Ten wars in the game no chains remains
Quick to spit more shit than like 0 dog and kane
Betty white taught a nigga no pain no gain
So I grabs the mic and spit like I'm going insane
Y'all better duck down protect ya chest with a vest
Reminscing with a verse like roxanne's yes
You know my steez chester gets the cheese
Try to find out who made the gun clap with a phone tap
Soul brother #1 beats weigh a ton
From the west to the east now ya days is done
Last to laugh last as we stash the cash
Party til the sun come up then we smash
Alright all night flashlight nobody on that bullshit
Keepin it tight ya heard me a menace ii society
But right now I'm on some who wanna get high with me
We got one life to live til it's done
Lets all get together and have some fun
You got my back I got yours son
It's the mc eiht and soul brother #1
Loving the way it sounds already
Eiht found the flow the soul brother's rock steady
So brace ya self ain't having no fear
As the planets revolve shift into high gear
Move ahead of the pack living right and exact
Peepin shorty in a dress for the way she was stacked
But hold on the topic gotta say peace to all the brothers
That lock it down for they town living the one life
Guided and influenced by the one james brown
Godfather of soul now let the horn blow
Reflect to the days with me and marley in control
Hip hop pays now it's back to the future
With the twist of the dial
Reloaded with my man from the menace file
Reppin for the west so I takes a deep breath
Exhaling on the track kid ... so fresh
Chorus (2x)
I heard music calms the savage beast
To the g's in the clubs put away ya piece
For the gun clap leaves nothing but the blood stain
Sips on ya drink puffs on ya mary jane
Lots of lovin this time bringing no pain
Girls they love when a homie use his brain
Relax let your conscience be free
And smoke blunts to tha sounds of the e and p
What ya didn't know we shut shut shut 'em down
To the east and west team coming straight to ya town
How ya like it but please don't be afraid of us
Like me nigga busta these two is dangerous
Can't hang with us too blind ta see
Been puttin shit down since the p was free
I ain't mad at y'all don't be mad at me
I been just like y'all tryin to collect my fee
Chorus (4x)
The renaissance man, no gnat in my hand
Episode numero uno check out the man
Spread a verse like a thesis or a virus
Open the iris nigga, I'm the individual you can't get rid off
Prominent aura dominant moral Islamic
Amazing phenomenon like Haley's Comet
Ya gettin' headaches from this bullshit
I'm the anesthetic to cure shit
Fuck that cut up shit, I be that pure shit
Expedition thoughts are truck
My mind shine like bins spinning thoughts
Bright as fuck, congruent like four sides of a square
I got a surprise in nine-eight, rappers better prepare
Timeless take every letter from the word I adverb
And put it together that nigga O.C.'s quite clever
Always and forever, no one can do it better
Respect on the mic, we in this for life
For the street thug to my brother with same blood
One love yo sound off, the twenty one slug salute
Ways to display the truth
It's Pete Rock and O.C., it's on point fella
Ain't nothing you can tell us, word up
Yo, I impact the earth like a meteorite magnetic
The P.R., O.C. experiment
Serving justice when we bust this
Ya now instructed to thrust one fist in the air
Regulate the anthem for revolution prepare
For the victorious comeback of the year
Assemble the militia as insert the scripture
Lyrics for the instrumental picture
Graphic in nature, respect mics I hold
Certified gold, five hundred thousand sold
News flash, yo, it's hip-hop built ta last
Survivor of the aftermath when guns blast
Waving a white flag while you dressed in drag
Remember what I keep in the trunk of my Jag
Surprise nigga respect due when I deliver
Respect on the mic, we in this for life
For the street thug to my brother with same blood
One love yo sound off, the twenty one slug salute
Ways to display the truth
It's Pete Rock and O.C., it's on point fella
Ain't nothing you can tell us, word up
Since day one when I came upon the scene
For this mic I fiend respect, played a part before the cream
I figure respect last longer because cream come and go
I done seen five to ten and even fifteen a show and blew it
Now I know, now my ill escape is real estate
No more will I make that mistake
Respect is what matters 'cuz that shit hold weight
Word up ya gotta earn respect in ninety-eight
Rehabilitate the rap game, honor our name
Hold it down to the last frame
No doubt, emergency escape route
Take the easy way out if that's what you about
If not then show ya heart
Create light from dark all aboard the Ark
As the rain falls I reminisce on Biggie Smalls
And Tupac the new world is yours
80 pause for the cause, respect due
Respect on the mic, we in this for life
For the street thug to my brother with same blood
One love yo sound off, the twenty one slug salute
Ways to display the truth
It's Pete Rock and O.C., it's on point fella
Ain't nothing you can tell us, word up
Respect on the mic, we in this for life
For the street thug to my brother with same blood
One love yo sound off, the twenty one slug salute
Ways to display the truth
It's Pete Rock and O.C., it's on point fella
[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
[pete rock] to all my bronx niggaz (yeah!)
"and I say right about now get ready to get down
To the funky sound of the man they call"
"pete rock""and method man"
[method man]
Dumbheads, what? cherryheads.. what?
Appleheads, what what what?
(meth-tical, you know how we do dunn, yeah
Hit it off you know what I mean, like this y'all)
P.r., take them to the bridge, uhh!
Chorus: pete rock
Float on this magnificient track wise intelligent
All-star jamerican yes the rap vet
Reinforce your threat, who got the money to bet
Against the number one, holdin down the position
Crush the competition with the limited edition
Heavy caliber rhyme, shootin down ya peace sign
The war's on for real, run grab ya shield
Yo meth, take the steel and let these cats know the deal
[method man]
Style blazin, iron lung on this collaboration
Money for the takin I ain't sweatin confrontation
With p.r.ah, we beez the mens of tomorrow
Master, license to kill, bringin the horror
To ya house like amityville, keepin it more than real
Niggas ain't supposed to feel, hot nicks ya know the deal
If you read the resume, gives a fuck what niggaz say
Timb boots to pave the way, here I come to save the day
Yes stoppin the fuckin press, transform to mister mef
See that logo on my chest, save a damsel in distress
Hot shit, in the song, got to get until it's gone
Kids wanna get it on get smacked up and shit upon
Right til ya prove me wrong, think you can do me hunh?
Can't we all just get along, in this modern babylon?
Dueling with my nemesis, layin down laws
Don't start if you can't finish it, I'm telling you pah!
Got the power of a meteor shower, comin down
On all ya cowards, trickin ya funds and sniffin powders
Here we come, straight from the slums, dynamic duo son
Ghost rider jonathan and soul brother number one
Chorus: repeat 2x (sampled and scratched by rock)
"sendin this one out.. to my man" -> prodigy
"meth-tical" -> meth"pete rock"
"half man, half amazin" -> nas
"make it hot nigga!" -> big pun
"for you!""knowhati'msayin? " -> prodigy
[method man]
Leapin tall buildings in a single bound, faster than a round
Blastin out a forty pound, y'all niggaz fuck around
Take that and handle it, method man I get
Strong with titantic shit, that means abandon ship
Get a life and get a grip, there ain't a problem that I can't fix
Transmittin live from apocalypse
And the cho-co-late, boy wonder, my sidekick
Cowabunga, these evil doers days are numbered
We flexin like the x-men on rap veteran
That be's no question, boy ya need protection son
I'm burnin up check the temperature
Ya fuckin wit the last emperor, iron lung dangerous son
For all who enter the, 36, deadliest chambers
For all the prejudiced, entertainers
There ain't a damn thing you can tell us, bite ya tongue
I be the troublesome, don't sleep niggaz is holdin son
[pete rock]
Pick em off form long range break em down to small change
A new york giant stand in front of ya ...
Squad, what up god, a million to one one odds
That you can't stop this bullet
I'm like refrigerator perry rush right through it and just do it
So act like ya knew it, the mount vernon/shaolin fluid
The rap committee coming live
Through ya city, swing hard like ken griffey
Gain stats, now who's next up to bat?
Knock em out the box, method man and pete rock
Celebrating victory, rap world remedy
Take a double dose deadly
Deadly kid.. yo!
"c'mon!""one two!"
"the numba one set and sound" -> bdp
"meth-tical" -> method
"pete rock, this one's for the crew" -> cl smooth
"half man, half amazin" -> nas
"one two!""the numba one set and sound" -> bdp
"meth-tical" -> method"on arrival"
"pete rock, this one's for the crew" -> cl smooth
The joy of children laughing
These are the makings
12 it's like this Little Brother, Pete Rock
Another sure shot, another banger
'Soul Survivor, Part II' for me and you, let's get it
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
Yo, 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's 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 snare 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
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
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
Y'all 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
Yeah, let's get it going y'all
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
King cobra rapper crew
Ill Capitan, never roll a foot solider
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 y'all get it in time to put my heart in it
Little Brother crushing all gimmicks, like what
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
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
It's Talib Kweli in the place to be Brooklyn
Most definitely yaknowhatImsayin', Mount Vernon
And Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth, the brothers who brought ya
Escapism, Return Of The Mecca, Straighten It Out, The Creators
Yeah, right about now, we about to make history
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
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
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
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
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 lemon lime, 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 Guerrilla 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
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
Introducing C.L. then face defeats
Then I remind you of third street when it was sweet
See'd us move on and grow to another plateau
With me and havin' that dough
In the last days when critical times are left
To deal with my grand daddy's endeavors
Whut corrected my errors the first shot came in 91
E.P. done my struggle to label this untouchable foundation
Due in 92 top ten review, respect new when that flew
They 'Reminisce Over You'
Had Marie too, sporting my Nike's at the door
Paper saw the Main Ingredient L.P. in 94
Now it's me the bold coppin' toys for dolo
At ease he'd rather die at his feet than live on his knees
Don't mistake the forest for trees
Off course why try and climb a mountain
A baby walk across in tha military mindset place ya bet
Ya fumbled all those chicks with the bucks off safety
Skirt chasin' what they rate me in this whole rap affair
But when it really comes down to it who cares
Like the tortiosse and the hare ya know the race I run
But ya losin' all the nights, let the rabbit get the gun
Number one wit a bullet and pit named black
It's the best that ever did it on a Pete Rock track
Aye yo, two cool cats who reclaim the name
Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth in this here rap game
But the good news is that there is a crew
Not 5 not 4 not 3 da two
In tha beginning let it be like the record spinning
As a child I stack 45's in a pile blow the dust off
Put it on before I can walk
Play static on my pop dukes automatic
I knew I wasn't average music in my bloodstream
My pops watch his son live his dream
Now as time flew the original classy rock crew
Shine through on streets and avenues
The next chapter you read it MC Shan said it
Got ta give the man behind wheels credit
Yes, yes, y'all BLS and Marley Marl
The Rap Attack put my talents on the map
Now it's Pete Rock for days in tha Basement
As I amaze watch me blow in 98 ways
I specialize in rap DJ and produce wit more
Hot Tracks then Carlos DeJesus
Aye yo, two cool cats who reclaim the name
Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth in this here rap game
But the good news is that there is a crew
Not 5 not 4 not 3 da two
Aye yo, two cool cats who reclaim the name
Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth in this here rap game
But the good news is that there is a crew
Not 5 not 4 not 3 da two
What it look like ain't nothin' changed but the weather
Still riding with C.D.'s and leather roll fives and better
For all that's folded in ya pocket how long it take
To reup and clock it, drop and make a profit
And lay my position with you that we know what to do
And what not to do here's my crew now you get yours to bare witness
It's nothing personal it's business
That's my word which is my bond, behind writing ta step back
And watch it all tighten stop this fighting each other
God knowledge ya wis that ya know who the enemy is furthermore
Don't hide it divide it then X ya squares
To keep them other cats folded like beach chairs
Got an eye on that street aristocrat
Let C.L. show ya where the strengths at
Turn it up right here or just call the cop
'Cuz we on it like this to tha last stop
The next Humphrey Bogart mastering art
Like a jeweler wit a diamond cutter, take'em apart
Don't start whut ya can't finish
When ya bubble wit skills that never diminish
Ya best team against mine is a light scrimmage
So play like Popeye and eat spinach
Aye yo, two cool cats who reclaim the name
Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth in this here rap game
But the good news is that there is a crew
Not 5 not 4 not 3 da two
Aye yo, two cool cats who reclaim the name
Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth in this here rap game
But the good news is that there is a crew
[raekwon]
Wall to wall.. that's my word
I want approximately.. everything you got
The verdict.. that's right
Yo...
Call me the black champion guess down, wanna test now
So let's grab the mack and vest, bless him if he stressed out
Amazin glazin purple haze patients
Blazin asians in mercedes benz stations
Yo moving through the tavern, guns that burn, sons that learn
Stabbin an intern, corporate book of words
Iceatollah motorolas, gun reloaders, broads with rollers
When wet lense stolers, lex glowers who owe us
Call up comissionary gordon, son go warn the warden
That the lord is back, rollin with his sword again
Mix tape, masturbation mate rate plates ice traits
Guns wit bitches jumpin outta white cakes
It's on for real, indeed, lex leonardo
Shells that's hollow, six whipper through the 52 globe of horror
Carry the stainless steel armor
Nurture the church avenue drama, yo, african gold from ghana
Puffin these marijuanas make allah catch alzheimers
Feedin bread to birds yellin fuck old timers
Chorus: raekwon
It's called game, game get ya life kilt, game recognize
Write wills, game slight chills things stay the same
Game, subliminary mill's smash grills night chills
Regardless what pah things won't be the same
Game'll get ya life kilt game rcognize
Write wills, game slighht chills things stay the same
Game, subliminary mill's smash grills night chills
Mic skills baby pah won't be the same
Game
(check this out, one two, yeah yeah this is me p no doubt)
[prodigy]
Segregate those fake punks
Separate the bullshit from the authentic
Vintage rhyme division got the globe listening
My rap scroll belittled your goals and visions
Prohibition got my whole block pissin christians
One-fifty-one dunn'll have you off balance walkin
Don't let your e-motions get involved talkin
To the wrong culprit, the killer be the soft spoken
So what's ya intentions, you want to glow for the moment?
Throw on ya two pennys then you boltin
I rock for the few chosen, who got they third minds open
Write a page that'll engage war and encite fights
Be on the look for the bright lights and north winds
The trumpets be the mics ya size malevolent
You don't be long in my evesight, pee's a powerful soldier
Of the light and things won't be the same
The game's over
Chorus
[ghostface]
Mc ultra high-brolic bank roll alcahol vulture
Garlic balls dice the shield of ocre
Tally ho pitty-pat backgammon pro
Pink salmon five spring rolls know me, you love my intro
Half a face wig sewed together like manhattan chase
Lookin like statue of praise, check behind the drapes
Castor troy layin for travolta mic gun pump
Layin on the floor clark's bleedin watermelon chunks
Hold up... sprinkle the hash, tony chapstick
Snatch rza last piece of fish right off the glass dish
Butter roll beats bagel tracks wavey hair decks
Lay it down straw hat style, butterball crown
Time life investments, when broke I wrote the old testament
Crashed domes now perform excellence
Words with the president, brunch with yeltsin
Gorbachev under meth's nuts, he out in belgium
Six and a half monkeys, twelve nazis
Four disappear, three eight two one flash to thin air
God's replica no wheel drive motionless mind cresica
Tilt the hat like esther
Chorus
[pete rock]
Aiyyo, I rumble into action, son I'm right on target
Legendary status with the way the track started
It's on, at any second with the high stakes
Drama, the game's teeth sharp like pirahana
There's a million style biters who try to create
Make no mistake real niggaz challenge the fake
Most valuable sp-1200 gold medals
Rae progidy ghost rhyme professional
The original, pete rock is like soul on ice
Dynamite with the mic device
Now roll the dic, for the game of death
[tragedy khadafi]
Subliminal thug-ism
Rap mysticism
For all my niggas locked with life in state prison
We combinate, like dime piece and sperm jizm
Queens niggas going to trial, just sit and listen
Fake crooks come in all types of categories
Beat you in the head with lies and war stories
Claiming that they name ring bells in territories
With fat cat, al capone, scarface
Meanwhile they going to trial for rape case
You weak, I punch you in face, cut your face
You halfway, wanna-be thug, stay snitchin'
Latin king, surgery-type with face stichin'
The house game? missle style? play in the kitchen
Allow me a God for real, sallah position
Performers, weak convicts you shouldn't fool wit
They foul, snitchin' on the niggas they went to school wit
But now, you catch them in the club on some smooth shit
Shuh-poww!! blow'em out the frame on some prove shit
I'm not the type of cat you wanna fool wit
It's strange fruit...
Chorus
[tragedy khadafi]
The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit
Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot, it's the truth
[pete rock]
The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit
Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot, it's the truth
[tragedy khadafi]
The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit
Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot, it's the truth
[pete rock]
The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit
Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot, it's the truth
[cappadonna]
A yo, the world plant seeds in my mind, then it's dart time
They used to be crime, scary hours, robberies, and big chrome nines
In park hill, when the cameras don't never be off
I live inside the tv, these words is hot sauce
Put your mind back together, killa bees of course
Church in the studio life you can't abort
Pete rock and don make the world pay child support
You under arrest for giving out stress, I'm not settling for less
Each bags? , midtown, in the wild, wild west
Representin some deep impact
Aluminum wu bat, I got it like dat, slang combat
I plant two seeds in your head, kid stand back...
[chorus]
[pete rock]
What, what, what...
The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit
Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot, it's the truth
[tragedy khadafi]
The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit
Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot, it's the truth
[pete rock]
The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit
Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot, it's the truth
[tragedy khadafi]
The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit
Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot, it's the truth
[sticky fingaz]
Nigga you know better
I blow three thru ya ? sweater
Fuck what you think
I'm bustin you blink
Nigga see me in the club, start ducking and tucking they link
Like I resorted to robbing niggas for table scraps
In the hood we do away with cats
And in the river with throw away the gats
Everywhere I go turn crime scene
Knowhatimean? #!?
Don't make me trip, make me flip
Be so much bloodshed, you think I'm a crip
Even before I signed the contract, always was respected
Couldn't give a fuck if a sold another record
I ain't in it for the cream
As wild as it seem
Battle me and win? hahahah!!!! not in your dreams!!
I'm still a young nigga
Straight up dumb nigga
For no apparent reason, pull out the gun nigga
It's not the drugs nigga
I just a thug nigga
So whatcha wanna swallow,
Your pride or your blood nigga? ? !!? ?
Chorus
[tragedy khadafi]
The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit
Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot, it's the truth
[pete rock]
The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit
Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot, it's the truth
[tragedy khadafi]
The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit
Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot, it's the truth
[pete rock]
The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit
[Kardinal]
Yeah, I see you P'Rrahh
It's Mr. Kardinal, we good
Worry about us, it's Kardinal Offishall
Knahmean, circle niggaz in dis
Y'knahmean, straight from T Dot
Linked up with the grand master of the beats, P'Rrrah
It's the Pete Rock, y-yeah, NY to T Dot
C'mon - yeah, raisin my fist
is like the bat sign, bringin out lyricists
I attract heat, I be the under overground
Microphone magician, subteranean, unindentified
sky-toucher, maneuver the machines
And rip apart MC's and hang 'em from the seams (yeah)
Large nigga seem scary, out in the hood
Shootin tic-tac-toe in your Burberry
For generations, a cold verse killer's been chillin out
Waitin in the cut, spillin out
Hot shit, yeah they feelin me now, cause I linked with Pete
The best at it since Nas and "Illmatic"
Respect is automatic, got it, well hold it
A lot of MC's will need it to pay they rent, sewed it
And eventually fold it (uh-huh) check my resume
I'm like H&R; Block when I rock
Y'all niggaz get the greatest return, plus a 3rd degree burn
when I earn airtime like H. Stern
Kardinal's like a 20 carat diamond
Up in the rough dust, New York check the shinin
I'm intertwinin, line for line combinin
with Mr. Rock rhymin, flowin on time and
Stop your whinin, y'all couldn't let go
since I flowed over the remix of "Grindin'"
[Chorus: Kardinal]
We good (we good) don't worry 'bout us, nigga we good
Kardinal and Pete Rock crank up in the hood
When I'm in the USA, they say "yes DJ"
When Pete's in the blend they say "my nigga come again"
We good (we good) don't worry 'bout us, nigga we good
Kardinal and Pete Rock crank up in the hood
When I'm in J.A. they say "yes DJ"
When I'm in the C-A-N they say "my nigga come again"
[Kardinal]
Yeah what makes the best rapper, ice on the wrist?
Ice on the chain? Ice in the bucket with the Crist'?
Ice grill, iced down, ice inside my frown
Ice start sparklin on the spaghetti strap gown (HU!)
Kardinal, nickname No Gimmicks
Still the nigga to get up in it, rip the place down
Rock a wife beater, show off my belly when I'm ready
The type to drive around on bootleg Pirellis
MC's gettin stuck like clubgoers in Chi-Town
Rip any prick from Brixton to my town
The T Dot, yeah you know me
Bringin back the bad bwoy style, yeah ya owe me
Gun finger in da air, shootin blanks
Thinkin bout the day I can live next to Phil Banks
'Til then, my circle niggaz straight out the hood
Don't worry 'bout us, nigga we good
[Chorus]
We good (we good) don't worry 'bout us, nigga we good
Kardinal and Pete Rock crank up in the hood
When I'm in J.A. they say "yes DJ"
When I'm in Brixton they say "my nigga come again"
[Kardinal]
Yo yo, protect your +Head & Shoulders+ when the Kardinal bust
Boy I take care of two in one shot like +Pert Plus+
Buck buck! Niggaz get dumb live on acetate
Massacre masses of MC's on mixtapes (yup)
Street cats get taken out with street raps
Live from the streets where peeps meet to see a weak nigga see defeat
Y'know, take a week to look back
And reflect on how you can't spit when Kardinal speak
Unique like o-ccasional crackheads
Monster talk to settin off a gourmet verse like rice pilaf
(Fuck off!) I'm great
Save the petty black trash talkin for Ricky Lake
[Chorus]
We good (we good) don't worry 'bout us, nigga we good
Kardinal and Pete Rock crank up in the hood
When I'm in the USA, they say "yes DJ"
When I'm in the C-A-N they say "my nigga come again"
We good (we good) don't worry 'bout us, nigga we good
Kardinal and Pete Rock crank up in the hood
When I'm in J.A. they say "yes DJ"
When Pete's in the blend they say "my nigga come again"
Yo, Terror Squad, Pete Rock collabo'
From git-go, yo yo
Aiyyo it's such a shame
All these dick riders tryin' to corrupt the game
But what it bring, nuttin' but pain
and one in your fuckin' brain
Ain't nuttin' changed since the album I'm still whylin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for this moment
like Phil Collins, for all my life I've been trifer than trifer
Hyper than hype, when fightin' to fight
It's like, tonight is the night
And I ain't even tryin' to let a nigga slide
I've been dyin' to get a gat
I dared to try now prepare to die
I rush your crib like Jehovah's Witness, blow up any
Soldiers, infants, hold up, did you notice my heroic entrance?
I'm so relentless in this field of rap, everything is real in fact
Fully backed by bullies who be peelin' caps
I sack the rapper like linebackers, play my rhyme backwards
You can hear the Devil
Speak his mind with fine graphics
Things get drastic, Express for my plastic
I pack clips, between my nuts and my fat dick
Grab a hold 'cause you never heard a
Verbal murder like this
Cash comes before soul, so watch your shit
Every cat wanna be enormous
Plottin' on the next one
Murder one
Grab a hold 'cause you never heard a
Verbal murder like this
Cash comes before soul, so watch your shit
Every cat wanna be enormous
Plottin' on the next one
Murder one
Aiyyo my whole circle, make you feel it like the color purple
My niggaz comin' through and still hurt you
Wipe y'all Kleenex cats who stay full of germs
We hit Fifth Ave, while y'all still hit Stern's
Don't really care 'bout y'all, really hear 'bout y'all
Yo on our side we do our thing, play the cut
Let the phone ring, Pete Rock connect team
From M-V to L-C, my thugs straight thuggin' it
Snatchin' niggaz out of the booth, unpluggin' it
Strange Fruit, my niggaz live to shoot
Yo it's a strange thing, a nigga never had a suit
Yo so bust what happen?, Remember the unknown's a clap-man
Cat stackin', move out the hood that's in Manhattan
Got big headed, misleaded, then dreaded
Yo the beef deaded, his whole squad afraid to set it
Yo I heard son, son is rockin' iceberg Dunn
Got up out the hood, wouldn't believe that, this cat would
Head mad swollen, flamboyant this man golden
Yo the Senator, crime sinister, John Dillinger
Better respect my words or I'm the minister
What?
Verbally I catch bodies
Let's separate the men from the boys, guru
Verbal attack, Cappadon
Big Pun, Punisher, Noreaga, nore, Pete Rock
Common Sense, com
Yo, we just begun the story, Com, Pun and Nore
Look to the sun for glory as time runs before me
I'm after the day of judgment I'm still before the
Jury, explainin' why I was in a gun orgy
He was fuckin' wit me, I ain't no duckin' MC
With the knowledge there's a little thug blood in me
This stud bumped into me, beef it was fin' to be
My appetite for destruction is finicky
He was an industry type, influenced by magazines and snipes
Rocked Adidas but he had no stripes
I could tell in high school that he had no fights
Hold dick better than he hold mics
He spiked his punchlines
With current events, called for backup
Like one time when he heard it was Sense
That deliver words with intents to kill
Whether the hip-hop type, country rapper, or big wheel
I peeled some raps back, that peeled his cap back
Fucker thought I was Abstract
Now his life is backtracked
In the center of the party
His crew identified the body
Left him signin' the wait-list sayin'
"I can't take this fake shit"
Yo, Yo
Big Pun, Noreaga
Com Sense for the nine eight
[Black Ice]
Hey yo
When you look at me and my brothers what's your first impression
Does the sight of us leave you guessin or do you understand the stressin
The aggression, the look of no hope on me and my niggaz faces
Like the lord overlooked us when he handed down his graces
You see embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers
Still stuck in the walls of the project halls where the coke smell still lingers
External blingers is all we can be cause on the inside we been given nothin to shine on
And a record deal's harder to get than coke, so my niggaz get they grind on
Cause the TV tells us, aim high nigga, make all goals lateral
But see that takes paper that we don't have so, niggaz put they souls up as collateral
Now, some niggaz reclaim 'em, some blame 'em, make an excuse to sell 'em
But when a nigga goes from not doin to doin, what can you tell him?
Not to be a nigga? Shit I gots to be a nigga, that's how I pay the bills
And I'ma do that whether I got to sling this coke or exploit these rhyme skills
See America makes you an opportunist, and at the same time they institutionalize you
So the fact that niggaz get, big record deals
big money and go to jail shouldn't surprise you
That's what lies do, you see most of these guys
do have raw talent just an infinitile education
So the business feed you all the weed and ecstasy
and a little bit of paper to provide some pacification
from all the bullshit frustration they serve you
Meanwhile they corrupt your perception of what the real is
See they takin all our businessmen, and givin 'em the mindsets of drug dealers
Took all our messengers, made 'em rappers
just flappin they jaws afraid to admit their treason
Took all our soldiers for the cause, made 'em killers for no reason
And bein fucked up, well that's in this season
So, if you're negative you're positive, and if you're positive you're called a hater
But I maintain control of my soul cause I know it gets greater later
And I told y'all the last show shit, a nigga no hater, I just know what the truth is
Been intertwined in this puddin for 'bout a year now so I know where the proof is
See, it lines these midtown Manhattan skyscrapers
where former hustlers like myself sign papers
and pull off fucked capers like, 16 infamous stars of the time
They got us choppin and, baggin and
servin that shit to niggaz 16 bars at a time now
The crime is undetectable by the feds
cause in heads of our kids is where the track is
And music is potent it's straight to the soul
so it's much more addictive than crack is
Now, the high is just an illusion all lies and confusion
But to feel that rush just once, my young bucks'll go through it
So in essence, they still floodin the streets with the thugs, drugs and the killing
They just usin these record labels to do it
Takin our hearts off demos, puttin us in limos
tryin to fuck up divine direction
But, young black men have been trained to chase money
and pussy, so we fall victim to our own erection
And begin to convince ourselves we're on our way somewhere where we're not goin
But ignorance is bliss and niggaz love this so, niggaz take pride in not knowin
We not growin, nigga I give a fuck how slick you flowin
if you ain't showin nuttin to these kids or addin nuttin positive to the earth
Black Ice been destined to touch the world ever since I was born
To be real, fuck a record deal, God gives me what I'm worth
This I dedicate to the girl I rate
As a ten then again she was probably an eight
Her ass was kinda phat so she moved me yo
When I scoped out her mental was straight said let's roll
Stared this shorty everynight and everyday
On the rebound around left right and hey
I'm a critical brother when it comes down to broads
But this wop here is like the grammy awards
Had style and grace and class a lot of taste
On a slow dance we romance around my place
Like a king from queens is how she made me feel
And if I did dirt it was locked and sealed
No doubt was all about me and my love thing
If the phone called paul I was lettin it ring
Absolutely, she looped me the hook was good
Niggaz buggin on me buggin in my neighbor hood
Yeah boss, but on course is my game plan and
Shorty wop keep me chillin with the name brand
Kicks and whips, going all out chicks, flicks and tours
Yeah you know who you is kid truly yours
This I dedicate to the mixtapes I hate
Exclusive shit it really holds no weight
Put ya skills on the plate backspin to eighty-eight
Now this I dedicate to a girl I hate
Try to post fly with ya mabeline eye
Sportin dkny working on ya alibi
Immitation at best miss american express
Dismiss the charge, kool g rap and large pro
Here to let you know were not the mens
I'm through with you but still talk ta ya friends
Don't stop to say hi or even reply
The position is filled with fresh new material
Keep ya head up, catch some black cat luck
Sped off in my truck not givin a fuck
Lookin at my front door, it's locked and closed
So I use the window for all you ninety-eight hoes
Ave yo go head hood rat
I can't see where ya any good at
Put that trash back on tha rack
You a put back a stripper
Just like a chicken peckin wherever wood at
You sewer rat better be careful where you step ya foot at
You might get snapped, caught in the trap
Sneekin bout a cheese stack so sewer that and ease back
You fleece that it's g rap many cats wanna be that
Better believe that iced up, find me where it's below zero degrees at
Skis at see the g stack puffin on scarface and garcia vegas
G rap and pete rock we bond papers
Both of us together we bomb makers bottles of dom breakers
Many mansions on farm acres pushin porsches with four doors
Diamonds with no flaws with the pretty mamas
On beaches of bahama shores
Pinky ring is like a stone age without the dinosaurs
Your highness, live from the bricks, one six
Pete Rock bang your head, break the drumsticks
Verbal assault, rhymes rippin' through the mix
Specialist, with the smash hits that can flip
Savagely attack this, clash with, accurate aim
Spark the flame, burn this inside the vein
Ride tracks like the Soul Train, hold ya brain
In the state of shock, make 'em drop hits of cocaine
I bang with the big boys, those who hold name
Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains
I swing blades, best bring grenades against
A tru master, way beyond your freshman attempts
Spit rounds on the floor, evidence of the war
It's on 'til the death, 'til we settle the score
You can never measure, to the standard, of the most
Popular demanded, rap classics
Pop corks while the style knock your tops off
Ghetto summer jam's got the streets blocked off
Plots to knock me off get stopped short
Armed with my thoughts, move the world with an unknown force
Aiyyo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell toed Adidas
Original rap with new school leaders
(True)
Graffiti art names with fat gold chains
Shock the world cousin, while hip-hop remains
I'm a true master, you can check my credentials
Master in the MC field
Master, preacher, poet, a teacher
From the master from the master
Yo I drop jewels like hail, rap rides the third rail
Transmit def styles with sign language in braille
In hot pursuit of Donald Trump rap loot
Produce what you feel with Navy Seal mic troops
Spark the S-P, slaughter, Pete Rock of Gibraltar
Miraculous lyrics that tread water
A rap nigga, show respect, write rhymes that connect
Collaborate, break bread with Kurupt and Deck
Keep my feet blessed, fresh with the Scottie Pippen's
In the game of life, I play all positions
Stop look and listen, total package, yes a true master
Produce rhymes, slang hits faster
The master of the game, solo artist by name
Paint the masterpiece that lies inside the frame
Passionate bright colors, the number one Soul Brother
All eyes on us, guard your grill and take cover
Aiyyo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell toed Adidas
Original rap with new school leaders
(True)
Graffiti art names with fat gold chains
Shock the world cousin, while hip-hop remains
I'm a true master, you can check my credentials
Master in the MC field
Master, preacher, poet, a teacher
From the master from the master
I'm the epicenter of this natural disaster
I'm disastrous with smashes, cold and hot flashin'
Masters of self, a whole carload of explosives
Like Zorro your host is
Death with the intellect from wizards to warlocks
I'm sore ock, I'm raw ock with four glocks, smallpox
More ways to get paid, more ways to display
More rhymes to say, more AK's to spray
God is good growin' up in the hood
Done some things bad, done some things good
Me and Pete is like rhymes to chemicals, clash
Atom bombs to mustard gas
We intervene, I break ya, take ya to a whole difference scene
AR-15's and beams Got em jumpin, like
I swallowed a gang of jumpin' beans
Explode and reload, we dumps machines
Radical in war, Kurupt's a mad star
I'm a hard dogg, raw dogg, hog with the gold paw
Dogg Pound Gangstaz
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta
Inspectah Deck and Kurupt and Pete Rock to drop the beat
Masters of art
Be the sharpest motherfucker
With the beats, with the rhymes
[pete rock]
Aiyyo, check this one out
Somethin smooth
Calm you down
Check out the story
Ya know what I mean? 1998
It's vinia on the hook up
Pete rock
Aiyyo, a type love story, with the guts and glory
Yes a high priced shorty, dollar signs when you saw me
Havin naughty intentions witcha
Rear suspension, a star, the first convention
Got the camera's attention, I mentioned no names
I guess times changed from the subway trains
To the first class planes, still the same type of freak
In the penthouse suite, and rendezvous to meet
I guess we goin deep cover you still got the hunger
For the chocolate boy wonder, back to the days of thunder
Thighs and light eyes, caramel surprise
Soft skin and healthy size, I'm just that type of guy
Fly and cool, ms. jamaica at the pool
Takin her to school, debate the golden rule
Only fools fall fast, sellin out for the cash
But this love's gotta last from the ash to the dust
Build trust, beyond the lust, kick back
And split a dutch, chill out and tell tales and such
You're mind blowin
Chorus: vinia mojica
Mind blowin, decision
Causes head-on collision
You know it
And I know it
That you need me, I want you
[pete rock]
Yo, a ghetto superstar, got a taste for caviar
So far, you're up to par, with the luxury car
The lex or the benz, connect with your friends
Once again in the lens tryin to follow the trends
From tens to hundreds, designer tight threads
And strong black dreads, catch the "ooh" from the heads
("you see that dime kid? ")
Yo a med school grade, my pen still on the pad
Remembering, what we had, fubu past the fad of lugz and thugs
Now we sip each other's wine on persian rugs
Givin love and backrubs
In tubs with the bubbles, carefree from the struggle
I like your new muscle, so appealing to my hustle, to knock
It's the one and only pete rock
Got a lock on this lady might even make a baby
No time to act shady, it's strictly for the ladies
Mind blowin
Chorus
[pete rock]
Aiyyo, playin trivial pursuit, with lottery loot
Feedin me grapes and fruit in your birthday suit
Parachute over paris, you way above average
Type built for marriage, with twins in the carriage
Thank aladdin for the wish and deep fry fish
There's no way we can miss (swish!) it's all good
When we back in the hood, twistin trees with no wood
When I was stressed out, you always understood
To my legend, no question, you're the answer
With the legs of a dancer, can't refuse a jolly rancher
Born a cancer zodiac, with features that attract
Causin cardiac arrest, no stress, take my hands
And caress your chest, sleep and dream about the rest
When it comes to beauty girl it's no contest
Grab ahold of yourself, and, open your eyes
Get wise to my exercise and realize
We got one life to live baby, just one
We only got one life to breeze, see us live through our seeds
One two, one two
I'd like to (what) introduce myself
You know who it is - it's Skillz
We, are, hip, hop
Uhh, uhh, let's go, c'mon
[Skillz]
Yo, they say I'm too cocky when I'm rappin
I say that I say what I say just so I can see they reaction
And my response when they askin - shut the fuck up nigga!
I wrote your record, I'm the reason you braggin
Y'all dudes not thugs, you 8 deep in the Coupe
That's not gangsta, that's a movin group hug
I can not be seen - I got a team
that'll spit bars and leave SARS on your pap screen
If it's the best then I'm above it
To spit game sick trick, it's no wonder y'all love it
You ain't even seen the best of it (nope)
Don't play wit'cha life nigga cause I'll add a -less at the end of it
Sell lives and y'all lie to sell
Without lies, your whole album would be borin as hell
I don't fail, dimes I bag and bail
And I done ran through more checks than Frank Avedale
[Chorus: Pete Rock]
Yo, this goes out to DJ's and MC's
Unlock real hip-hop, Rock holds the key
Magnificent, Skillz on the mic sound tight
Gotta, hit the stage then release the rage
New York to VA we crash the gate
Pete Rock and Mad Skillz collaborate
[Skillz]
Uhh, yo, yo
Cats, say I ain't mad, but I'm master menace
And y'all dudes will not eat until we get finished
And when that happens it's too late (uhh) cause after that
I'ma snatch your meal and then break the plate
I'm sick of hearin how y'all spit it
Hit send after you say your verse nigga, cause I don't get it
Outflowin these pros is gettin old
I'd swear I was in a marathon with some five-year-olds
What's bad for y'all, is that we won't stop
With that VA swingin that Mount Vernon knock
And when it hit the block it's called instant heat
Aiyyo Pete we done stumbled on a masterpiece!
It's called "One MC, and One DJ"
It's a match made in heaven like Snoop and Dre
And we, here to stay so y'all better get it right
We the future like LeBron, y'all the past like Mike
[Chorus]
[Skillz]
Uhh, yo, yo
Now who you know that wanna fuck with Skillz?
You better rethink your answer nigga and get real
If you think you can outstick me then your boy I'll bet
Cause I ain't met a motherfucker who can do that yet
Who came out - and put VA on the map (you)
Who still make jaws hit the floor when he rap
Y'all better switch occupations..
I'm the last nigga to spit acapella and get a standing ovation
On the real, who gon' stop me?
Plus I'm on MTV now, so I done got real cocky
On some rock star shit, go it alone
Pick a rollin stone and I ain't even holdin the chrome
Leave the soldier alone, huh - don't get mad at your chick
if you see my pic when you unfoldin her phone
On the real, y'all know how Skillz get down
He say what he feel and he don't give a fuck who's around
[peter gunz]
I started with, 'the new york niggaz got crazy game'
And drove the whole motherfucking world insane
I been rolling with my man p.r. since the c.l.
This is my favorite rap producer nigga on the dl
From mount vern to bx flossin in the g.s.
Switchin lanes tossin made game to your bitch
Playing the averix? and the pepe's
No shirt on your girl sweat me and i'ma hit it if she let me
I got my man pete on the co and that's my dark side
For y'all niggaz that don't know the red bone player
Niggas in the bronx call me mayor
Maybe because they know I never pay her
Look in your girl phone book it leaves you speechless
Open my number - instead of peter reads peaches
Can't be reached beacause I'm reachless none'll lease this
A fact that I'm black and breechless money peep this
Ya see even on my block I got to watch my back
Because certain sheisty motherfuckers know I'm rolling with shaq
And plus I am tall and slim with the joker grin
I bet ya girl knows nigga who the fuck I am
One two rock the house
Come on help me turn it out
I'm getting down for mine so get down for yours
Sending this one out rock steady no doubt
Repeat
[lord tariq]
Yo fuck whut them niggaz said there ain't no end to my road
Of yellow bricks being sold to keep me out of the cold
And it's a pity my lingo causes quakes in new york city
Many cases got acquitted cause my lawyer's far from shitty
Henney rock sippin city block rippin through your vest
Guess who bring your best crew and your techs too
Cause I gets much liver lord tariq
I'm one of the fiercest 85ers kicks no jiver
Because I am a survivor and my rhymes are legal tender
Giving your bitch ass something to remember
So do not return to sender as you enter the lord's house of prayer
Bow down and say it m.b.p. because I'm your money boss player
I got mad bonanza money marks franc and yen
Enough power to take your crew of soldiers flunk 'em in the end
Who you is and where you been nigga frontin on the run
But it's done I call you son cause you act like one ... whut
Chorus 2x
[pete rock]
Aye yo world premier uptown in riot gear
Hall of fame plus all-star game rap career
Got the golden gloves all my niggaz show love
It's pete rock y'all same as it ever was
In the basement treats and prolific beats
Hardcore for the streets take no defeats
My state of the art I demonsrate with heart
Super rap heroes and legendary parks
We battle for a name graffiti tag the "a" train
Rock steady blood flows deep in the veins
So inject the dope inhale the smoke
Fine tune ya scope for the great black hope
Is back on the scene with the ill team
Open your eyes for hip hop's visine ... clear va vision
[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!
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
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
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 delay, 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
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
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
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 [Incomprehensible], 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
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
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
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
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
Y'all don't want beef
No y'all don't want that
Get caught up in these streets
Ain't no second time to appreciate
Ain't no second time to appreciate
Ain't no second time to appreciate
Ain't no second time to appreciate
Ain't no second time to appreciate
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, let's 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
Ain't no second time to appreciate
To the fans and to all my people that supported us
Ain't no second time to appreciate
To the mama and the daddy and everything they taught us
Ain't no second time to appreciate
Tell them kids they gotta stay in school or ride with us
Ain't no second time to appreciate
When it all goes down, baby, all we got is us
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
Ain't no second time to appreciate
To the fans and to all my people that supported us
Ain't no second time to appreciate
To the mama and the daddy and everything they taught us
Ain't no second time to appreciate
Tell them kids they gotta stay in school or ride with us
Ain't no second time to appreciate
When it all goes down, baby, all we got is us
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
Ain't no second time to appreciate
To the fans and to all my people that supported us
Ain't no second time to appreciate
To the mama and the daddy and everything they taught us
Ain't no second time to appreciate
Tell them kids they gotta stay in school or ride with us
Ain't no second time to appreciate
I travel the land with the SP in my hand
Rock from New York, London and Japan
It's time to take command expand to higher lands
P.H. the next man not in da plans
I'm dead serious like as in response I hit niggaz in the head
P.R. the thoroughbred comes through intellectual
I rap lyrical, always on da humble and sometimes I'm spiritual
Hands down accept any mans challenge
I strive and keep the competition off balance
Da fruits of my talent is this it's simple
I drop science on the instrumental
I take seven ill drums put 'em in a line
And add seven more snares to make it combine
It'll take seven more horns before I start to rhyme
Now that twenty-one beats made up at the same time
I was bound ta shine haters get left behind
Ain't no time for them, stamp my name on rap
Perhaps you hear da words from pay next sequel
Part two something for tha people
I'm still number one
Now I appear return ten years the pioneer
Deliver action thrillers that explode in ya ear
Compensate for all the ups and downs in my career
Stop the small talk my focus remains clear
Should have won a nobel prize for thoughts and ideas
Critcally acclaimed while some of y'all cats in tha game for fame
Fame lives in my name Pete Rock it's simple and plain
Check it simply stressing it soon to start chin checking kids
God protected, so I'm selected to orchestrate the next great
And create, contemplate the world's fate P.R. the heavyweight
Put these thoughts in ya mind while we on the topic
You can tell I'm still on it by the way I rock it
Full swing introduce the ninety-eight product
Niggaz talk the gossip but they ain't got shit
I'm number one
This goes out to deejays and emcees
Unlock real hip-hop, Rock holds the key
Magnificient ya style is irrelavent
I'll flip the bass and erase any trace of sample evidence
Trust a few men within this circle of thieves
Single out the enemy with ease
Earned every stripe on my sleeve
The five star general keep it moving ya rap needs improvement
So here's a lesson ta learn, lyrics under fire burn third degree
And my steez is making hot tracks for G's
World famous, salute my capabilities with 21 guns and ammunition
The SP runs 91 rounds precision on target with this rap bullet
First string team in position
The medal of honor hanging from my neck swinging
I'm still number one
Over the globe again from the realm of illadelph
The planet overwhelmed yo just brace yaself
Ya wanna go against me first face yaself I pose threat
To whoever within ya commonwealth the top ten
I'm crushing ya crap concoction
To the utmost examine this upclose it's shockin
Now mic droppin is only ya option
Here come the spliff scientist in the flesh have you forgotten
His excellency the most poetically inventive official hip hop shit
That's ya incentive to cop this actual fact and not the likeness
'cause possibly clones 'd try to do it like this
Fathom this lyrically fabulous vocabulist
Hold mic like four fifth and lick shot somewhat like pete
Malik rock think not I don't smoke I just sleep drink and eat
Think pot and I want the top a vehicle that brakes
God I want the top a vehicle that brinks got composing
To the ink sock my hip hop is wild megawatts
Continue with forever exist and never stop
Yo whut up whatever ock we can thicken tha plot because
And it's time for that and it's about that time
It's time for that and it's about that time
Rob 0 it's time for that and it's about that time
Pete rock it's time for that and it's about that time
Black thought it's time for that and it's about that time
[rob o]
I'm rob 0 what, energize like a power plant blow speakers
Without an amp do things these wack rappers can't
And start again 33 rpm the hearts of men
Are cold like the steel I hold on microphones
Let my words express move men like chess
My mic will stand erect like projects
It's drastic top draft pick in this rap shit
You just a fraction caught up in tha midst of action
My catalog is current events breath the contents
What I move crowds for local events the show stopper
98 feature spot rocker rob odendo
Now every mc wanna mention me out of envy
Unofficially top of the charts I played my part
Held it down from the start you know the m.o.
Yeah yeah rob odendo
Chorus
[pete rock]
Yo it's the capital p book rhymes of the century
Speak rap line essientially on tha m-i-c
I hold the mic appliance like science
My competitors and clients worldwide as my words coincide
With real life think twice transmit like true lies
It's televised take my manuscripts out of context
Who want next situation is complex
Stop the nonsense it's 98 time to set the record straight
Separate movers and shakers from those that hesitate
Ya featherweight name carry weight in every state
Ya name brand no frills niggaz is marinate
It's pete rock new world innovator
Crush immitators five years since the creator
It's nuff said as I paint the town red and move ahead
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
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 laid back 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
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
From the basics and warm, weather places
Dedicated to the brothers that never made it
Cut short, they prime read life between the lines
Photographed by rhymes yo it's hard times
All across the nation cold points of frustration
Created hot joints of illustration
Concentrate while stakes are high falling victim to the lie
Keep a sharp eye there's a steady supply of hate in the air
To them cats who stare the ice grill with the glare
But everything is fair in the city the sheisty the shiftee
I'n the epitomee of a raw deal now carry a sword and shield
And walk with a forcefield for real I overcame the odds
And got the hell out of dodge soul survivor of the war
And master in charge
Everyday I see the same ol' things
But my true and real live nigga keep on risin
And it's a shame but business never changes
And my crew knows what to do they're soul surviving
And if I die...
I watched the whole world from the side of my eye
I seen a lot of cats die and evil men lie
On the road to riches in pursuit of my wishes
It's a close call between friends and snitches
On the low the game brought moments of pain
Strong emotions plus the hardships of fame
No need to live forever just keep some type of cheddar
A buttersoft leather to rock in cold weather
Times are mad real official like the seal
Try to understand what I feel
My word to the wise it's where ya heart lies
Keep your biz straight far from family ties
I'm the illest soldier that represents the culture
Dignified bywords like fresh, fly and ultra
Champion heroics and passionate poets
Flashback to the future let it self focus
Everyday I see the same ol' things
But beautiful black sisters keep risin
And it's a shame but business never changes
And my crew knows what to do they're soul surviving
And if I die...
Still in basement for four years arranging
Lyrics and beats my first lote engagement
It's outstanding the boy wonder's back in the world
By popular demanding on top commanding
My own destiny go ahead try to test me
I been living right so expect no less g
Got positive reaction and affirmative action
The soul survivor guaranteed satisfaction
Everyday I see the same ol' things
But my true and real live people keep on risin
And it's a shame but business never changes
And my crew knows what to do they're soul surviving
And if I die...
And if I die before I wake I pray go God my soul to take
My crew knows what to do they're soul surviving
And if I die before I wake I pray to God my soul to take
[Pete Rock scratching "The Lords! "]
[DoItAll:]
DoItAll home ladies & gentleman here we go
Move through the urban streets 4x4
When the terrain is rough I put the pedal to floor
I'm too fast for ya'll, y'all escargot
Pardon my demeanor but my walk is more meaner
And I kick on track heel toe ballerina
But I ain't no dancer, I spread like cancer
If you askin' about hip hop then DoItAll's the answer
Pete do you hear how I'm talking to these youngsters?
Born a nice guy but now I'm so such a monster
Lord Gang in the building, all run for cover
Pete Rock's so clever & Lords here forever
Put that all together watch us flow like rivers
This here thing gone stop? It will never!
I'm a say this like this cause this how I see it
It's Lords & Pete Rock We the best kept secret!
[Chorus: Pete Rock adlibbing]
Keep it to your yourself if your listening, Lords move your body like adrenaline
Pete Rock please bring the rhythm in cause ain't nobody out there quivelin'
The secret, the secret, the secret, we the secret
The secret, the secret, the secret, the best secret!
[Mr. Funke:]
This is Lord Gang, planet of the apes
Here to serve niggas run & get your plates
This is Funke man let's get it straight
I'm still nice so if you a hater then hate
Me & words work together like osmosis
Make it hard to breathe like you got tuberculosis
Why they call you Funk man? C'mon you all should know this
Cause I breathe funke simple chronic
Haletosis, there will never be another like me
For years I've watched niggas tryna spit like me
Yeah I hear you dog (Even try to riff like me!)
I'm raps Eddie Kane, you biters are all lame
When did it become cool to share names?
Haven't told the rules or parametes, who are these amateurs?
Posing for cameras, looking like idiots
This used to be glamorous, what an embarasment
[Chorus]
[Pete Rock:]
Been on a lotta tours, seen a lotta whores
Groupies frontin' like good girls but really whores
Recieve a round of applause after remarkable feats
I use the MPC to make y'all this heat
My name's Pete & I make the crowd rock
And I like moving in the whip with a loud knock
This is why, this is why, this is why I'm hot
I'm not MIMS but music's been my savior
Let 'em reminisce or give them something to saviour
Or for nonsense they captivated
The whole damn music industry is saturated
And looking back on them years, yup
I'm glad I made it, I reminisce I reminisce
Yeah I'm glad I made it now that's my favorite
Only to tell these dudes what's real
Cause half of these dudes that's real these dudes that squeal
And the life is I'll, so don't take it for granted
I thank the most high God for my son on the planet
[Chorus]
[Pete Rock scratching Lords]
"Underground's my style! "
"The Lords! " [x4]
"Underground's my style! "
Get your drank on, get your smoke on
Get your dance on, skin tight pants on
Get your party on, get your holla on
Doogie-dance, lil' mama, get your party on
Get your groove on, get your yak on
If you game tight, playa, get your mack on
Get your thug on, get your buzz on
But don't forget we livin' in a warzone
Bouncers actin' like cops in the club
Mother fuck around and get dropped in the club
They don't play enough 2Pac in the club
The industry done made too pop in the club
That nigga don't need no mink in the club
15 Dollas for a drink in the club?
Got it like a fuckin precinct in the club
What do these motherfuckers think in the club, come on
Whole lotta ass in the club
Ballaz spend a lotta cash in the club
Whole lotta dro gettin' passed in the club
But them cameras got the zone blasted in the club
I don't even bring ID to the club
Why they need to know my government name in the club?
I ain't got no paper for a bar in the club
I already got drunk fore I came in the club, come on
Get your drank on, get your smoke on
Get your dance on, skin tight pants on
Get your party on, get your holla on
Doogie-dance, lil' mama, get your party on
Get your groove on, get your yak on
If you game tight, playa, get your mack on
Get your thug on, get your buzz on
But don't forget we livin' in a warzone
Everybody act like thugs in the club they get drug in the club
Blowed like Shyne in the club lost they mind in the club
Puffin off like thugs in the club
Spendin' up yo whole paycheck in the club
Don't get no respect in the club niggaz sell dro in the club
But we can't blow in the club that's why I don't go in the club
Get your drank on, get your smoke on
Get your dance on, skin tight pants on
Get your party on, get your holla on
Doogie-dance, lil' mama, get your party on
Get your groove on, get your yak on
If you game tight, playa, get your mack on
Get your thug on, get your buzz on
But don't forget we livin' in a warzone
Whole lotta ass in the club
Ballaz spend a lotta cash in the club
Whole lotta dro gettin' passed in the club
But them cameras got the zone blasted in the club
I don't even bring ID to the club
Why they need to know my government name in the club?
I ain't got no paper for a bar in the club
I already got drunk fore I came in the club, come on
Forget about the world outside in the club
You can run but you can't hide in the club
Dance to the government lies in the club
Fuck that, party all night in the club
Still dames got no rights in the club
Party by the disco lights in the club
We spend a lotta cash in the club
But we don't got it on smash in the club 'cause
(Come on)
Get your drank on, get your smoke on
Get your dance on, skin tight pants on
Get your party on, get your holla on
Doogie-dance, lil' mama, get your party on
Get your groove on, get your yak on
If you game tight, playa, get your mack on
Get your thug on, get your buzz on
But don't forget we livin' in a warzone
Everybody's girlfriend's eating in the club
Everybody's boyfriend's eating in the club
Niggaz got a shank in a boot in the club [unverified]
Ready to cut a secret ID from the hands in the club [unverified]
Like what is corrupt in the club niggaz buy weed in the club
Crackers buy coke in the club
Get high in the club then die in the club
But they gotta bring identify in the club
If you see me in the club give a pound and a hug
Show love I'm just another thug in the club
But you can't rub me the wrong way
We can get it one, sho nuff, in the club
We can take it out in the club what's it all about, nigga what?
Why the fuck I came in the club get fucked up in the club
Loose a lot of blood in the club why the fuck I came in the club?
Get your drank on, get your smoke on
Get your dance on, skin tight pants on
Get your party on, get your holla on
Doogie-dance, lil' mama, get your party on
Get your groove on, get your yak on
If you game tight, playa, get your mack on
Get your thug on, get your buzz on
[Raekwon:]
Yo man get ya ass in here man
You know the fuckin' police lookin' for you man?
Come on man, them niggaz just left here man
Come on man you know we got mad fuckin' blow up in the motherfuckin' lab son
This nigga's off the hook man, Yo Chef talk to these niggaz man
[Raekwon:]
We baggin' ounces in the back of the Maz'
Ostrich on, Wollriches, three Quarter-ness
A.D.I.D.A.S. with' Stan Smith's the grants on the stove
And Aunt Lo about to come to the Lab-o
She givin' me some credit for clothes
That's the slang work for bricks, dicks analyze
You never know who lookin' it's deranged world
With' snitches is enterprisin' black man hold on
Like magnums in the wind cause when it get cold
Parole give a homey like ten
What's the prognosis? : drugs, guns, and ounces
Of gold fish fly reefer out-town, bitches is stone six
And birds back in 18 and played C.R.E.A.M gray beam
It's lean new A.D.I.D.A.S jackets
Flippin' up small dean visualizin' portraits
Fresh cuts brand new Porsche's going with hand-to-hand
Servin' the source yo, runnin' from the police
This day-to-day lifestyle where niggaz get arraigned & get chain
It's like cycle-blaow!
[Chorus: Pete Rock]
Drug dealers, stars & celebrities (ghetto celebs)
Even dudes with a few felonies (a few felonies)
In the PJ's this what they tellin' me (tellin' who?)
Sniffin' real hard but you not smellin' me (smell me)
The crowd yellin' for Chef, Killa & Pete Rock (Pete Rock)
Got 'em movin' like the millenium beat box (beat box)
Shit is all hood 'till they hear the heat cock (Whoo!)
Fall back & let the beat rock
[Masta Killa:]
Degrees of experience qualifies me to speak in certain areas where many can't reach
So I prepared a speech for y'all to then listen while I spit the hot venomous shit
My whole clique sick, infested with' the itchy tigger finger mob related Noodle-leanie
Universal flag Beanie, Son you wouldn't want to see me black down
Masta .4 pound clip full of hollow tip
Round turn the fuckin' sound up, my cup runneth over Hennessey
The Bill Bixby Ninja Scroll, niggaz that roll
My son did four in the hole, tenant population, neva told, facin' parole
Sipped the old gold style, beat it in trial
My mild-mannered .9 Bandit, flow drunk look at skunk weed
Stickin' razor sharp rip 'em, bites lift 'em we at the jam direct
The Ghetto Gospel, collaboration
Nine word could change the nation, no doubt!
[Chorus]
[Raekwon:]
Tuna salad & Puma rackets pushin' through the projects
Captain get your money yo show me no slackin
We drive the meanest Joints shoot through Medina with' a Evisu jeans
And ninas stop by juniors we hittin' cheeba briefly
Crackers observe you got the undercovers, niggaz just love us
We know that they suckers, you know what? - What? Mosey don't be nosey yo!
Watch these fake niggaz with' these thank you cards them shits is bogey
Snitches in the hood up to no good
We would kill a lot of motherfuckers but the timin' ain't good
So while my bankroll climbin' I be out on consignment
Breezin' Ki's with 29 letter melted cheeses
All of my papers now in real estate white folks
Been doin' this since '69 It's billions & killer weight
So prosperous moves with' the jewels, with Wu Nikes on
It's cool don't eva act like niggaz ain't who (?) One!
[Chorus]
[Raekwon:]
Yeah! We just sit back in the Luxury Toasters
Slidin' through the motherfuckin' projects
Stand away from you fake ass motherfucker's
Layin' up in the barbershops gettin' fucked up cuts
We don't respect y'all (respect y'all)
Knaw'sayin'? This is Shala Louis Rich, Pete Rock, Masta Killa, The Vatican
One! I'm gone
"Well this next number I'm gonna dedicate to my barber
Cause he been trimming me for the last past 3 years"
[Pete Rock:]
Ugh here we go again, ugh my nigga Rell, Pete Rock 07, yeah sing it
[Chorus: Rell & Pete Rock adlibbing]
Well now that's what I'm talkin' about
That's all I really need in my life
Is your beautiful face & good music to take us through the night
Well now that's what I'm talkin' about
So everybody put 'em up in the air & let the records play
So we can lose it somethin' up in here
[Pete Rock:]
At the end of the show we gon' grab a bite to eat
Mad at your man it's alright to cheat baby girl
Lemme make you feel better rub your back
Your feet give a lil' cheddar when we get together
Your worries go away, anything that you want
I go & get today put it on my bill maybe
Even my name people play a lot but it's not a game
Relationships the same & people interacting
Got a little more attention when I started rapping
She left me a voicemail & text
Then she came right out & said she wanted some sex
I said boo my love is unconditional
Kinda like Lauryn Hill's it's unintentional
Not a epic saga or a motion picture we gon party tonight
Because tomorrow I'll miss ya
[Chorus]
[Pete Rock:]
Put your drink down & hit the dance floor
The way these chicks look I wanna dance raw
We could do it, until they turn the lights on
We could do it, until they play the right song
We could do it, 'till everbody's gone
Need a little time for us to be alone, seen the way you shake it
Now I wanna hear you moan, stop acting immature
Talkin' about you grown, when it's time to get it crackin'
Just make sure you ready don't be acting all scary
Like you just seen Freddy, baby girl it won't hurt
Like Biggie Smalls said "Miss what's under that skirt? "
It's a lotta pretty ladies that I seen on the daily
Nice soap bubbles & cuter than Halle Berry
I'm not here to ice grill or gun fight, just enjoy yourself & love life
[Chorus]
[Rell:]
That's what I'm talking about
That's what I'm talking about, me & you working it out
Sippin' on drinks no doubt, that's what I'm talking about
Put 'em up in the sky, baby girls
It's alright
Zone out now one two yo this goes out to all coasts
East coast, West coast and all across the nation worldwide
Know what I mean? Relax kick your feet up
Spark one let me show you how it's done, blow lady
Sunrise starts the day
Lay back ease your pain
Don't sweat simple things
Take your time do your thing
As grains of sand pass from hand to hand
I watch time stand still I'm just one man
That's out for all so all should be for one
Grew up on the drum with the J.B., uh
The son, who spun the record that his pop's collected
Went on to create and perfect the unexpected
Funky beat sound watch the family get down
Slide with the right and give cousin a pound
Watch the young ones play and think back in the day
When fresh was the style, plus the word to say
It's all love now, let me show you how
To take time out and show you what life's about
Take your time, walk the line, just a matter of time
Take your time, walk the line, just a matter of time
Take your time, walk the line, just a matter of time
Wo oh, just a matter of time
Feel the flow and let it go
Unwind, relax your mind
Stay a while, take your time
Bet you'll find, peace of mind
With a douse of soul, I'm back in control
My goal sees the world pass from young to old
Unfold a new tale, see yourself on scale
2000 the year my black people prevail
Yo straight up and down I got love for this son
Nine years in the mix and if time permits
I'll continue to make my melody for the tapes
And walk the fine line between love and hate
Take your time, walk the line, just a matter of time
Take your time, walk the line, just a matter of time
Take your time, walk the line, just a matter of time
Wo oh, just a matter of time
Take your time, walk the line, just a matter of time
Take your time, walk the line, just a matter of time
Take your time, walk the line, just a matter of time
Wo oh, just a matter of time
Take your time, walk the line, just a matter of time
Take your time, walk the line, just a matter of time
Take your time, walk the line, just a matter of time
Wo oh, just a matter of time
Take your time, walk the line, just a matter of time
Take your time, walk the line, just a matter of time
Take your time, walk the line, just a matter of time
[The intro is a clip interviewing reggae artist Peter Tosh]
[Reporter:]
Peter? What's a bumba claat how you say it?
[Peter Tosh:]
Bumboclaat, bumba claat is one of Jamaica's password
One of the most highest potential of culture that relieves the spells of evil
[Reporter:]
Why? How?
[Peter Tosh:]
Well it's so scientifical
I've been investigatin this word so long to find out what these words mean
And what they are for, cause in the beginnin was the word and the word was with Jah
And the word was Jah the same was in this time
Cause so it was in the beginnin so it shall be in these days
[Reporter:]
Okay
[Peter Tosh:]
Well, I was born and raised and grown up
In colonialism and exploitation, and hear dat I heard dat and ummm...
Bumba claat, ras claat, blood claat, and every kind of claat
Yuh can tink of is bad words, and indecent language
[Reporter:]
Yeah
[Peter Tosh:]
And I born come here it in Jamaica, so why is it indecent?
So I went on an investigation and once upon a time I found myself in some circumstances
Held down by some spiritual vampires dat my mouth couldn't move
My tongue couldn't shake, my head couldn't move
And di only ting datcould mek mi move fi seh, MOVE YUH BUMBA CLAAT!
And I'm free, yes I! And from datday on I never stop seh bumba claat, yes I!
[Intro: Chip Fu]
Ta na na ta na ning ning wuy! Hey! Hey!
Ta na na ning ning ning wuy, Hey!
Ta, na na na, na na na (I'm ready fi di war)
Na na na (I'm ready fi di war)
[Chorus: Chip Fu]
I'm ready fi di waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
I'm ready fi di waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
I'm ready fi di waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
I'm ready fi di, oh yes I'm ready fi di war
I'm ready fi di waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
I'm ready fi di waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Ready fi di waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
I'm ready fi di, oh yes I'm ready fi di war
[Verse 1: Chip Fu]
I'm ready fi di war, against di acts dat nuh clean and spirits dat nuh pure
And I'm sure dem a vampire though seh diseases dem caan be cured
My sons haved scored but when di lion roar I am sure
Dat all badmind individual livin in full get judged by Jah Jah's law
Siddung pon di riddim and di riddim is given and I kill it wid force
Di force weh it come from it live inna place dat build clean shores
I have my armor and my shield so I don't fear no more
Cause love Jah is guidin me for sure
I'm ready so on come, trust mi mi nah go run
And all badminded people a get bun, get bun
My armor and weapon, dat breath inna mi lungs
Cause I nah stop until di work is done, is done
I'm ready so on come, trust mi mi nah go run
And all badminded people a get bun, get bun
My armor and weapon, dat breath inna mi lungs
Cause I nah stop until di work is done, is done
[Chorus: Chip Fu (Pete Rock)]
I'm ready fi di waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
I'm ready fi di waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
I'm ready fi di waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
I'm ready fi di, oh yes I'm ready fi di war
I'm ready fi di waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
I'm ready fi di waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Ready fi di waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
I'm ready fi di, oh yes I'm ready fi di war (Ready fi war now man)
[Verse 2: Pete Rock (Renee Neufville)]
Well it's di Pete Rock dat mek di tune inna yuh speakerbox
Man fi cook up big tune inna drum pan and a likkle teapot
EEDIAT! Dem a tek a likkle cheap shot trust mi, mi peep dat
Oonu know seh mi come from yard so mi nah walk 'round wid nuh likkle weak heart
BO! Ready fi war so each part of my inner spirit reach on
So we march fi all ghetto yute trust mi, mi see it hard
See it's Jah dat guide us through even though, wait hard
So come in songbird Renee and sing out yuh likkle sweetheart (I'm ready di war, fi di war)
[Verse 3: Renee Neufville]
It was a cool and lovely breezy afternoon
(How does it feel when we have no food)
And my stomach was growling cause I had no food
(This is how it feels when we got no food)
As I write this daily now we got to say
(How does it feel when we have no food)
Take off your shield and weapon and armor yes you do
(This is how it feels when we got no food)
[Bridge: Chip Fu]
I'm ready so on come, trust mi mi nah go run
And all badminded people a get bun, get bun
My armor and weapon, dat breath inna mi lungs
Cause I nah stop until di work is done, is done
I'm ready so on come, trust mi mi nah go run
And all badminded people a get bun, get bun
My armor and weapon, dat breath inna mi lungs
Cause I nah stop until di work is done, is done
[Chorus: Chip Fu]
I'm ready fi di waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
I'm ready fi di waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
I'm ready fi di waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
I'm ready fi di, oh yes I'm ready fi di war
I'm ready fi di waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
I'm ready fi di waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Ready fi di waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
I travel the land with the sp in my hand
Rock from new york, london and japan
It's time to take command expand to higher lands
P.h. the next man not in da plans
I'm dead serious like as in response I hit niggaz in the head
P.r. the thoroughbred comes through intellectual
I rap lyrical, always on da humble and sometimes I'm spiritual
Hands down accept any mans challenge
I strive and keep the competition off balance
Da fruits of my talent is this it's simple
I drop science on the instrumental
I take seven ill drums put 'em in a line
And add seven more snares to make it combine
It'll take seven more horns before I start to rhyme
Now that twenty-one beats made up at the same time
I was bound ta shine haters get left behind
Ain't no time for them, stamp my name on rap
Perhaps you hear da words from pay next sequel
Part two something for tha people
I'm still number one
Now I appear return ten years the pioneer
Deliver action thrillers that explode in ya ear
Compensate for all the ups and downs in my career
Stop the small talk my focus remains clear
Should have won a nobel prize for thoughts and ideas
Critcally acclaimed while some of y'all cats in tha game for fame
Fame lives in my name pete rock it's simple and plain
Check it simply stressing it soon to start chin checking kids
God protected, so I'm selected to orchestrate the next great
And create, contemplate the world's fate p.r. the heavyweight
Put these thoughts in ya mind while we on the topic
You can tell I'm still on it by the way I rock it
Full swing introduce the ninety-eight product
Niggaz talk the gossip but they ain't got shit
I'm number one
This goes out to deejays and emcees
Unlock real hip-hop, rock holds the key
Magnificient ya style is irrelavent
I'll flip the bass and erase any trace of sample evidence
Trust a few men within this circle of thieves
Single out the enemy with ease
Earned every stripe on my sleeve
The five star general keep it moving ya rap needs improvement
So here's a lesson ta learn, lyrics under fire burn third degree
And my steez is making hot tracks for g's
World famous, salute my capabilities with 21 guns and ammunition
The sp runs 91 rounds precision on target with this rap bullet
First string team in position
The medal of honor hanging from my neck swinging
[Leela James]
Had things on my mind
I tried to get by
Things ain't goin right
Workin day and night
Gon' keep on movin on
Cause a new day gon' come
Gotta hold on
Cause it won't be very long
[Chorus: Leela James]
We'll be alright (in the morning) no tears to dry (struggle comin)
Hold your head high (I know) ooh bye and bye (it won't be long)
We'll be alright (in the morning) no tears to dry (struggle comin)
Hold your head high (I know) ooh bye and bye (early morning)
[Leela James]
Feels like {?}
You know that's a crime
Too much on my side
Somebody tell me why
Well my brother stay strong
Sister hold on
Cause a new day gon' come
And it won't be very long
Won't be very long
It won't be very long
It won't be very long
It won't be very long
[Chorus] - 2X
[Leela James]
It won't be long, no
I said it won't be long
So don't you worry
Don't worry, worry
Cause struggle don't last always
No no no no
Joy come in the morning
Woo! Yeah, uh-huh
Uhh, turn it up, turn it up baby
Brand new, world premier
Pete Rock, ahh, Dilla Dawg
Jay Dee, yeah
Bring your crew dawgs
[J-Dilla]
I got a crew we call K-boys - why? Cause we like to get dough
The seaside boy be in the bar watchin hoes get low
Dilla Dawg and Pe-ter, skeet skeet
Spit shit on the track like Dog in _Beat Street_
When y'all need heat, just check the credits
Cause Pay J, gon' send a check next day FedEx
Yes J said it nigga, beats for trucks
Goin up in four months, need at least a buck
The way I rock ice you would think my name was Peter
Bitches tongues out like back in the day in the theatres (woo!)
And the heaters is kept where they supposed ta
Smoke ya like the welcome poster
And Dilla got killers that'll gat your boy like Reese's pop
Keep knots like a crumb snatcher boy
When these two niggaz collab', these niggaz collapse
Cause see it gets no hotter, holla at'cha boy
[Chorus: Pete Rock]
Yeah, I spit fire at that ass
Many often wonder will hip-hop still last
Cause I'm the one they call the Boy Wonder
Fuckin with J-Dilla, rappin niggaz, know how I feel-a
[Pete Rock]
Yo, this is not child's play
Similar to a gat when my mind spray
I spit rhymes like a pro son, rappin shogun
I lunge at you niggaz with a bolo punch
It's the, Boy Wonder at the cruise control
Are you really ready for some super dynamite SOUL
Relax, let me spark the L
And leave smoke on the track as the tires peel
When I rock what's real niggaz appeal to that
13 in the game, makin classic rap
And stay elusive, a lot of y'all fake-ass niggaz
wish you can do this, passion from the heart makes you true in this
Music, #1 sound, overground
Make haste on the freeway like the Greyhound
And avoid these clowns and let real niggaz know
Pete Rock blast off in 2004, uhh
[Freddie Foxxx]
Class is open.. come on in
All you wannabe-emcees sit down
It's Mister Bumpy baby..
Aiiyo Pete Rock, here we go again baby
We gon' do it 'til they learn the righty way
You ready to rock baby? Feel this
When nature imparts the mannest part, human nature
To follow that nature it's called a way
Cultivating that way is called education
But for men to love itself it's called masturbation
Bumpy talk about love they say it ain't right
I told you niggaz what +I Luv+ on +First Family 4 Life+
As I move around the world acquire new lights
New loves, new mics, new thugs, I'm still spittin'
I'm not content with my life (Why?)
Until I kill all my enemies, leave 'em bend with the knife
That's what's wrong with these niggaz, they scared to fight
So they think being a gangsta is bustin' guns on the mic
In the streets you black, but at home you white
At least like you like to think so - nigga
Step into my mind frame it don't stop
And I still keep the four pound hot-hot-hot
Niggaz hungry on my block B, we try'na eat
And it's them fake ass rap niggaz, we try'na see (Belie' that!)
I know deep down is bothering me
When a motherfucker think that he smarter than me (Who's that?)
When he ain't a better charter than me (Come on!)
And I do it on, rap below, and you'll never be HARDER than me
I'm try'na teach you stupid ass niggaz how to rock
Pete, Rock!
[Hook x2: Freddie Foxxx]
Knock-knock-knock, come on in
This is my house, reign again
Real nigga shit, I bring the pain again
It's some suckaz in the game we in
[scratched by Pete Rock] ("Bumpy Knucks")
[Verse Two: Freddie Foxxx]
You can't do it like the can't be (can't be), follow what's in me
Peace to the old time gangstas who sent me
The energy to keep it moving, be one of the best
and stick out my chest, like a true warrior
I caught this nigga selling bootlegs
He thought I didn't have a kind, while he was wrong, I shoot legs
To see what's white and I was black
He had a pen and a chequebook, I had 10 in my Mack
If half these rappers did that,
they probably stopped selling for a pad on the back
and a plastique plaque, that shit is mad wack
So here I come, back with another one, Bumpy outspoken
While you niggaz out joking and playing a game
I want a twelve inch piece of wax, ignite the flame
The penalty of succes is being bought by people who used to diss you
Money short, they won't hit you
Stuck in beef they won't git you
For they fuck you won't kiss you
When you dead, six feet in the ground, they probably forget you
To kick control is to take control
They can never have the mind, the body, the soul
of a true emcee, E-M-C-E-E, F-R-E-D-D, F-O-triple X
Disrespect, you be crippled next
Yo Pete Rock, how many times we gotta tell 'em son?
[Hook x2: Freddie Foxxx]
Knock-knock-knock, come on in
This is my house, reign again
Real nigga shit, I bring the pain again
It's some suckaz in the game we in
[scratched by Pete Rock] ("Bumpy Knucks")
[Verse Three: Freddie Foxxx]
I know you people think I'm angry, but I'm not
Underground, but I'm hot
All I got is the truth, and I give you what I got
Some niggaz is true, old and tired, or young and stupid
Hung a nigga with no patience, I shoot quicker than ?Quepitt?
So put it in ya deck and dupe it, pass it on
To see who Bumpy blast it on, remember me, and the wild shit I did
When I bodied men and raised it kids, now they grown and it's on
If I'm this kinda nigga when I'm livin', imagine the kinda angel I'd be
And all the foul niggaz I'd see, great men can't be ruled
My spirit is free, and I rip a whole in every fucking track, getting to me
Pay attention, you niggaz is clausing mainstream
Fishing through a wack song looking for a hot verse
A hot word, or a hot phrase, you' record companies' livin' proof, crime pays
Take you out nine ways and save ten,
for your no-lyric ass, when you want to do it again
And as long you keep it on wax I stay your friend
But if you ever take it to the streets you never rhyme again
I'ma the tester of the hard shit, not many pass
Matter of fact, not many motherfuckers come to class
'Cause they know I'll be all up in they ass, like last night's dinner
And Bumpy Knucks is the winner, yeah
[Hook x2: Freddie Foxxx]
Knock-knock-knock, come on in
This is my house, reign again
Real nigga shit, I bring the pain again
It's some suckaz in the game we in
[scratched by Pete Rock] ("Bumpy Knucks")
[Pete Rock scratches]
[Freddie Foxxx] "Lyrical style like Bumpy Knucks"
"Bumpy Knucks, Bumpy Knucks" ['til fade]
[Tarrey Torae singing in the background]
[Pete Rock:]
Yo it's been a blessing to be deemed a living legend,
And when they started snitchin I only gave them confessions
I ain't stressin shit that's outta my control
I done went platinum & I done went gold
I done made beats for dudes who hit below the belt
I guess it's about time I made a beat for myself
Be positive or negative, still bitin my rhetoric
And got a fanbase from Japan to Connecticut
Got that medicine for everybodys sick
And I rep New York like I play for the Nicks
And ya'll could credit my kicks & pay for ya dimes
Bein a rapper is not an alternative to crime
I done supplied it year after year
Beats that made babies beats that made your career
So be clear my nigga when you step in the booth
And be clear if your tellin the truth
[Chorus: Pete Rock & Tarrey Torae]
Niggas will pop you, sayin the gospel
From a rap song they heard with the hip hop apostle
Became chaotic & filled with mayhem
At the end of the day I'll always be a made man
And play the same hand that I was dealt
You ain't never walked in my shoes or feel what I felt
So I had to share it, it was on my brain fam
Pete Rock the Soul Brother still a made man
[Pete Rock:]
And tell them young boys burnin' spliffs in here
I done been in this game for like 15 years
This trick I'm pullin all the stops
Since when makin music needed the cops?
A little before but now DJ's gettin' popped
Rest in peace to JMJ, Justo & Carl Blaze
But what I've learned I ain't learned in no classes
But it's always been my pleasure to touch the masses
You bought a computer & now you connected
You burning CD's but you ain't buy my records
I respect it but it's gotta be respected just the same
Pete Rock the first in the hip hop hall of fame
With all the names you know plastered on the wall
Famous for they words not a basket or a ball
You can have a casting call & get nothing but actors
You can have a talent search & get nothin' but rappers
[Chorus]
[Pete Rock:]
You can dance like Diddy, or get swollen like 50
Or be like every other rapper get busted with a gliccky
The game real sticky & brothers get stuck
But cats should know when not to push they luck
Beggin' for a buck just to get on the train
I got a lot of bars that's stuck on my brain
I don't spit it in vein I do it for the public
Pete Rock did it for y'all I hope y'all love it
[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]
You niggas hate me because I live like a champion
I'm eating scampian shrimp
And the vehicles I'm lampin' in you can't be in
I'm the one like Mr. Anderson
Rappers can't handle them
I hand em' a handkerchief and hang of shit, it's Pete Rock
The nigga you should be hangin' with, bangin' with
But you havin' problems trying to tame your chick
And I know it makes you sick, see me in the six
With your chick bumpin' my shit singing high pitched
She on her side kick, telling her girls we got that hot shit
Boppin' like "Who made the beat? " Green Lantern bitch
Yeah, so pay the nigga homage, I'm about them dollars
I could pay for you to go to college
Sometimes a little modest but yo I'm no trick, girl
Collect cash is the motto
Ya'll quick fast tryna come up in my world
This is grown man BI and y'all just squirrels
Don't be mad because you can't do what I can
Like when Jordan went up took that shot and switched hands
(With his tongue out)
Don't be mad 'cause you not me
I'm the fuckin' poster boy for the MPC my nigga
I had to spit this verse for the world and the rest of y'all boys
Rest in peace to Trouble T Roy
Usually produce a hit record now I'm making the noise
Calm and poise, got inflection in my voice
Should be the choice to make the people respect the movement
I did it dog of course I know what I'm doing
Pursuing what got tossed in the wind
There was a point in time me, Puff, Eddie and C.L. was friends
Hef set trends and put the hood on
But you know the hood is hood and the hood will do wrong
I ain't Rodney King so I don't care if we don't get along
The point of the song is to make the wrongs right
You at the top of your career but you not at your hype
D. Mac on Scotty G keep my hairline tight
Roll a backwood over a dutch, the shop is exit ten of the hutch
I spit this verse for unique two, five and dutch
Reminiscing when I got the name Rock
Round the same time Hef still lived on my block
The game flipped flopped and shit got controversial
Everyman for himself, I guess we going to commercial
Get it crunk, do your thing like Camron
Pete Rock coming with heat and that's word bond
Beastin' on the track like I lost my Akon
New York, New York, bring it back to the east dog
I'm tryna make ends meet, stay true to the street
Kill them with the beats, make stacks and still eat
This is for my son E and the rest of my family
Holla at your boy PR be the recipe
My nigga Green Lantern one time for your mind
Yeah, taking hip hop by storm once again
To bring you down, bust it off
To bring you down
Uh, make shot one time for the Mecca don
To bring you down and the Soul Brother #1
To bring you down
Y'all get done with the YG Menace II Society
To bring you down, feel the real steel, the hot metal
To bring you down, to bring you down
It's the Killa Bee, kill rugged, skill vest often
And land your fuckin' asses in a coffin, what?
You see cold steel, you niggaz wanna mill' like Shaquille O' Neal
Bullets are real, cock it back and then I peal off
Fuck the kamikaze Mecca is on the shotty hottie
The cops are runnin' white chalk around your dead body
Abandon ship, niggaz are ready to flip and bag a punk
They can't fight next night, twistalism by your grave sight
Over, yes, you over six feet under
You see, I'm not at ease you're diseased
A reason for the treason, hunt season I'm from rabbit ordeal
Where niggaz kick the beer loungin' off block
Till the early morn', word is bond, another brother gone
Would've been bullshit, quick talkin' with nines and banana clips
For million with bloodshed, the color red, two through the fuckin' head
Man, you're dead, death becomes you
So listen, to bring you down
So listen, to bring you down
So listen, to bring you down
So listen, to bring you down
So listen, to bring you down
So listen, to bring you down
So listen, to bring you down
So listen, to bring you down
Infrareds locked on yo' heads, here come the feds
Freeze now when I squeeze hot metal breeze
Right through your arteries to bring you to your knees
I think he's dyin' black
I got the track to send you silly ass niggaz back
Snatch you hoe, stab you pimp and watch him limp away
I fiend luchi till I'm fucked up old and gray
Hey, dog, I send you to the morgue
I'm from the Vernon ville blood spills shells drop
And when it go pop, pop, my glock hit that niggaz nut
'Cause I'm one of the hard ox's smokin'
Motherfuckers like crack rocks huh, so back up
Be ghost when I keep my toast murder she wrote, yo
Fully equipped with this death blow, flippin'
Because I'm on the level like the rebel
Crazy bodies and tombstones
Straight to the devil nigga light in ya bed's right
Because ya tune from me let miss due
Strictly nigga death becomes you
So listen, to bring you down
So listen, to bring you down
So listen, to bring you down
So listen, to bring you down
So listen, to bring you down
So listen, to bring you down
So listen, to bring you down
So listen, to bring you down
So listen to what we say
Because this type a shit it happens everyday
No resurrection with protection slay cut up in the blender
Just like Mohammad blowin' up the World Trade Center
The hell raiser burner blazer stressin' major caution
See the Mecca Don swirvin' a tongue like Jordan
Anything you cherish I perish, I'm here to roll
And now your bucks are big, and let out ya asshole
Gun smoke when the hood is broke and need the riches
'Cause all this nigga want is more dough and more bitches
Buck, buck, buck, buck, rat, tat, tat, I'm on a mission nigga
I shoots to kill when I pull the motherfuckin' trigger
I'm sick in the head, I'm crazy I'm fuckin' wild
I swear to God, I come from the P now
I'm Menace like Dennis, so don't try to play me close
I wave my gun in the air yo I don't fuckin' care
It's Pete Rock on the mic check one, two
I got the glock, nigga, death becomes you
So listen, to bring you down
So listen to what we say
Because this type a shit it happens everyday
Oh... yeah... yeah (oh)... uh
[Chorus:]
S Villa, nigga, that's the crew when you rep' (Who?)
It's been a long time, we shouldn'ta left you (You!)
It's the S (move!), crushin' your best dude (dude)
Spitin darts so nigga bring your vest too
Villa nigga, That's the crew when you rep' (Who?)
It's been a long time, we shouldn'ta left you
It's the S move, crushin' your best dude
Spitin darts so nigga bring your vest too
[Verse 1:]
(Guess who) just stepped in the basement with Pete?
Quick, swift with the flow boy S to the V
Hear the static in the records, the dust in the beat
Grimy like the ghettos when it's pitch black in the streets
Red alert nigga better beware, bring the heat
Soul Suvivor comin' through so it's hasta la vie
V.I.P. dog watch us just take it to the top
Plus we so Detroit like Murphy was in Robocop
Say we can't do a thing and man we ain't 'sposed
But I'm quick to return like I'm breakfast with the toast
Villa in the spot tryn'a gain and maintain, yeah (oh)
Tryna erase you lames, most slept in the game
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Yeah yeah
Chop, retaliate your fleet with animal instinct
Walk with alligator feet, talk like Keith through alleyway and street
Avenue crime scene locked in my rhyme scheme
When plottin to blow, like watchin' a disappearing bomb string
Gone Bin-Laden; I'm a vocal assassin, my throat is a handgun
When you think I'm chokin', I'm in motion to land one
And get you open - basically sick, facin' me, nah
Your bones'll get thrown through a masonry wall
Without me breakin' the bricks
Whip, wallow in my venom
Split nozzle from a kit combo Get bravo from the womens
Lift pa {? } admit defeat and forget it
I'm well known to speak in heat of a minute
Like I'm late to a cell phone, reachin' the limit
Meet you in timely demise, I
Flow with the entire glow of a diamond insides
Let the fire blows from the cannon, I can win and I will
And render my peers still like a mechanic that builds
And strip away, nibble on simple prey
Simple minded, whistle silent when I ripple my mental rage
Trip'll ride and then flee from the scene paid (hey)
I'm on your head like a wooden contraption
Collapsin' the guillotine blade
'Til your eyes is bigger than DMC's shades
Not for low P grades, we 4.0 with the flow
You see Aze
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Speak ghetto language for niggaz to hold
Tarnish bubble-gum raps when I switch and turn gold
See the plaques on the wall but we platinum status
One verse is like a gauge and blow a nigga off the atlas
Man listen, I'll break them bad habits for the pursuit of the green
I gots to get the cabbage
Me and my dudes, my man, we all savage
Can't reach the status quota your team, they all average
Comin' outta the dark, I undoubtedly spark ironically
My sane mind sharp as James Bond part for Sean Connery
Your rhyme odyssey possess a treacherous style
Bet you would bow if my nine possibly
Shot your knee on the left
Cuff gat, criminal act, tough rap, bust back
Like genital sex that's gushin with something that resembled the claps
You dealin' with a multiple manic-depressin'
And still in panic, and stress on all o' you
[Chorus: Pete Rock]
If the world comprehended at the same level all sense would be common
Some will late bloom some have impecable timing, I said I did it with precision
And please don't try to duplicate this rendition [x2]
[Papoose:]
I'm the mixtape artist of the year, hip hop quotable of the month
I'm the DVD most promotional on the front
Most call me Papoose, you could call me
What you want every Thursday, the Drama Hour
I opened up when that storm hit the south and New Orleans sunk
Me and Kanye the only MC's who spoke up
Taught you how to play monopoly, rise from the streets
Who am I? I'm the hip hop police - they was undercover
But I made them look obvious now they some lost souls
They souls is bodyless from chest to hustle hard
You heard that track? (I heard that)
God damnit I brought Green Lantern back
I'm the female rapper's favorite male rapper
Dropped 10 mixtapes, I gave y'all chapters
Say my name when you sneeze, Pap it's a blessing
And honor to be in this session Pete Rock is a legend
[Chorus x2]
[Papoose:]
I'm the callin' the stress of a guns melancholy
High watchin' the judge objectify me
I ever get wet I'm hopin' the sunset will dry me
Real thugs will come clever wisely, I was always ahead of myself
So now I'm one step behind me
When it comes to thoroughcation my son's reppin' lively
Even momma's boy carry they guns next to mommy
They got jails with more sales than omni
These funny dogs say money talks
None of my funds never polly, copt one lick shot
None of my tongues never tie me
Shotgun gun shots spread when they plunge from the shotty
I doubt if the suns ever try me
Cause all my niggas got bodies on they guns
Guns on they bodies
These hard punks want what they battery charged up
Claim they got big balls yet they really large cunts
Since it's everyday war when I spark up
I mix the green weed with brown & smoke a camoflauge blunt
[Chorus x2]
I'm all about makin it happen
Can it steady yappin
Cheddas stack cap I get it crackin
Bringin the action
Center of attraction
Late night on the creep trashin
Mashin on the party crashin
Rap with a passion
Not a quitter or a forfeiter
One of them raw rap cats
With hollow point rhymes
Comin to hit ya
I'm talkin and I shot at all them fake rappas
Who fake wanna be gun clappin
Cats claimin they the baddest
Claimin that they ran the streets ragged
Knowin they chillin hard in the village up
Up in the gay bar talkin to faggots
I'm not a gangsta
And I'm not a thug nor a blood
Or cripp
Strugglin brotha tryin to hard to get rich
I've been nice in this hip hop *ish
From way back when
Days of the jeffersons
Good times to what's happenin
You niggaz want beef
Then call my name out
Still rockin the Mecca when the soul brother
Like it just came out
Let's get it on
Lebanon
Strong as an ox
An' I spit flows blowin up yo' audio box
Document muh style I'm cool when I rock
And I rush like the Bus
Followin' muh blocks
G's up I'm on set y'all niggaz freeze up
I make dirty dolla's turn 'em in to clean bucks
My stocks rise
It's cool, it's no surprise
And them laws, the rules
You make, I straight defy
Rebel in the highest form
The fifth born
Gully nigga on the track screamin they saw'em
Stop the dat
Rewind that
Thoughts combine that
Criminal minds
An' rhymes
Underline that
Dolla' dolla'
Street scholla'
Flow then ya falla
Expert
Puttin in work
For the next saga
So yo get yo' lean on
Flows you fiend on
Fuckin with U. and N. the 2000 phenom
[Chorus]
Yeah, U. and N. sound greater than great
Still up, holdin my 'gz up
Not my name hold weight
And you can betcha bottom dollar money mo' I make
Let's get this cake
Son do what it take
Yeah, U. and N. sound greater than great
Still up, holdin my 'gz up
Not my name hold weight
And you can betcha bottom dollar money mo' I make
Let's get this cake, c'mon
Hold up
Applause for the cause you know
You could call it telephone love tap
High explosive experiment
Situate depressed upstate
Bless a blessed a what's up with you
What you talkin, pocket filled well then feel
Yeah it's good, like you should
I'm Dino, begs no pardon
Borrow no lending, begs no friends
Ya hear me all my mens love women, raw
Links with mommy cuban
Or takes me back to union
Baby girl got cousins and now one of 'em frontin
Checker flagging me down
Fast-en ya sound
How we quick to pick me up in that lex-ed iced edition
State ya position
Back jabbin this bone wishin
Ms. don't have me whiff missing
Puttin everything Dwight Gooden-nuff talk
You can have a ball and go walk
Hear me now, feel me later
Later Dino Braves smooth and get paid
Feelin the shook up
Keepin the stick up
Forever keep this hit the wikka wikka
A verbal contract the way life is put on you
Now the harsh facts circle your world at
Allow you like a wise author
Sci-fi writins and novels
Ridin ova potholes
Play King Arthur inside my brothel
The size of waffles gunshot holes
Blowin like the U.S marshall
Of Luis Armstrong
And the winner falls sprawl spot it
And at the same time he shot it
Frollic with raps and fiber optics
Like 4, 5, 6
Hard to get at
Sharp as an axe
Order jockage
Armored trizzack
Tryin to be modest
Fiery thoughts burn like L's with chronic
Make ya lungs black, sip gold hell in a bottle
Blow willa sinna maholla that's on the house
Compliments on my corner moral
How I get down
Chase his ass round like cat and mouse
You feel my passion?
(fuck life) if I ain't mackin
Niggaz wanna see me stagnant
Similar to two magnets
We can never be a package
A printed jewla
Show my crew love
Before this rap *ish
Who can fool us
Beautiful lust
Don't think I'm too cool to bust
Loot and do drugs
Who's who
Few knew it was fool proof
But true it was, crime organiza
Forty fiva
Hit ya Porsche up, (fuck) you in lava
Hit them to my product
Just a taste was life threatenin
Stretch his limbs out
To 5 seperate ends
Prey on my fall and every cent
Like I don't know it
I hold macs posin in flicks like Dinero in Ronin
[Chorus]
Yeah, U. and N. sound greater than great
Still up, holdin my 'gz up
Not my name hold weight
And you can betcha bottom dollar money mo' I make
Let's get this cake
Son do what it take
Yeah, U. and N. sound greater than great
Still up, holdin my 'gz up
Not my name hold weight
And you can betcha bottom dollar money mo' I make
[Redman:]
Eh you already know what it is nigga
Lemme tell you something (Eh fuck them Gilla House niggas)
Eh what you talkin' about bitch I'm a pimp
God damn right I'm a do it like this
[Redman:]
I tie up my Air Nikes prepare for the mic
Straight throwin' up the bike on Jersey Turn Pike
VROOOM, Get at me the Doctor is fine
Cadillac transform into Optimus Prime, I ain't lyin'
I'm the future satellite dish on the Coupe
Wanna be hood down I'll recruit ya
I talk with slang that swang like Slick Rick chain
King Tut's my new nick name
I'm at the Knicks game when it's on
I get Nuggets so I'm there with a Carmello uniform
I jerk to a pawn then I'm off to work
Train to box you in like Buddy McGirt
Expert got the Draft not Miller
I hustle my flows like weed you know the bags got bigger
NIGGA! Boy a puss
If the pen run outta ink I kill another octopus
Got the house like Dane Cook, Red L & Pete Rock
The pressure make the wiz blow on the teapot
Since 19 I had detox, I was rockin' Reebok's
Copying the Human Beat Bo
Now I'm from the East Side all grown up
Places I played in nigga all sewn up
I'm chasin' that dream 'till I'm at the Garden
On a thousand foot screen in red monkey JEANS!
[Chorus: Pete Rock (scratching 'Fire! ')]
Best believe we get high, nigga
Best believe we get by, nigga
Best believe we get fly, nigga la, la, la, la, la
Best believe we get high, nigga
Best believe we get by, nigga
Best believe we get live, nigga
[LD:]
Hot damn hoe here we go again (Let's Go)
My God damn flow buries hoes & men (Yup)
I got grams yo stereo was in four rush
Too rough for your scary flow to win (Yup)
Hard stop when I'm barely going in
Might as well start singin' like Mario & them (Yup)
So what's the scenario?
L Pete Rock Funk Doc yup here we go again (Yes Sir)
I stay high like a guy who supplies in the sky
You probably gotta fly just to buy (Whoo!)
Kinda guy walkin' by with a Desert 45
Probably be a legend before I die (Die!) You wanna see me pay?
You wanna freestyle? Freestyle's for the CBA
Brook niggas wanna be me eh
I'm down with the Kiiiing, got soul like VBK
[Chorus]
[Pete Rock:]
I be tossin' & flossin' my style is awesome
I grind in my house like Rosario Dawson
Got a studio up in the crib, my very own Hit Factory
D&D;/Quad as I reminisce over you my God
To the sounds of the Soul Brother #1
(Jump) all around like Everlast & them cause your boy back
Man I'm sick of this bubble gum rap
With a soda on the side that these labels & the radio is feedin' us
You ain't gotta eat that stuff
I'm speakin' off the cuff cause a brother like Pete don't really give a... (Damn)
Been a classic since Rakim was rockin' a fade
With a half moon part & Big Daddy Kane was writing for Biz Mark
And I really don't think that you little niggas wanna start
Listen guppy you swimmin' with a shark
You a puppy I'm a big dog, somethin' like Pete Rock the invincible
Plug it into you make it all official... check 1, 2
[Chorus]
[Intro x5: Children singing]
"Ain't no second time to 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]
"Ain't no second time to appreciate"
To the fans and to all my people that supported us
"Ain't no second time to appreciate"
To the mama and the daddy and everything they taught us
"Ain't no second time to appreciate"
Tell them kids they gotta stay in school or ride with us
"Ain't no second time to 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
Check it out now (eat some choccolate)
Check it out now (eat some choccolate)
Check , Check, Check , ………………. (choccolate)
When you eat some choccolate you'll be very havy , you will be fat , cool and very
clever .
So when you will be cool and clever , you have to eat choccolate forever . And when
you hate choccolate , you don't be clever , but there's one thing how you can be
clever . Eat lolly's , sweets , or what ever (forever) .
Check it out now …………………….
And when you be dursty , don't drink water , you must drink hot (choccolate) . You
have no choccolate , you have no sweets , you don't be clever , but you be a sweet .
Oh come on , come on , come on ……….. (choccolate)
Check it out now ……………………..
But choccolate can also be very dangerous . It can't eat you , it can't hit you but
it can tear you . And so …………… ( großer Knall ) It torn me !
Check it out now …………………
REF: I'm sitting here no in a boring room in a early, early, early morning here at
school. Something here and something there but, nothing, nothing, nothing is
everywhere.
Today is Physiks, Maths, Latine, but all I say it's boring and it isn't fine. One
eye is looking on the ground. The second is half open and is look(ing) at clouds.
REF:
I fall asleep in religion hour. The next is German I can give no power. I like to be
at the football-place, go swimming with some friends or play computer-games.
REF:
My arms are lieing on the desk, the desk, the lesson is not over that is a pest. My
feet are stinking round the class, but Danilo says: "Wow! That`s krass!"
REF:
REF:
I bin frei, frei, frei und ungebunden.
Ich heile alle Wunden.
Ich bin phänomenal
Und absolut normal.
Was normal ist bestimm ich
Und normal bin auch nur ich.
Bin nicht gut und auch nicht schlecht.
Ich bin besser als das Recht.
Ihr seit ja nichts als nur Abschaum.
Bin der einzig gescheite Mann.
frei.
Du glaubst du bist frei.
Hast du Flügel wie ein Vogel,
oder Tatzen wie ein Bär?
Hast du Recht und niemals Unrecht,
brauchst nie Liebe, brauchst nie Raum?
Du bist anders als du sagst,
du beschreibst doch nur die Qual
Ach du, du bist so töricht.
Ein Unhold und ein Wicht.
I sag Tschusch und I sag Neger.
I schimpf Piefke wen I will.
Aber I, I darf net geschimpft werden,
weil ich, bin als ein Gott.
Ich bin der höchste aller Meister.
Bin ein Meister aller Kunst.
Ich bin frei.
REF:
Du glaubst du bist frei.
Kannst du lachen wie ein Kind
Und wehen wie der Wind?
Scheinst du heller als die Sonne,
bist du dunkler als die Nacht?
Du bist anders als du sagst.
Du beschreibst doch nur die Qual.
Wie kannst du es wagen
Und sagen du hast Recht?
Ich bin dein Führer, dein Diktator
Und gewinnen tu nur ich.
Du darfst nicht leben, darfst nicht atmen
Und frisst Gift.
Du musst sterben! Du musst sterben!
Komm tu schon was ich will.
Ich bin frei.
REF: (2x)
Im Theater stehn die Leut auf
Und klatschen in die Händ.
Der Ziegler Gerd ist wieder da
Ja der liegt voll im Trend.
Der bringt die Leut' zum Lachen,
mit'd Witz und seiner Kunst.
Do I, I sich eam in sei Fratzen,
diesem faulen Hund.
Lest seine Schmäh vom Büachel außa.
Des leichte Leben mag I net.
stellt er sich auf'd Bühne aufi.
A Gasch fürs ganze Leb'n.
REF:
Doch des ist eam net genug.
Er will mei Haus, mei Frau, mei Kind.
Mi zerreißen und zerfetzen,
in die Augen wahn den Wind.
Ja bei mir da kann er scheißen gehen.
Da frisst er unter'm Tisch.
Und wenn er dann net urdntlich spurt,
dann kriegt er ane g'wixt.
Wenn er mit seiner Frau,
dann am Ab'nd zum Essen geht.
Dann red'n eam die Leut an
Und schrei'n dann alle laut:
„Der Ziegler Gerd der liegt im Trend.“
Es rennen alle zamm.
Sie woll'n ein Autogramm vom Ziegler Gerd.
Mei san denn de so bled?
Geh scheiß auf die Ziegen-Hirt'nabua.
Was find's denn es an dem?
Des könnt I a was er da duat.
Aber na des mag I net.
REF:
Heute stell I mi mal aufi,
probiers wia der Ziegler Gerd.
Kauf ma a Büachel mit de Schmäh,
Stell mi aufi am Juhää
Und les meine Schmäh dem Puplikum vor.
Und I was, dass alle lachen,
sich ins Hemdl einilachen.
Doch all des passiert net.
Und de lachen überhaupt net
Und de klatschen überhaupt net.
I steig obi vom Juhää und frag: „warum?“
REF:
(Why can I) hear your cry,
feel your cry,
see your cry?
I know there is your cry.
I know that you cry.
I'll be there.
But maybe there are some other things
And maybe there's some love.
But the reason of your cry is sure.
It's 'cause you are loving me.
Once upon a time I had to
Live a normal life.
I felt boring, disappeared and bad.
But suddenly there was a wonder.
My life has changed in this moment.
I saw you first time. Now
I know that it was love.
Because……….
REF:
My feel was real.
Your feel was real,
But I was scary and
I wouldn't ask you to marry me,
Because you would say we are to young.
One bad day an other man came
And took you with him away.
But he can't………..
REF:
The thiev is running (a)way now.
With my bride, my feels, my heart.
Every other guys are laughing
And even friends are going down.
I'll never stop to hope.
I'm waitin' my whole life.
But maybe you'll come back to me-
-and my feels are well again.
No!
I know that you'll come back to me!
Because………….
REF: (2-3 mal)
Weit über den Wolken
High over the clouds
Da bist du frei.
Unbekannte, starke Dinge
Immortal things everywhere!
Du hast zu fühlen,
but not to see.
Du hast zu geben,
but not to take.
REF:
Weit über den Wolken.
High over the clouds.
Where nobody was before
And (the) whole world is yours.
Weit über den Wolken
High over the clouds.
Du lenkst die Menschen
And all the things.
Du lenkst das Wasser
And the wind.
Du lenkst alles,
Ja die ganze Welt.
Ja dort oben bist du Herr.
REF:
Warum nur Vögel fliegen können,
weiß man heut noch nicht.
The birds are flying through the air,
But we can not do.
Wahrscheinlich sind nur sie allein
Die herren dieser Welt.
REF: (2-3 mal)
Do you see what i see?
I see it falling down.
The world is running on…,
Quickly to the ground.
And the world is big.
You can't stop it.
You need a helping hand.
But there are no hands.
There are only fists.
You can't reach them now,
And you ask me why…
REF:
But I have no answer on your question.
No answer on your words.
I don't know what to say to you.
The'll fight until they're death.
I think I see what you see.
And it's very bad.
The fists are fighting on
Until they are death.
And we can only see on that
And we have nothing to do.
And they fight even
Against themselves.
Oh, what should that be.
And you ask me why…
REF:
Do you think that they see what we see?
No I don't think so.
They are fighting on,
With the guns in their hands.
And everybody wants to fight with them
And to die with them.
And they know that they'll die.
Oh, that silly cows.
And they don't look.
And we ask us why…
REF: (3 mal)
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