knife to a gunfight My large releases got me mixin with the dimepieces And down to rival one of Uncle L's little nieces In my palace of pleasure, everything is done properly And if you didn't know, you better ask somebody Right now, the players are the power structure Check the roly-poly, now it's time you see the brother CL Smooth, you know the Mecca Don With lovers only for me, in Carmel City It's freaktacular, wasn't hard to get em out the blouse If only wifey knew, hubby got a stash house And what moves your man got with so much emphasis Maybe one or two many get ridiculous So scandalous, the honey arrives with her crew And now they're talkin bout comin back withoutchu Yeah my boys are ballin, here's the raw deal: Come to my house, you gotta get naked for real Indulgin, my peoples said let's have a talk about the time my lady's plane hit New York I'm bailin off the set, headin for the crib G Cause I'm the first thing the woman wanna see Take a hot shower, slip on some linen Now it's a new time, a new day, a new beginnin CL Smooth, you know the Mecca Don With lovers only for me, in Carmel City |
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3. |
| 5:04 | ||||
CL Smooth]
It's going down from out of town off the wicked streets of New York trouble Me and my man map the plan and make a hefty bundle Blessin weight to listen to greats from the bassment gates Makin the dubplates that cause quakes in other states My soldiers guzzle 40's with the shorties workin the scenes in tight jeans that blows all your boyfriends to smithereens On a scout to get humped out from the zone, bumpin Babyface When everything's live, I let my Boo drive Now do my hot shells ring bells and my knockouts settle beef Any last requests? You better make it brief Kid from 'Life Sucks' to 'Major Bucks' while Pete rocks Control blocks from ballplayers to corner hustlers Here come the Spark Brothers, many retire when I open fire Droppin smooth synthetic, the physical's mental but the outcome is energetic Larger clientele, drops by the CL, the spiritual to set it one time on the physical * Pete Rock cuts n scratches "I get physical, mystical, very artistical" * [CL Smooth] You must be silly my soul is Bigger than Willie to shock a city with some of the Mecca-fied joint at the boiling point Makin stable moves, wrestling grooves, here comes the pain My style's invisible knives, slicin to the root of your brain Funk locks when the terror come to box from the Pete Rizzocks Knocks the ghetto blaster funkin full fashion Now dames kick the sham real slow, talkin the shopping's urgent There hasn't been that much scheamin since Eve met the serpent My love rules Daisy Duke's amused Check the view of the issue my flexin bounce to your body tissue You know the Iceberg Slim, dig it Daddy, let the click grows Exotic to my foes, how I pimp these hoes Don't be surprised, you get Tysonized, the ultimate test is like Sweet Pea spankin all of Chavez best Blessed on a lyrical slugfest, cause every round's critical One blow that kept the dough physical * Pete Rock cuts n scratches "I get physical, mystical, very artistical" * [CL Smooth] You better brace yourself, in other words, fasten seatbelts When the Carmel melts, you love spots in your poom poom shorts No one can rock me and my latest aristocracy of Funktasia I represent the full intent to bring the flavor Head or gut, steady layin in the cut, fool it's mine kid for niggaz doin a master race Scarface bid Maintain God, and keep it all solid from the Overlord Adolpho Muhammad To game written twenty years down the line still hittin Makin arena sites rougher than the hockey fights It's just one of those nights, topsy turvy like a roller derby Style is comin sturdy any way you wanna work me Check the bizarre and hear a star, with so much chocolate over the Carmel, we need to own a candy bar But before we merc, run the drill I get physical Mystical, very artistical * Pete Rock cuts n scratches "I get physical, mystical, very artistical |
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4. |
| 4:20 | ||||
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 |
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5. |
| 5:11 | ||||
CL Smooth]
What's goin on baby? Ain't nuttin it's CL Smooth Sextafied everyday; you gotta know that this live Let's get right to it Chorus: repeat 2X "I've got the love.." "Put the boogie back in for me and the crew and" >Biz "I've got the love.." "I'm like tellin you straight on up" >Biz [CL Smooth] Feel the vibe when it's bumpin in my tribe steps the Goodfellas live on screen now you protect the black queen Takin my time from the black on black crime Cause the night Mecca hits, Victoria runs out of secrets Doin trials in latex Lifestyles Boo; I make you call my name, and ask who it belongs to Brand new, with CL, in Carmel, livin well And never cease to flip the hottest dimepiece Now the legend increase into a great, truly Mecca made so in every escapade there's a panty raid You know the rules, slippin off them ewes; then we can settle with the woman that can take me to that next level Lay down the guns and make sons we can teach From the horseback rides, and the walks on the beach And if you got pretty feet I won't cheat I'm into strictly black pearls when I rocket y'all to different worlds Chorus [CL Smooth] You want a slow wind under my ceilin fan, read books and beat me at chess, but as for rockin you, who's the best? It's all good and correct with no disrespect Skirt chasin hits, takin love to Digable Planets Be wise and recognize, I'd rather show than tell Who got the clout to stop fakin me all out Ease your troubles, place your body in the bubbles Dimepieces fit around the cutie she run with Embrace the mood, thinkin totally nude with no limits Goin through every position within five minutes Now how we did it got a lot of honies with it Love is urban now fitted showin nothin but the belly button Many parlay, and peel off lingerie So when they come pick the one you could learn from So feel the beat in Three-Peat like Jordan got wings cause I'm doin them things, listen Chorus [CL Smooth] At last come the goodies, every woman got a love Hot with all that sex appeal for real, can I hit that? I'm warmer than your triple-goose with hands like a masseuse Don't play; cause I'm the hood your mama loves anyway My heart flips when you take long business trips I want a divorce, no I think I wanna see your boss Check you later honey, searchin in your coach bag for money Before you leave, I hug you til you can't breathe We Kool and the Gang, and kick slang, baby call in sick but you kiss me goodbye, and said, "I don't trick" She's so thick, and God is my witness Sometimes you just can't believe that I'm gettin this Rewind off the Pete Rock design I want a cutie with a ageless body and timeless mind The kind that when I wine and dine she pay the bill Cause it don't cost much to go Dutch baby Chorus (4X, second time with variations |
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6. |
| 5:17 | ||||
Check the verse in the Bible says man shall never covet But in your life you put nothing above it, you seem to love it Invest some stocks to clock what's in my stable Sweating me like Cain sweating Abel, you're unstable You couldn't speak, now what's the fake frown for? The jealousy, that's why you're feeling so insecure Used to be by my side but now all I see is pride On the quest to make lucci, got you open wide It feels funny, cause it never used to be that way Remember PR back in the day? Hey, the number's changed and the crib's a little fatter But if you was real, you'd see it really wouldn't matter Check the stat in fact yo, don't ever try to peep this Don't mistake my kindness for a weakness The name is Pete Rock, I'll take you higher than the lism I'm on a exodus, Escapism Yo, check it out I like to rhyme, no time for silly head games Strictly known for busting up your head frames But skins bold, act like they want to know a nigga Break they neck to show they figure But yo, you can't gas me up, you can't hype me Play it cool when it comes to schooling wifey On the ways of life it's life, checks, and big money So the next kid will be up on your honey Sexing your honey, flexing your Benz and your money Playing you like a crash test dummy, so take it from me Cause when it happens don't say I never told you so Peep the verbal lessons in the flow And ayo, you know they style, and yeah I'm here to warn ya Getting shaky cause I'm coming up on ya It's Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth on a major pape mission Rising to the top, Escapism I'm sitting back, I got the funk on cruise While you snooze Pete Rock is steady paying |
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7. |
| 5:07 | ||||
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 |
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8. |
| 3:03 | ||||
[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 |
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| 5:40 | ||||
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| 4:30 | ||||
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| 4:45 | ||||
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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12. |
| 5:06 | ||||
[CL Smooth]
You're everything that I dream about, talk about Walk around and brag about, cause I don't give a damn about What they say, what he say, or she say I'm addicted like drugs to your loving, but hey You got me strung like I'm young and it's crazy You're making me nervous, I don't deserve this, I'm Swayze I wish I could be but you really got a hold on me With your sex appeal, I'm telling you how I feel, shit is real Now I don't really want to play myself so I say to myself: |
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13. |
| 3:57 | ||||
[CL Smooth]
We go back and forth, sending this out to my people up north Tell 'em if you ain't from New York you're soft Box or throw rocks, fish or cut bait Cause I fight great, but wait Here's the hottest joint on lockdown Ready for release what they call a masterpiece Covers are blown, known for keeping shit lethal Cause now I'm like water in the desert for you thirsty people What's the fixation with all this artillery? Now you catch a look, saying |
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14. |
| 5:49 | ||||
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| 5:12 | ||||
16. |
| 3:50 | ||||
[CL Smooth]
Capture this funakthon loaded by the Mecca Don Into the red zone, you spot my skull and crossbone alone To fill the Watergates, slaughter great, think and meditate Set behind the pace of the CL's war face Cras and tints, making blueprints for over six figure salaries Luchified, cause many did and died The mic wrecka, study Mecca, now building Cause I love my shorties like Jesus loved children Cause being smooth is the science I crafted To a state, when they incarsarate me I wanna be free And play some D on the high-scoring thrill from the Veronville Taking my yards with no bodyguards My click's the first round draft pick for time in prison So the only way to cover that is clean living Respect given, hear the bell go |