| Song | #1 Soul Brother |
| Artist | Pete Rock |
| Album | Soul Survivor |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Parker, Phillips | |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : Parker, Phillips | |
| 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 twentyone 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 ninetyeight product | |
| Niggaz talk the gossip but they ain' t got shit | |
| I' m number one | |
| This goes out to deejays and emcees | |
| Unlock real hiphop, | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Parker, Phillips | |
| 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 twentyone 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 ninetyeight product | |
| Niggaz talk the gossip but they ain' t got shit | |
| I' m number one | |
| This goes out to deejays and emcees | |
| Unlock real hiphop, | |
| 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 |