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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962)
Here comes the hurricane C.L. same name
Cut by the grain when I land upon the plain Jah knew the Hebrew a Papa Duke need you But none of the fam who saw had a clue Escalate the prime rate words coagulate Generate the mind's state never can deflate Nigger you jigaboo it doesn't have to be you Funny like a cartoon Pepe Le Pew Pimp are the lyrical g string the individual But the metaphysical isn't spriritual Straight from the heart I frame the art Tune up my class, real fast, very smart Dictate the technique, wait a minute, I speak Loved by my son and a kiss on the cheek Stutter-step the concept, blueprint, or pro Steady as we go so act like you know I stand by the rabbi, sail in Shanghai Always had an alibi even if I lie Crucial, never neutral, bare the fruitful Past time, another rhyme, skedaddle, Yankee Doodle Light skin in lovely gyp, just for the honey dip Here to make a megahit fit Don't install the pipe dream, renaissance regime When you run ragged I pick up the steam Chart on the record book, what Corey Love took the hook Here's a new book to civilize a crook Purest of the pedigree, feed 'em a line C.L., no Jezebel, can never sleep well Thick like a dred, at the Club Med The Mecca Don said, a fish out of water is dead Pete Rock, the soul brother, cruise on a flow Swing low and yell "Geronimo!", act like you know C.L. can play like Nike, come on just do it Pacify the Gemini, soul into it Beat to my feet is a lock like concrete Hard for the street, decipher never incomplete A clean editorial, rather historical Affordable, recordable, nifty like a portable Mecca is the syndrome, when I come back home Boogie on a baritone, listen on a phone Libra, the achiever, toke a reefer C.L. the girl pleaser, like Ebanezer So here is the good sign, I incline Titties with the bitties when I wine and dine Worn like corduroy, comes the bad boy But just like Anita Pita, I bring ya joy "Agoobilonians" with your knowledge And take as said so, act like you know |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - All Souled Out (1991)
I want you
I need you My soul is weak for you And im trying to seek you seek you, seek you, Chorus (Cause) I'm ALL SOULED OUT and i say this without a doubt You picked me up from the road you have a soul of gold ALL SOULED OUT, its just the way I feel but give me time, and let me be, and I will heal..... The Ocean bows to the palm trees, like I bow to you There ain't nothing like singin out your soul When the mist has cleared,and its all your goal but, don't let me be the last to know when, its over, over, over...........for your SOUL. Chorus Seeking rhythem on the shore but my soul is already torn Ive bled like ive battled with a thorn Seeking MY, seking YOUR SOUL and after all this....... Chorus |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994) | |||||
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962)
You know nowadays it.. seems like there's a lot of..
bad things going on and.. I guess a lot of it.. from the way I see it.. seems to still stem from.. lack of feelings on our parts it's.. and how we relate or communicate with our.. fellow brothers and sisters" "Let's get together!" * cut n scratch 3X * "Let's get together.. and raise" "Let's get together!" * cut n scratch 3X * "Let's get together.. and raise" [CL Smooth] South Africa, what does it mean? To burst the scene, or conquer like a philistene War or peace, which one do you prefer? Pass me my M-16 for the disaster A reason for the treason in a jet black season.. .. for peace, justice, and freedom for the Original Man, architect of the Motherland Kings to Queens, is the Asiatic Black plan Pre-Adam-ite, first to see the light Way before Adam and Eve took flight Bless the seed of Abraham, I came to jam Protest the teachings of another man Uncle Tom stay loyal so they boil I'm the alchemist with the twist from the true soil My blood brother Adolpho on the side of me My vision ain't blurry, so don't even lie to me The rebirth the revival of our culture survival to elevate, the black man is vital You gotta realize now what we're facing The floors I'm pacing from the anger in the nation "Let's get together!" * cut n scratch 3X * "Let's get together.. and raise" "Let's get together!" * cut n scratch 3X * "Let's get together.. and raise" [CL Smooth] Here's the situation from a darker view Night and day, salt and pepper in the earthly stew But the salt think it taste better, straight up superior Therefore, the flavor of the pepper's inferior Incorrect though, giving some heartburn Level of a devil better wait your turn And here is one recollection of imperfection No one should be judged by complexion Lie-braries; broken down as lies buried to force their beliefs to pilgrims all hurried Television; tell-a-lie-vision A schism; negative realism Four-hundred-and-thirty-five years til weak mental deaf dumb and blindness put us to sleep Out of the dark comes light so the first can't be So Armaggedeon comes like a thief in the night Rednecks flex to my context but in the projects some won't survive the next confrontation and I'm aware of segregation Pump your black fist for the anger in the nation "Let's get together!" * cut n scratch 3X * "Let's get together.. and raise" "Let's get together!" * cut n scratch 3X * "Let's get together.. and raise" * various other scratches by Pete Rock for a few bars * [CL Smooth] Some walk slow, cause the water's not shallow Let my people go, you little Pharoah Listen how they word it, be observant Then house negro; today, civil servant I want to drop the bomb but remain calm Strong like the power of the Fruits of Islam Black is beautiful, hot like fire Guess how many times they thought they killed the Messiah Malcolm X, Dr. King, let's sing All around the world let freedom ring Reality is real, so how do you feel from being kings on a throne to picking cotton in a field? Your slavery is lack of identity One of the things that's not making you a friend of mine What's your cause - aim, rationale? Cause I made up my mind, I never scrape or bow But teach my own, the sound of black unity Together we can rise and now's the opportunity The Tuskegee Experiment, indeed it was big when they used the black man as a guinea pig Animalism, pumped on a lower level But can only be the works of the devil And I'm telling you now the frustration The future's facing from the anger in the nation "Let's get together!" * cut n scratch 3X * "Let's get together.. and raise" "Let's get together!" * cut n scratch 3X * "Let's get together.. and raise" * Pete Rock flips "Let's get together" to the end |
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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 - Underground Classics (2006) | |||||
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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 - Lost And Found (2004) | |||||
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from Pete Rock, Edo. G - My Own Worst Enemy (2005) | |||||
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from Pete Rock - Underground Classics (2006) | |||||
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962)
Ah yeah yes
Psychedelic Uh come on This is what I like It's that Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth stuff Uh huh yeah Brothers can't understand You know I'm about to drop a funky beat on you Like this... Hit the war drums that vibrate the earth underneath Here my people and I come gotta wake up the chief Not a pale frail ghost C.L.'ll wreck the most Cuz the Mecca land never had a Leo Africanos The Sudanian, master of the Mediterranean And if it's lovely I'm the one you're Skypagin' Lower than the Mole Man, R&B, you're silly The only male hardcore crusin' through my city Rise to the supernova, swami like Bola Heavy hitter I consider Ueuker leanin' on my shoulder Measure like a yardstick, thick at arithmetic You add it up and I roast a high pick flick Hit the pitch and then I'm gone as the funk lingers on I don't publicize here to keep the black race torn But steady at an altitude where you get the mental food Not to be rude, here's a fresh pot brewed Oh, what a web we weave when we practice to deceive Sparkin' off a trick up the sleave Pete stocked the bedrock, listen and you'll see And I'm sure you will agree you can't front on me Yo, you can't front It's like that, c'mon, yeah Yes, you know I got to talk You can't front I'm tellin' you now C.L. Smooth and the Rock, c'mon Many consumed what was locked in a tomb That I gradually groomed, coming out now smelling like perfume So take a whiff when I wrap a gift, play ya like a gospel A logical apostle, collosal (whoooweee!) Afro, a cut me like a fade with a Braun Sport a bald head, but never needed Hair Club for Men Drop a SCUD, fully-capable, a form in a eclipse Skips to backflips soon as it leaves my lips Suave know, I can make the funk turn the habit Kick the old 45 and I can boogie on static Welcome to the Brahma Don, pilgrimage to Mecca Don A prayer for the parish, Soucron Affwaun Cuz ain't no misbehavin' when they manage what you're cravin' Put the "Anger in the Nation" on your station Anvils that fills the whole circumference And black people crowd in a mass abundance To hear Gabriel's horn, blow it like a Naiji What's the flavor unit with the top priority? C.L., untouchable with the clip full Impossibly, the posse can't front on me Don't you dare front Don't you dare front Not on me Cuz I'm the man C.L.'s the rhymer Right on time Right on, my brother Come on, kick another verse for me You desire the messiah for the entire empire Total organizer of the earth, wind, and fire C.L. and Pete Rock unlock the hard rock Many want to mock and the honey-dips clock Intercontinental for the residential Never coincidental, rough on a rental Count all the bars numeric Pro-prosthetic if ya let it resurrect the nongeneric The brother on the cover, yes, a rapper not a singer If you recognize him, point with your index finger Shock another flock when I hit the block God or Devil on the set that's level, labeled as a rebel In retrospect I detect those incorrect And reflect the black power project Supreme cuz I chose to never blaspheme Going to the extreme, place it on a very high beam And drop jewels for five thousand fools who stampede Cuz the proper show stopper's what ya need So come and get a taste of the dynamic duo And I'm sure you will agree you can't front on me (Yoooo!) You can't front, boy Cuz we're the skilled fools (skibooze?) We'z are the funk The hardcore funk We ain't no joke Comin' out to note Ah, yeah With the funk track Sing it, P |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994)
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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from 9th Wonder, The Musalini - Don & Eye 2 (2023) | |||||
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from Pete Rock - Underground Classics (2006)
[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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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994)
[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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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Basement Demos [ep] (2009) | |||||
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from Pete Rock - Soul Survivor (2016) | |||||
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from Pete Rock - Soul Survivor II (2004) | |||||
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from Heavy D & The Boyz - Peaceful Journey (1991) | |||||
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from Marley Marl, Pete Rock - Future Flavas Mixtape (1999) | |||||
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Basement Demos [ep] (2009) | |||||
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event 2: The Wrath of God (The Deluxe Edition) (2020) | |||||
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994)
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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from Marley Marl, Pete Rock - Future Flavas Mixtape (1999) | |||||
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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 & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962)
Here come's the rugged one plus the way I flip it
I collect the loot and then I knock the boots A smooth dark lover prefer to be called the chocolate lover Cuz I can do wonders under cover I'm dip dip dope I rhyme like riz ope I cleanse like soap 'cause it's the great black hope Stay away from the penile I can rock the senile Hons alway wave 'cause slick like bunile Pete Rock on the boot knock, on the boot knock Plus the way that I flow...blood clot Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, yeah... So funky, like a street junky Like I said before, we go, c'mon... For Pete's sake I break and update, wait, I radiate The dub played to navigate the tune I make I fit like a slipper, so catch the Big Dipper Vital signs are quicker, not the flat line picture Showtime original, official with the smooth criminal I hit the cliches on the subliminal With the soul technician to fill the prescription In addition listen close to the mission The P.E.T.E.R.O.C.K., resume With the route to Brut by Faberge No doubt, to shout about a 20-bar segment Off spring the lyrics when the microphone's pregnant Give it a rubdown, now here's the sermon Everywhere you go you hear Mecca from the Vernon Pound for pound, uptown, I get down And bound to spin the record like a merry-go-round The cut don't flow that I touch is not a preemie And who would ever see me when I dream of Jeanie I don't think so, peace, I gotta go And shake like an earthquake, cousin, for Pete's sake To my man... Here come's the rugged one, plus the way I flip it I collect the loot and then I knock the boots A smooth dark lover, prefer to be called the chocolate lover 'Cause I can do wonders under cover I'm dip-dip-dope, I rhyme like riz-ope I cleanse like soap, 'cause it's the great black hope Stay away from the penile, I can rock the senile Hons alway wave 'cause I'm slick like lunile Pete Rock on the boot knock, on the boot knock Plus the way that I flow...blood clot Yo, my style's cock-diesel and I can do the hustle Niggaz know the time, I don't have to flex a muscle I'm not the type to fake it, I wouldn't try to take it Tie your girl to the back of my Jeep butt-naked Slide her monkey ass down the hill So if you don't want beef, money, chill for Pete's sake To my man... Music please... (C.L.) The Mecca's sweet like nectar, maybe 'cause you need it There's a ribbon in the sky, but I wonder if you see it In the days of thunder, notice how I simplex in the proper context Here steps the one, the answer to the riddle Survey says the black press can make you wiggle The staff to the craft, the stroke of a pena Pefect stranger, melody arranger Loopholes are filled when I build with the skill Liquid steels the mic on the Rock's chill No financial aid wade when I'm paid Deep as the Everglade, the escapade a renagade Study in the archives, place your bet, sonny Head crack back to back for the bail money For you, a chapter, slayed by the author Lickin' on your daughter, say, south of the border Now, here we are with the funky repertoire Draw warm like a spa, star, forget all the hoopla C.L. Smooth and Pete Rock Could break and penetrate, piece of cake, cousin, for Pete's sake To my man... For Pete's Sake, c'mon |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994)
[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 |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962)
Ghetto of the Mind...
I catch a body at a party sort of herbal with the verbal Look above and see the vultures fly around in a circle Baggin' while you're lollygaggin' raggin' tow taggin' Assassin with the millimeter roars of a dragon Here stood the black hood thirsty for the end And for the love of money kind of funny new friends Public housing a thousand in a tent So I'm forced to sell hell just to pay the rent Killin' my own people, I put 'em out of order Just like the liquor store scene on every corner I'm tryin' but the kids keep cryin', and the bullets keep flyin' Look, a boy, he's on the curb just dyin' Finally the cops come dumb to the slum Pull out a gun and arrest the wrong one Wax all the Puerto Ricans and blacks So they can never relax I dwell, might as well learn the facts Pete Rock and C.L. can radio a shack up Sparkin' off and have 'em all callin' for backup "Watch another crime and you're gonna do time" All this you'll find in the ghettos of the mind Ain't that somethin'?... Listen to cats and rough rats war under the window When the ghetto forts flarey, never was a Tom and Jerry Livin' ain't cheap, my survival is deep In this part of town where the city never sleep A Barney Miller roller, you can bet the car's stolen Or static with your BM, only when you see them Speakin' on your baby's mom, a best for the drama Always tryin' to make a movie, little stark-ravin' looney Stressin' it, but you know the ghetto keep ya busy A place that when I die it would never even miss me Crack phials in the aisles as one pimp smiles Dope piles workin' hookers by the miles But still my pop's got three jobs to stable A family household and food on the table So as we pray for all our souls to keep Somebody's on the project roof, ready to leap I want to stop the pain or the bad situation But backwards wisdom I can't afford to give 'em Self savior is much braver with the conscious behavior Designed in the ghettos of the mind Ain't that somethin'? C'mon... It's like that y'all... I could never look forward to an early retirement But still I maintain in a hostile environment Hustlin' the concrete jungle for loot My parents hated blood money so they gave me the boot Take a risk 'cause the peer pressure has the edge It was a blessin' when I saw my life dangle on the ledge The streets coulda swallowed me whole But the pain was all gone when I got to see my healthy son born And now I bring him home to the ghetto, Only to make a stronger fellow Maybe do some good for the neighborhood It's hard playing hero livin' less than a zero Raging Bull like DeNiro, the modern day pharoah A concentration camp with the Section 8 Welfare checks given at a monthly rate Apply for the get high, or just plain lazy Many steady collect right around the fifth baby The hawk is out but the niggaz never pack it A hundred dollar sneakers with the skimpy-ass jacket When people are deaf, dumb, and blind they get left behind Imagine in the ghettos of the mind |
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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 & C.L. Smooth - All Souled Out (1991)
[ VERSE 1 ] Yo From the intro I flow 3 in a row Buildin like a Lego Stacks upon stacks It attacks the wax Scrub it like Ajax Relievin as a X-Lax The night cap of rap Here to make another hit To undercover, smudder Word to mother Pump it for the playground World renowned Pete Rock |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - All Souled Out (1991)
Some live the good life loungin' by the pool
Catching a suntan and everything's cool Male or female you want to be set In the big mansion drinking Moet You read the Wall Street Journal Later for the comic Far from dumb because you practice logic You lived poor in the ghetto Never had the money easily But you found the remedy So you your girl and your kids could have a better opportunity And teach them all about unity Cultivating in the brains the words of Allah the master And they go far But, you still go visit your old stomping ground Indeed to help another that's down A tough situation cuts like a knife In search of the good life From the church, the home, on down to the prison People want to know how is he and she living Does he work? Do you wonder if his life will bloom? Is the girl going to have the kid anytime soon? How's the mother? Do they ever go visit the brother? What about the dad? I heard he drinks undercover Some are still shooting up, another on crack Just the other day trooper got sent back What type of life do you lead? Tell me 'Cause you can be anything you want to be Some will strive for the good life in any case The mind is a terrible thing to waste On drugs, violence, and hatred of another color Hear me now, brother All around the world the husband and wife Work night and day in search of the good life The G double O-D L-I-F-E Living in luxury Care free Period No time to waste We catch ours all day We work instead of play I B-U-I-L-D inside me Knowledge and quickly you vacate the city From a paranoid mental delusion Plain and simple I won't cause confusion Yo, that's your fault Stop the somersault 'Cause I put the bad like mo to a halt My destiny I define is heavenly So, Fort Knox, open sesame Light shines and the birds keep singing As I still cling to my positive upbringing With the need to succeed, right? On a natural high The good life |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - All Souled Out (1991)
Some live the good life loungin' by the pool
Catching a suntan and everything's cool Male or female you want to be set In the big mansion drinking Moet You read the Wall Street Journal Later for the comic Far from dumb because you practice logic You lived poor in the ghetto Never had the money easily But you found the remedy So you your girl and your kids could have a better opportunity And teach them all about unity Cultivating in the brains the words of Allah the master And they go far But, you still go visit your old stomping ground Indeed to help another that's down A tough situation cuts like a knife In search of the good life From the church, the home, on down to the prison People want to know how is he and she living Does he work? Do you wonder if his life will bloom? Is the girl going to have the kid anytime soon? How's the mother? Do they ever go visit the brother? What about the dad? I heard he drinks undercover Some are still shooting up, another on crack Just the other day trooper got sent back What type of life do you lead? Tell me 'Cause you can be anything you want to be Some will strive for the good life in any case The mind is a terrible thing to waste On drugs, violence, and hatred of another color Hear me now, brother All around the world the husband and wife Work night and day in search of the good life The G double O-D L-I-F-E Living in luxury Care free Period No time to waste We catch ours all day We work instead of play I B-U-I-L-D inside me Knowledge and quickly you vacate the city From a paranoid mental delusion Plain and simple I won't cause confusion Yo, that's your fault Stop the somersault 'Cause I put the bad like mo to a halt My destiny I define is heavenly So, Fort Knox, open sesame Light shines and the birds keep singing As I still cling to my positive upbringing With the need to succeed, right? On a natural high The good life |
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from Pete Rock - Lost And Found (2004)
[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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from Pete Rock - Underground Classics (2006)
[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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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 & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994)
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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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994)
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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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962) | |||||
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994) | |||||
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994)
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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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 & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962)
Prepare yourself to catch a verse from the big purse
Rotate the megahertz where you heard it first The perpendicular said none similar Quadruple any figure quick on the trigger Helter skelter wig out by the goodfella Not Lou Pinella cuz I'm black and mo' betta Bust a phenomenum we come to get busy Deep in roots but my name ain't Kizzie Many many march cuz I'm heavy on the starch Never tell a farce when I scale on a arch Jammin' on the radio, brothers say, "way to go" Shape it like Play-Do, soprano at the Chateau My theory periodically flows a odyssey Bigger than modern technology So save all the chit-chat when I kick a format fat It's like that... C.L. is the attribute you salute Cuz I gotta make loot, can't afford to be cute Enter the equilibrium in a medium Breaking your cranium with no ultimatum Drop a psalm like a bomb, never land in your palm And now I'm so cool and calm Pure unadulterated, premeditated Lyrical form, Pete Rock is the storm Sophistication I kick to a nation I rare compilation I call recreation The prognosis, so mackadocious Straight up ferocious for those who can focus Large like the Beatles, ask all my peoples Never make movies, so don't talk sequels So, hon, save the chit-chat when I kick a format fat (it's fat) It's like that... I'm all sold out, no doubt, without a question The blessing your guests in a suprucated session Anyway your honor, heresay the melee Is here for the payday, so A to the K Or should I say Deda, original baby par Smooth like a reservoir, the funky Shang-Ri-La No shame in my game, I'm set to entertain And if it wasn't for the fame, skinz would never know my name So back off a tad bit, that's a bad habit Cuz I write the raw...for sure Now I'm a flip a style and get crazy versatile Never fragile cuz I'm flowin' like the Nile Swing a jewel or a gem, notice how I say them With my approach, smoke a rhyme to a roach A four-season lover, light-skinned and bigger But what I deliver come before the cotton picker So here's to another hit, perfectly legitimate When I hit the skinz, guaranteed to keep the candle lit So save all the chit-chat when I kick a format fat It's like that |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994) | |||||
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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 & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962) | |||||
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from Marley Marl, Pete Rock - Future Flavas Mixtape (1999) |