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Who keeps it methods and orthodox, who caught the props |
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Who's styles are shit, who's gonna rock? |
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On to the break of dawn, you wanna battle, pay the price |
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Mathematically precise, smooth and plus nice |
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With a flow that's like a mailman or letter carrier |
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Rob-o brings the ghetto area |
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Funk flavor through your neighborhood, state, town, or borough |
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Stay down, i don't think i'm quite thorough |
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Not your average rapper (listen) |
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Cause in a sec i write some shit to blast your wack ass to mecca |
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See rob's the most mecca |
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To grab the microphone and yes y'all it |
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To school these dreds and stress these bald heads |
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The ini's in the house (you don't stop) |
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Pete rock, grap luva, mark, and polo rising and you don't stop |
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We let the funk slide and let god be our guide |
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Flowing from the vernon worldwide |
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[pete rock] |
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It's the funk god, taking you worldwide, so bust it |
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Flowing over beats cause it's a must, kid |
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That i proceed to fix the hardcore in the mix |
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Check one two with the flow that fits |
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I make the hits that soar, i put the wreck in the raw |
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'94 in your local record store |
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It's pete rock and cl, the main ingredient |
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Now leave your wack style home, cause you won't be needing it |
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I grab the mic and get wreck for real |
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You hear me on the wax, kid, you see me on the steel |
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Can you feel the funk as i inject? |
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Then god protect it, hold the mic, see i select it |
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To keep it crazy versatile |
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But still underground, packs the four pound cause it's wild |
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In this place you'll find it hard to hide |
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Soul brother and i'm going worldwide |
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[rob-o] |
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Now who's the greatest? few debate this, you're still figuring? |
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Well perish the thought, there's none bigger in |
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This act son, mecca is all i attract |
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You're wack, son, yeah your talent's a fraction |
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While i'm nice, as christ, there's two religions |
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So envision a messiah on a mission, the competition |
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I'll stop your wishing point blank cause you lost it |
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Your joint sank, your soft style's exhausted |
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And now it's mandatory, you stand before me amazed and awed |
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Giving praise, you're the god |
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Rob cipher's born, most mecca supreme |
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A fly mc with the self-esteem |
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You keep it wholesome and still i relax a bit |
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I play your shit out like ??? cause my wig out has to hit |
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I'm steadily encouraging head bops while you're scurrying to get props |
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I'm worldwide |
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[pete rock] |
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Yo, check out the rhyme buster, pulling niggas through the wringer |
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I'm not a singer, as i conduct with one finger |
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It's the orchestrater, mutilator, master funktator |
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I've got mad flow from here to asia |
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Cause i'll amaze ya with the skills that i possess |
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Knock out the rhymes with all the rest |
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So i suggest if you're in the way step aside |
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Cause pete rock is coming worldwide |
