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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962)
Here comes the hurricane C.L. same name
Cut by the grain when I land upon the plain Jah knew the Hebrew a Papa Duke need you But none of the fam who saw had a clue Escalate the prime rate words coagulate Generate the mind's state never can deflate Nigger you jigaboo it doesn't have to be you Funny like a cartoon Pepe Le Pew Pimp are the lyrical g string the individual But the metaphysical isn't spriritual Straight from the heart I frame the art Tune up my class, real fast, very smart Dictate the technique, wait a minute, I speak Loved by my son and a kiss on the cheek Stutter-step the concept, blueprint, or pro Steady as we go so act like you know I stand by the rabbi, sail in Shanghai Always had an alibi even if I lie Crucial, never neutral, bare the fruitful Past time, another rhyme, skedaddle, Yankee Doodle Light skin in lovely gyp, just for the honey dip Here to make a megahit fit Don't install the pipe dream, renaissance regime When you run ragged I pick up the steam Chart on the record book, what Corey Love took the hook Here's a new book to civilize a crook Purest of the pedigree, feed 'em a line C.L., no Jezebel, can never sleep well Thick like a dred, at the Club Med The Mecca Don said, a fish out of water is dead Pete Rock, the soul brother, cruise on a flow Swing low and yell "Geronimo!", act like you know C.L. can play like Nike, come on just do it Pacify the Gemini, soul into it Beat to my feet is a lock like concrete Hard for the street, decipher never incomplete A clean editorial, rather historical Affordable, recordable, nifty like a portable Mecca is the syndrome, when I come back home Boogie on a baritone, listen on a phone Libra, the achiever, toke a reefer C.L. the girl pleaser, like Ebanezer So here is the good sign, I incline Titties with the bitties when I wine and dine Worn like corduroy, comes the bad boy But just like Anita Pita, I bring ya joy "Agoobilonians" with your knowledge And take as said so, act like you know |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - All Souled Out (1991)
I want you
I need you My soul is weak for you And im trying to seek you seek you, seek you, Chorus (Cause) I'm ALL SOULED OUT and i say this without a doubt You picked me up from the road you have a soul of gold ALL SOULED OUT, its just the way I feel but give me time, and let me be, and I will heal..... The Ocean bows to the palm trees, like I bow to you There ain't nothing like singin out your soul When the mist has cleared,and its all your goal but, don't let me be the last to know when, its over, over, over...........for your SOUL. Chorus Seeking rhythem on the shore but my soul is already torn Ive bled like ive battled with a thorn Seeking MY, seking YOUR SOUL and after all this....... Chorus |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962)
You know nowadays it.. seems like there's a lot of..
bad things going on and.. I guess a lot of it.. from the way I see it.. seems to still stem from.. lack of feelings on our parts it's.. and how we relate or communicate with our.. fellow brothers and sisters" "Let's get together!" * cut n scratch 3X * "Let's get together.. and raise" "Let's get together!" * cut n scratch 3X * "Let's get together.. and raise" [CL Smooth] South Africa, what does it mean? To burst the scene, or conquer like a philistene War or peace, which one do you prefer? Pass me my M-16 for the disaster A reason for the treason in a jet black season.. .. for peace, justice, and freedom for the Original Man, architect of the Motherland Kings to Queens, is the Asiatic Black plan Pre-Adam-ite, first to see the light Way before Adam and Eve took flight Bless the seed of Abraham, I came to jam Protest the teachings of another man Uncle Tom stay loyal so they boil I'm the alchemist with the twist from the true soil My blood brother Adolpho on the side of me My vision ain't blurry, so don't even lie to me The rebirth the revival of our culture survival to elevate, the black man is vital You gotta realize now what we're facing The floors I'm pacing from the anger in the nation "Let's get together!" * cut n scratch 3X * "Let's get together.. and raise" "Let's get together!" * cut n scratch 3X * "Let's get together.. and raise" [CL Smooth] Here's the situation from a darker view Night and day, salt and pepper in the earthly stew But the salt think it taste better, straight up superior Therefore, the flavor of the pepper's inferior Incorrect though, giving some heartburn Level of a devil better wait your turn And here is one recollection of imperfection No one should be judged by complexion Lie-braries; broken down as lies buried to force their beliefs to pilgrims all hurried Television; tell-a-lie-vision A schism; negative realism Four-hundred-and-thirty-five years til weak mental deaf dumb and blindness put us to sleep Out of the dark comes light so the first can't be So Armaggedeon comes like a thief in the night Rednecks flex to my context but in the projects some won't survive the next confrontation and I'm aware of segregation Pump your black fist for the anger in the nation "Let's get together!" * cut n scratch 3X * "Let's get together.. and raise" "Let's get together!" * cut n scratch 3X * "Let's get together.. and raise" * various other scratches by Pete Rock for a few bars * [CL Smooth] Some walk slow, cause the water's not shallow Let my people go, you little Pharoah Listen how they word it, be observant Then house negro; today, civil servant I want to drop the bomb but remain calm Strong like the power of the Fruits of Islam Black is beautiful, hot like fire Guess how many times they thought they killed the Messiah Malcolm X, Dr. King, let's sing All around the world let freedom ring Reality is real, so how do you feel from being kings on a throne to picking cotton in a field? Your slavery is lack of identity One of the things that's not making you a friend of mine What's your cause - aim, rationale? Cause I made up my mind, I never scrape or bow But teach my own, the sound of black unity Together we can rise and now's the opportunity The Tuskegee Experiment, indeed it was big when they used the black man as a guinea pig Animalism, pumped on a lower level But can only be the works of the devil And I'm telling you now the frustration The future's facing from the anger in the nation "Let's get together!" * cut n scratch 3X * "Let's get together.. and raise" "Let's get together!" * cut n scratch 3X * "Let's get together.. and raise" * Pete Rock flips "Let's get together" to the end |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962)
Ah yeah yes
Psychedelic Uh come on This is what I like It's that Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth stuff Uh huh yeah Brothers can't understand You know I'm about to drop a funky beat on you Like this... Hit the war drums that vibrate the earth underneath Here my people and I come gotta wake up the chief Not a pale frail ghost C.L.'ll wreck the most Cuz the Mecca land never had a Leo Africanos The Sudanian, master of the Mediterranean And if it's lovely I'm the one you're Skypagin' Lower than the Mole Man, R&B, you're silly The only male hardcore crusin' through my city Rise to the supernova, swami like Bola Heavy hitter I consider Ueuker leanin' on my shoulder Measure like a yardstick, thick at arithmetic You add it up and I roast a high pick flick Hit the pitch and then I'm gone as the funk lingers on I don't publicize here to keep the black race torn But steady at an altitude where you get the mental food Not to be rude, here's a fresh pot brewed Oh, what a web we weave when we practice to deceive Sparkin' off a trick up the sleave Pete stocked the bedrock, listen and you'll see And I'm sure you will agree you can't front on me Yo, you can't front It's like that, c'mon, yeah Yes, you know I got to talk You can't front I'm tellin' you now C.L. Smooth and the Rock, c'mon Many consumed what was locked in a tomb That I gradually groomed, coming out now smelling like perfume So take a whiff when I wrap a gift, play ya like a gospel A logical apostle, collosal (whoooweee!) Afro, a cut me like a fade with a Braun Sport a bald head, but never needed Hair Club for Men Drop a SCUD, fully-capable, a form in a eclipse Skips to backflips soon as it leaves my lips Suave know, I can make the funk turn the habit Kick the old 45 and I can boogie on static Welcome to the Brahma Don, pilgrimage to Mecca Don A prayer for the parish, Soucron Affwaun Cuz ain't no misbehavin' when they manage what you're cravin' Put the "Anger in the Nation" on your station Anvils that fills the whole circumference And black people crowd in a mass abundance To hear Gabriel's horn, blow it like a Naiji What's the flavor unit with the top priority? C.L., untouchable with the clip full Impossibly, the posse can't front on me Don't you dare front Don't you dare front Not on me Cuz I'm the man C.L.'s the rhymer Right on time Right on, my brother Come on, kick another verse for me You desire the messiah for the entire empire Total organizer of the earth, wind, and fire C.L. and Pete Rock unlock the hard rock Many want to mock and the honey-dips clock Intercontinental for the residential Never coincidental, rough on a rental Count all the bars numeric Pro-prosthetic if ya let it resurrect the nongeneric The brother on the cover, yes, a rapper not a singer If you recognize him, point with your index finger Shock another flock when I hit the block God or Devil on the set that's level, labeled as a rebel In retrospect I detect those incorrect And reflect the black power project Supreme cuz I chose to never blaspheme Going to the extreme, place it on a very high beam And drop jewels for five thousand fools who stampede Cuz the proper show stopper's what ya need So come and get a taste of the dynamic duo And I'm sure you will agree you can't front on me (Yoooo!) You can't front, boy Cuz we're the skilled fools (skibooze?) We'z are the funk The hardcore funk We ain't no joke Comin' out to note Ah, yeah With the funk track Sing it, P |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994)
CL Smooth singing]
Let me take you on a journey through Carmel City Where CL's God and the ladies gotta hit me off Ballin on the set now baby what's the matter? When all this is Hot Sex served on a platter? [CL Smooth rapping] Enter my flow so I can hit this show with somethin rugged It's mainly how all the honies dug it like every single day and bounce around the way and chicks are never waitin when the bodies start marinatin We expand in player's land to unknowns to turn my stumbling blocks, into my stepping stones The pound Donna Karan New York down found where there can be no type of slackin in your mackin The whole agenda is for me to decide; the major hustle is God, when brothers coincide, with the bonafide CL Smooth, you know the Mecca Don With lovers only for me, in Carmel City Top notch, butterscotch, lyrics hits the mode to make the most gorgeous women wanna get nude Your eyes stay glued, when this is poppin word is bond Wifey's gone, now I'm about to get my swerve on Lay my clothes across the bed, cause I'm here to make a point Plenty chips, got me ballin in a hot joint Respect the sextafied aura you could never take light It's like bringin a knife to a gunfight My large releases got me mixin with the dimepieces And down to rival one of Uncle L's little nieces In my palace of pleasure, everything is done properly And if you didn't know, you better ask somebody Right now, the players are the power structure Check the roly-poly, now it's time you see the brother CL Smooth, you know the Mecca Don With lovers only for me, in Carmel City It's freaktacular, wasn't hard to get em out the blouse If only wifey knew, hubby got a stash house And what moves your man got with so much emphasis Maybe one or two many get ridiculous So scandalous, the honey arrives with her crew And now they're talkin bout comin back withoutchu Yeah my boys are ballin, here's the raw deal: Come to my house, you gotta get naked for real Indulgin, my peoples said let's have a talk about the time my lady's plane hit New York I'm bailin off the set, headin for the crib G Cause I'm the first thing the woman wanna see Take a hot shower, slip on some linen Now it's a new time, a new day, a new beginnin CL Smooth, you know the Mecca Don With lovers only for me, in Carmel City |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994)
[CL Smooth]
We go back and forth, sending this out to my people up north Tell 'em if you ain't from New York you're soft Box or throw rocks, fish or cut bait Cause I fight great, but wait Here's the hottest joint on lockdown Ready for release what they call a masterpiece Covers are blown, known for keeping shit lethal Cause now I'm like water in the desert for you thirsty people What's the fixation with all this artillery? Now you catch a look, saying |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994)
Check the verse in the Bible says man shall never covet But in your life you put nothing above it, you seem to love it Invest some stocks to clock what's in my stable Sweating me like Cain sweating Abel, you're unstable You couldn't speak, now what's the fake frown for? The jealousy, that's why you're feeling so insecure Used to be by my side but now all I see is pride On the quest to make lucci, got you open wide It feels funny, cause it never used to be that way Remember PR back in the day? Hey, the number's changed and the crib's a little fatter But if you was real, you'd see it really wouldn't matter Check the stat in fact yo, don't ever try to peep this Don't mistake my kindness for a weakness The name is Pete Rock, I'll take you higher than the lism I'm on a exodus, Escapism Yo, check it out I like to rhyme, no time for silly head games Strictly known for busting up your head frames But skins bold, act like they want to know a nigga Break they neck to show they figure But yo, you can't gas me up, you can't hype me Play it cool when it comes to schooling wifey On the ways of life it's life, checks, and big money So the next kid will be up on your honey Sexing your honey, flexing your Benz and your money Playing you like a crash test dummy, so take it from me Cause when it happens don't say I never told you so Peep the verbal lessons in the flow And ayo, you know they style, and yeah I'm here to warn ya Getting shaky cause I'm coming up on ya It's Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth on a major pape mission Rising to the top, Escapism I'm sitting back, I got the funk on cruise While you snooze Pete Rock is steady paying |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962)
Here come's the rugged one plus the way I flip it
I collect the loot and then I knock the boots A smooth dark lover prefer to be called the chocolate lover Cuz I can do wonders under cover I'm dip dip dope I rhyme like riz ope I cleanse like soap 'cause it's the great black hope Stay away from the penile I can rock the senile Hons alway wave 'cause slick like bunile Pete Rock on the boot knock, on the boot knock Plus the way that I flow...blood clot Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, yeah... So funky, like a street junky Like I said before, we go, c'mon... For Pete's sake I break and update, wait, I radiate The dub played to navigate the tune I make I fit like a slipper, so catch the Big Dipper Vital signs are quicker, not the flat line picture Showtime original, official with the smooth criminal I hit the cliches on the subliminal With the soul technician to fill the prescription In addition listen close to the mission The P.E.T.E.R.O.C.K., resume With the route to Brut by Faberge No doubt, to shout about a 20-bar segment Off spring the lyrics when the microphone's pregnant Give it a rubdown, now here's the sermon Everywhere you go you hear Mecca from the Vernon Pound for pound, uptown, I get down And bound to spin the record like a merry-go-round The cut don't flow that I touch is not a preemie And who would ever see me when I dream of Jeanie I don't think so, peace, I gotta go And shake like an earthquake, cousin, for Pete's sake To my man... Here come's the rugged one, plus the way I flip it I collect the loot and then I knock the boots A smooth dark lover, prefer to be called the chocolate lover 'Cause I can do wonders under cover I'm dip-dip-dope, I rhyme like riz-ope I cleanse like soap, 'cause it's the great black hope Stay away from the penile, I can rock the senile Hons alway wave 'cause I'm slick like lunile Pete Rock on the boot knock, on the boot knock Plus the way that I flow...blood clot Yo, my style's cock-diesel and I can do the hustle Niggaz know the time, I don't have to flex a muscle I'm not the type to fake it, I wouldn't try to take it Tie your girl to the back of my Jeep butt-naked Slide her monkey ass down the hill So if you don't want beef, money, chill for Pete's sake To my man... Music please... (C.L.) The Mecca's sweet like nectar, maybe 'cause you need it There's a ribbon in the sky, but I wonder if you see it In the days of thunder, notice how I simplex in the proper context Here steps the one, the answer to the riddle Survey says the black press can make you wiggle The staff to the craft, the stroke of a pena Pefect stranger, melody arranger Loopholes are filled when I build with the skill Liquid steels the mic on the Rock's chill No financial aid wade when I'm paid Deep as the Everglade, the escapade a renagade Study in the archives, place your bet, sonny Head crack back to back for the bail money For you, a chapter, slayed by the author Lickin' on your daughter, say, south of the border Now, here we are with the funky repertoire Draw warm like a spa, star, forget all the hoopla C.L. Smooth and Pete Rock Could break and penetrate, piece of cake, cousin, for Pete's sake To my man... For Pete's Sake, c'mon |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994)
[CL Smooth]
Capture this funakthon loaded by the Mecca Don Into the red zone, you spot my skull and crossbone alone To fill the Watergates, slaughter great, think and meditate Set behind the pace of the CL's war face Cras and tints, making blueprints for over six figure salaries Luchified, cause many did and died The mic wrecka, study Mecca, now building Cause I love my shorties like Jesus loved children Cause being smooth is the science I crafted To a state, when they incarsarate me I wanna be free And play some D on the high-scoring thrill from the Veronville Taking my yards with no bodyguards My click's the first round draft pick for time in prison So the only way to cover that is clean living Respect given, hear the bell go |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962)
Ghetto of the Mind...
I catch a body at a party sort of herbal with the verbal Look above and see the vultures fly around in a circle Baggin' while you're lollygaggin' raggin' tow taggin' Assassin with the millimeter roars of a dragon Here stood the black hood thirsty for the end And for the love of money kind of funny new friends Public housing a thousand in a tent So I'm forced to sell hell just to pay the rent Killin' my own people, I put 'em out of order Just like the liquor store scene on every corner I'm tryin' but the kids keep cryin', and the bullets keep flyin' Look, a boy, he's on the curb just dyin' Finally the cops come dumb to the slum Pull out a gun and arrest the wrong one Wax all the Puerto Ricans and blacks So they can never relax I dwell, might as well learn the facts Pete Rock and C.L. can radio a shack up Sparkin' off and have 'em all callin' for backup "Watch another crime and you're gonna do time" All this you'll find in the ghettos of the mind Ain't that somethin'?... Listen to cats and rough rats war under the window When the ghetto forts flarey, never was a Tom and Jerry Livin' ain't cheap, my survival is deep In this part of town where the city never sleep A Barney Miller roller, you can bet the car's stolen Or static with your BM, only when you see them Speakin' on your baby's mom, a best for the drama Always tryin' to make a movie, little stark-ravin' looney Stressin' it, but you know the ghetto keep ya busy A place that when I die it would never even miss me Crack phials in the aisles as one pimp smiles Dope piles workin' hookers by the miles But still my pop's got three jobs to stable A family household and food on the table So as we pray for all our souls to keep Somebody's on the project roof, ready to leap I want to stop the pain or the bad situation But backwards wisdom I can't afford to give 'em Self savior is much braver with the conscious behavior Designed in the ghettos of the mind Ain't that somethin'? C'mon... It's like that y'all... I could never look forward to an early retirement But still I maintain in a hostile environment Hustlin' the concrete jungle for loot My parents hated blood money so they gave me the boot Take a risk 'cause the peer pressure has the edge It was a blessin' when I saw my life dangle on the ledge The streets coulda swallowed me whole But the pain was all gone when I got to see my healthy son born And now I bring him home to the ghetto, Only to make a stronger fellow Maybe do some good for the neighborhood It's hard playing hero livin' less than a zero Raging Bull like DeNiro, the modern day pharoah A concentration camp with the Section 8 Welfare checks given at a monthly rate Apply for the get high, or just plain lazy Many steady collect right around the fifth baby The hawk is out but the niggaz never pack it A hundred dollar sneakers with the skimpy-ass jacket When people are deaf, dumb, and blind they get left behind Imagine in the ghettos of the mind |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - All Souled Out (1991)
[ VERSE 1 ] Yo From the intro I flow 3 in a row Buildin like a Lego Stacks upon stacks It attacks the wax Scrub it like Ajax Relievin as a X-Lax The night cap of rap Here to make another hit To undercover, smudder Word to mother Pump it for the playground World renowned Pete Rock |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - All Souled Out (1991)
Some live the good life loungin' by the pool
Catching a suntan and everything's cool Male or female you want to be set In the big mansion drinking Moet You read the Wall Street Journal Later for the comic Far from dumb because you practice logic You lived poor in the ghetto Never had the money easily But you found the remedy So you your girl and your kids could have a better opportunity And teach them all about unity Cultivating in the brains the words of Allah the master And they go far But, you still go visit your old stomping ground Indeed to help another that's down A tough situation cuts like a knife In search of the good life From the church, the home, on down to the prison People want to know how is he and she living Does he work? Do you wonder if his life will bloom? Is the girl going to have the kid anytime soon? How's the mother? Do they ever go visit the brother? What about the dad? I heard he drinks undercover Some are still shooting up, another on crack Just the other day trooper got sent back What type of life do you lead? Tell me 'Cause you can be anything you want to be Some will strive for the good life in any case The mind is a terrible thing to waste On drugs, violence, and hatred of another color Hear me now, brother All around the world the husband and wife Work night and day in search of the good life The G double O-D L-I-F-E Living in luxury Care free Period No time to waste We catch ours all day We work instead of play I B-U-I-L-D inside me Knowledge and quickly you vacate the city From a paranoid mental delusion Plain and simple I won't cause confusion Yo, that's your fault Stop the somersault 'Cause I put the bad like mo to a halt My destiny I define is heavenly So, Fort Knox, open sesame Light shines and the birds keep singing As I still cling to my positive upbringing With the need to succeed, right? On a natural high The good life |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - All Souled Out (1991)
Some live the good life loungin' by the pool
Catching a suntan and everything's cool Male or female you want to be set In the big mansion drinking Moet You read the Wall Street Journal Later for the comic Far from dumb because you practice logic You lived poor in the ghetto Never had the money easily But you found the remedy So you your girl and your kids could have a better opportunity And teach them all about unity Cultivating in the brains the words of Allah the master And they go far But, you still go visit your old stomping ground Indeed to help another that's down A tough situation cuts like a knife In search of the good life From the church, the home, on down to the prison People want to know how is he and she living Does he work? Do you wonder if his life will bloom? Is the girl going to have the kid anytime soon? How's the mother? Do they ever go visit the brother? What about the dad? I heard he drinks undercover Some are still shooting up, another on crack Just the other day trooper got sent back What type of life do you lead? Tell me 'Cause you can be anything you want to be Some will strive for the good life in any case The mind is a terrible thing to waste On drugs, violence, and hatred of another color Hear me now, brother All around the world the husband and wife Work night and day in search of the good life The G double O-D L-I-F-E Living in luxury Care free Period No time to waste We catch ours all day We work instead of play I B-U-I-L-D inside me Knowledge and quickly you vacate the city From a paranoid mental delusion Plain and simple I won't cause confusion Yo, that's your fault Stop the somersault 'Cause I put the bad like mo to a halt My destiny I define is heavenly So, Fort Knox, open sesame Light shines and the birds keep singing As I still cling to my positive upbringing With the need to succeed, right? On a natural high The good life |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994)
CL Smooth]
It's going down from out of town off the wicked streets of New York trouble Me and my man map the plan and make a hefty bundle Blessin weight to listen to greats from the bassment gates Makin the dubplates that cause quakes in other states My soldiers guzzle 40's with the shorties workin the scenes in tight jeans that blows all your boyfriends to smithereens On a scout to get humped out from the zone, bumpin Babyface When everything's live, I let my Boo drive Now do my hot shells ring bells and my knockouts settle beef Any last requests? You better make it brief Kid from 'Life Sucks' to 'Major Bucks' while Pete rocks Control blocks from ballplayers to corner hustlers Here come the Spark Brothers, many retire when I open fire Droppin smooth synthetic, the physical's mental but the outcome is energetic Larger clientele, drops by the CL, the spiritual to set it one time on the physical * Pete Rock cuts n scratches "I get physical, mystical, very artistical" * [CL Smooth] You must be silly my soul is Bigger than Willie to shock a city with some of the Mecca-fied joint at the boiling point Makin stable moves, wrestling grooves, here comes the pain My style's invisible knives, slicin to the root of your brain Funk locks when the terror come to box from the Pete Rizzocks Knocks the ghetto blaster funkin full fashion Now dames kick the sham real slow, talkin the shopping's urgent There hasn't been that much scheamin since Eve met the serpent My love rules Daisy Duke's amused Check the view of the issue my flexin bounce to your body tissue You know the Iceberg Slim, dig it Daddy, let the click grows Exotic to my foes, how I pimp these hoes Don't be surprised, you get Tysonized, the ultimate test is like Sweet Pea spankin all of Chavez best Blessed on a lyrical slugfest, cause every round's critical One blow that kept the dough physical * Pete Rock cuts n scratches "I get physical, mystical, very artistical" * [CL Smooth] You better brace yourself, in other words, fasten seatbelts When the Carmel melts, you love spots in your poom poom shorts No one can rock me and my latest aristocracy of Funktasia I represent the full intent to bring the flavor Head or gut, steady layin in the cut, fool it's mine kid for niggaz doin a master race Scarface bid Maintain God, and keep it all solid from the Overlord Adolpho Muhammad To game written twenty years down the line still hittin Makin arena sites rougher than the hockey fights It's just one of those nights, topsy turvy like a roller derby Style is comin sturdy any way you wanna work me Check the bizarre and hear a star, with so much chocolate over the Carmel, we need to own a candy bar But before we merc, run the drill I get physical Mystical, very artistical * Pete Rock cuts n scratches "I get physical, mystical, very artistical |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994)
CL Smooth]
What's goin on baby? Ain't nuttin it's CL Smooth Sextafied everyday; you gotta know that this live Let's get right to it Chorus: repeat 2X "I've got the love.." "Put the boogie back in for me and the crew and" >Biz "I've got the love.." "I'm like tellin you straight on up" >Biz [CL Smooth] Feel the vibe when it's bumpin in my tribe steps the Goodfellas live on screen now you protect the black queen Takin my time from the black on black crime Cause the night Mecca hits, Victoria runs out of secrets Doin trials in latex Lifestyles Boo; I make you call my name, and ask who it belongs to Brand new, with CL, in Carmel, livin well And never cease to flip the hottest dimepiece Now the legend increase into a great, truly Mecca made so in every escapade there's a panty raid You know the rules, slippin off them ewes; then we can settle with the woman that can take me to that next level Lay down the guns and make sons we can teach From the horseback rides, and the walks on the beach And if you got pretty feet I won't cheat I'm into strictly black pearls when I rocket y'all to different worlds Chorus [CL Smooth] You want a slow wind under my ceilin fan, read books and beat me at chess, but as for rockin you, who's the best? It's all good and correct with no disrespect Skirt chasin hits, takin love to Digable Planets Be wise and recognize, I'd rather show than tell Who got the clout to stop fakin me all out Ease your troubles, place your body in the bubbles Dimepieces fit around the cutie she run with Embrace the mood, thinkin totally nude with no limits Goin through every position within five minutes Now how we did it got a lot of honies with it Love is urban now fitted showin nothin but the belly button Many parlay, and peel off lingerie So when they come pick the one you could learn from So feel the beat in Three-Peat like Jordan got wings cause I'm doin them things, listen Chorus [CL Smooth] At last come the goodies, every woman got a love Hot with all that sex appeal for real, can I hit that? I'm warmer than your triple-goose with hands like a masseuse Don't play; cause I'm the hood your mama loves anyway My heart flips when you take long business trips I want a divorce, no I think I wanna see your boss Check you later honey, searchin in your coach bag for money Before you leave, I hug you til you can't breathe We Kool and the Gang, and kick slang, baby call in sick but you kiss me goodbye, and said, "I don't trick" She's so thick, and God is my witness Sometimes you just can't believe that I'm gettin this Rewind off the Pete Rock design I want a cutie with a ageless body and timeless mind The kind that when I wine and dine she pay the bill Cause it don't cost much to go Dutch baby Chorus (4X, second time with variations |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962) | |||||
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994) | |||||
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994)
CL Smooth]
Hit the lights and I appear beyond the stratosphere of Meccable function and if you're pretty let your lady sleep in Carmel City Begin and end the day on Lennon hunts for beachfronts to lit blunts now all agreed we're sippin OJ with the Dom P Bounce and bring it like it counts to be Luccified CL is sextified and women spell me nationwide You say you want my lips where and I can grab your what? I love your hips legs breasts faces with the firm butt Now feel the muscle when I hustle in the bedsheets Cause my manly treats can hit the fridge for more sweet SPLASH, and let me do my thing til it's hot and sweaty Reload the CamCorder, I guess by then you'll be ready Cause All My Children got One Life to Live But knockin wifey out the box is clearly a negative I'm in rugged wears with fancy facial wears and all the real shit come in pairs, and bounce em in the house y'all {Q-Tip sample} Pete Rock, is in the house.. CL, is in the house.. (4X) [Pete Rock] Back again, I'm here to win, to bust rhymes on beats again Copycats and rugrats, sit back and watch a champion It's time to wreck shop and show the world I'm true to hip-hop So check the style and peace to niggaz in the penile Now umm, it's the original Funky Chicken tactic I run game on your brain for the fame cause I'm active You try to follow in my footsteps, you can't do it I'm pullin your card it ain't hard, I don't have to prove it It's Pete Rock and CL Smooth to the utmost From coast to coast, the music makes you overdose You fiend, for the gangsta lean, I makes you scream Rugged Bro Soul on the scene a.k.a. the funk doer, numero uno, that means number one I get the job done plus I pack a gun So run, and tell your peoples you'll be on the lookout It's all about "Who's in the House?" with the funk {Q-Tip sample} Pete Rock, is in the house.. CL, is in the house.. (4X) [CL Smooth] Money up steps the new era of my lyrical terror Funkadelic for lightin up spots ever since little tots When the dust settle I'm packin heavy metal plenty The drop'll slaughter many, strictly off illegal entry It's elementary Watson, I drive a Benz not a Datsun Before my kicks hit the stage, we've been Foot Lock-in Body rockin to keep the ladies flockin with a concoction Rippin your blouse for no less than arrest in Morehouse My teeth prints where my knife slits, we train em and scar em like pits, off vibes of the Mecca joint Vibe to position, never runnin out of ammunition Now to the heart, I'm steppin with a concealed weapon Nothing's calm when the bomb blaze you know the phrase It's Pete Rock and CL Smooth knockin nowadays Eastside kid, you don't want none, so catch a relay I'm lettin off on anybody tryin to steal my DJ {Q-Tip sample} Pete Rock, is in the house.. CL, is in the house.. (4X) {Q-Tip sample} Check it out, give me my 'spect (8X) {Q-Tip sample} Pete Rock, is in the house.. CL, is in the house.. (10X |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962)
Prepare yourself to catch a verse from the big purse
Rotate the megahertz where you heard it first The perpendicular said none similar Quadruple any figure quick on the trigger Helter skelter wig out by the goodfella Not Lou Pinella cuz I'm black and mo' betta Bust a phenomenum we come to get busy Deep in roots but my name ain't Kizzie Many many march cuz I'm heavy on the starch Never tell a farce when I scale on a arch Jammin' on the radio, brothers say, "way to go" Shape it like Play-Do, soprano at the Chateau My theory periodically flows a odyssey Bigger than modern technology So save all the chit-chat when I kick a format fat It's like that... C.L. is the attribute you salute Cuz I gotta make loot, can't afford to be cute Enter the equilibrium in a medium Breaking your cranium with no ultimatum Drop a psalm like a bomb, never land in your palm And now I'm so cool and calm Pure unadulterated, premeditated Lyrical form, Pete Rock is the storm Sophistication I kick to a nation I rare compilation I call recreation The prognosis, so mackadocious Straight up ferocious for those who can focus Large like the Beatles, ask all my peoples Never make movies, so don't talk sequels So, hon, save the chit-chat when I kick a format fat (it's fat) It's like that... I'm all sold out, no doubt, without a question The blessing your guests in a suprucated session Anyway your honor, heresay the melee Is here for the payday, so A to the K Or should I say Deda, original baby par Smooth like a reservoir, the funky Shang-Ri-La No shame in my game, I'm set to entertain And if it wasn't for the fame, skinz would never know my name So back off a tad bit, that's a bad habit Cuz I write the raw...for sure Now I'm a flip a style and get crazy versatile Never fragile cuz I'm flowin' like the Nile Swing a jewel or a gem, notice how I say them With my approach, smoke a rhyme to a roach A four-season lover, light-skinned and bigger But what I deliver come before the cotton picker So here's to another hit, perfectly legitimate When I hit the skinz, guaranteed to keep the candle lit So save all the chit-chat when I kick a format fat It's like that |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994) | |||||
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962) | |||||
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from AZ - A.W.O.L (2007) | |||||
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - All Souled Out (1991) | |||||
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962)
CL Smooth]
The nightcap was exiled steadily profiled as the underachievin non believin can't stand to reason Where's your daddy boy to categorize the drinker Misunderstood to make the ordeal linger They label me a problem child who can't cope Hangin by a thread yes a very thin rope Inevitably can never be the man can I tell ya Visualize and memorize him in a cellar Well tally ho, pip-pip, my fam's gonna catch a fit My father lookin like he wanna bust my lip But that was never good for my health So I take the shovel out my pocket and dig myself Now when I look at the man in the mirror I see things much more clearer my Lord I'm not that popular, less than a dollar but the ? I pack can make you holla * Pete Rock scratches various "on and on" samples * [CL Smooth] I said, what you don't know could make a whole new world Man.. listen! I'm set to sabotage premonition Your propaganda, crooked type of version Some of the things I bring, you're babblin non-person Imbedded in my character, rebel nostalgia Uncommon valor who'd rather have no man-made religion or sect But try to believe what you conceive may be half correct I shed light, to show the path in sight Cause a man who can't treat you right can't teach you right In front of your eyes, what a surprise, and let the nature rise, just for the girls and the guys A Phi-Slamma-Jamma when you wear a bandanna Peace to Pop Dukes, and long live Nana The formula's reality, Pete Rock's the storm Together, forever, yes G we got it goin on * Pete Rock scratches various "on and on" samples * [CL Smooth] Internal affairs, flippin Hollywood Squares In search of the Mecca many travel in pairs Walked the slave ship, ??the side of ningamora?? to support a short order when I freak it on a corner Five-oh cruisin, decide to pull you over Beefin, "Where's the Coke?" I said, "A six-pack of soda?" The rookie's lookin thirsty, but everything's mental A baseball bat, to smack Shirley in the Temple Agreed to meet the maker so I yelled Hail Mary's And flew that head, to hit The House on the Prairie But the past can never choose my future correctly I found a greater source directly On and on, keep it on, you chant the boppin simonized, pullin you clockwise jammie To quickly skip the minimal tip, I dap for the wise I dip Can anyone see, phenomenally, to the last degree? I capitalize subliminally, wreck for positivity Yes my little chickadee, ready to flow with me Nevertheless I bless, follow me and see Predominantly, CL'll be, All in the Family God bless Marky Black, know we go way back The lyrics I pack is like a needle in the haystack CL and Pete Rock, Smooth like Dom Perignon Never torn, word is bond, we got it goin on * Pete Rock scratches various "on and on" samples to fade |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962)
To know the truth is to know the self
To know the self is to know the Mecca Mecca's not a state of mind or a place Mecca is a way of life It is the answer to all confusion The attribute I'd die for [or Adolfo] Abdullah Mohammed Makes way for the return of the Mecca Salaam Return of the Mecca (whispered 8x) Be sure to export the hardcore that came before Columbus Discover no other serve the soul on a dish Okay means official, kid, not decrepit Though the lyrical dynamo set the flow when I do so Entice the price with the mic device Hit ya slice so precise that you never hurt twice Fierce how I pierce when you near the frontier A world premiere so put the armor on your gear The overlord aboard with the two-edged sword Adored and restored, now the young gun toward Preserve the herb, never kick it to the curb Vocalize a verb, and the return of the word Mecca, the reincarnated selector From the whole agenda, something to remember A richer voice than Robin Leach I'll reach with a speech, no bleach so you can't impeach Monumentally smooth, I'll prove it sincerely To barely when you're near me clearly never sound weary Maintain the gravity, assault and battery So sweet the repeat you're bound to catch a cavity My ability to wreck a facility C.L.'s potential, smooth n' sequential Deep in every measure, hit the lotto for the beggar The midnight wrecker, return of the Mecca Return of the Mecca (whispered) Uh, understand the Mecca in command Part of the plan is the man who built the land He began A scripture ripped out the piece of a scroll Better the know, yes, a foretold, the beautiful and bold Start 'em in Harlem with the motto, the Apollo Boogie to me, I'll swallow hollow when you follow Stable like a turntable, lyrics I cradle No fable, label, or one, my tongue around your navel You're comin' to me so therefore the program's Mecca The silhouette, a weirder fella, darker than vanilla Talkin' about the theoretical, isometrical Alphabetical, rebel, a dissect-the-devil Unveil a tale in detail, the third rail Read it in braille, a bigger male leave a trail Now I sink you to the link, that'll make you think You's too large to shrink, I need a drink And toast to emperor, Mecca said to invent To know of a child, work your wiles so surrender And never to be lobotomized, the flexin' of the stanza But you know the answer when I drop a proper grammar Tabasco, the Late Show, flow to make a peso I manage to do damage so, honey, get Macco Risen from the prison, the division, Black and Decker Strictly for your pleasure, return of the Mecca Return of the Mecca (whispered) Ladies say "ah!," brothers say "oh!" Oh, "D" off the black Baryshnikov, Takin' it up north, back and forth, never been soft Bound to see me swollen like a Beethoven Listen, wide open, never tokin', "do or die," my slogan Save the sarcasm, I'll hit you like a orgasm Back off of that and maybe later let you pat 'em Necessary for any adversary to worry The legendary, primary, never secondary Dip in Peru, overdue in Honolulu Now'd if you knew the preview, could bubble like shampoo Outclass the mass so we'll look in the hourglass No time to waste for those in contrast Like the New York Philharmonic, sent to blow melodic With the logic I hear like a narcotic Put your best to rest, so get your bulletproof vest I got the wild, wild west to your chest You know the cause of death, so forget the autopsy Another got sloppy so I lit it in poppy Smooth as Peabo, but don't like Lelo For the grand finale I slip on like a Bally C.L. and P.R., categorizin' we are The soul brother, Mecca lover, funky by far The classic fantastic, rip it like elastic Here to get drastic, return of the Mecca |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994)
[CL Smooth]
You're everything that I dream about, talk about Walk around and brag about, cause I don't give a damn about What they say, what he say, or she say I'm addicted like drugs to your loving, but hey You got me strung like I'm young and it's crazy You're making me nervous, I don't deserve this, I'm Swayze I wish I could be but you really got a hold on me With your sex appeal, I'm telling you how I feel, shit is real Now I don't really want to play myself so I say to myself: |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962) | |||||
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from DJ Premier - The Kings Of Hip Hop (2005) | |||||
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962) | |||||
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962)
Uh yeah. Uh huh.
We got Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth And we're here to tell you to... And that's a fact baby Now you're gonna kick some lyrics Like this c'mon... Walk the fine short line and put the needle to the grind Representin' one kind seeing eye for the blind Witness what I carry on bears a further purpose From how we do slam a few then you want to purchase A dialogue of funk, you love to pop it in your trunk I win, more disciplined than a Show-lin monk Pete Rock and C.L., well set to spark it The powerful target to destroy the black market But when you say black, listen, I don't know, you lose me I guess another beggar can afford to be choosey I come to the maximum, artist on a major label Any duplication of this one is fatal On one to five, I gotta hit ya live Beat your ass with my tape, any race or shape Cuz if they got mine, they got yours too But together here's what we gotta do Tell 'em...straighten it out Ah, yeah...straighten it out You know this is the word (say what?)...straighten it out That's right y'all...straighten it out (say what?) You got to...straighten it out Everybody must...straighten it out (say what?) Straighten it out...yeah Straighten it out...it's like that (say what?) The funk legacy I pass on, clearancy for high rates Every time we sample all the past time greats Stick it in the SP-1200 beat, I make a loop Lovely, where the Troop in a Lexus coupe Just a little bit, set to make a whole lot happen The musical inside my rappin' Written by the C.L., produced by the P.R. And add in any credit that you heard thus far I start from scratch, cuz the bass line's critical Better than the original who first made it But now you want to sue me, but fans never boo me Believe I know the times, we been broke, too, G Here's another sample clear, seeya, get the hell outta here Like a bootleg, you're over for the year You'll only get the credit where the credit is due So, listen, what I shout out is true Yeah, true...straighten it out You gots to tell 'em to...straighten it out (Say what?)...straighten it out You got to tell 'em to...straighten it out (Say what?)...straighten it out That's right...straighten it out C'mon (say what?)...straighten it out That's right...straighten it out Straighten it out (say what?) Like the strands of lamb's wool, I'm thinkin' that's said Here to go to the head and count the locks on a dred I and I'd 'mit to verify, goin' to multiply A theory many thought a conspiracy Here to let you know that it applies to all of us You're no exceptions to the rule and that's a plus Cuz who Jah bless, let noone curse Straighten out what I be about, reckon above the clout And let the management work for me Because I don't need the unnecessary hostility A proper marketing plan so we can gobble up the dough Straighten it out, so everybody know The kids are official with the purpose of a smooth surface Kickin' the service one time to make 'em nervous We're finally here and very long overdue Pete Rock, this one's for the crew You gotta...straighten it out Everybody must...straighten it out (say what?) You gotta...straighten it out Everybody must...straighten it out (say what?) Straighten it out...you got to Straighten it out...c'mon (say what?) Straighten it out All black people must...straighten it out Say what? Straighten it out Everybody must...straighten it out The YG's, they must...straighten it out The Hilltop, they must...straighten it out The whole money-earnin' must...straighten it out Everybody must...straighten it out Come on...straighten it out Ah, yeah...straighten it out (to close |
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from DJ Cut Killer - Party Jam (2003) | |||||
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994)
CL Smooth]
Open Sesame steppin through the mist it's the specialist Comin to box and flooded with rocks We'll get down for mine the kind that makes cement feel us Standin in the company of killers Follow my trail as I walk through the valley of death Left to fear no evil cause what I grip is legal I'm hot like yard the point guard of this group on the loop Never your right, raising all your game type tonight Entering the level of high gear You'd think it took a Bob Marley spliff to get here Front to rear God of the drugs that you're hearin while my neighbors say we need to be jailed for rackateerin Now appearin, Pete Rock and CL Smooth, to the jugular Now you got Mecca and the Soul Brother Slightly, you might raise a hair of doubt But if we don't rock the spot, The Sun Won't Come Out [Pete Rock] Check it out, without Pete Rock and CL Smooth Without _Anger in the Naion_ Yo, without _Mecca and the Soul Brother_ You know The Sun Won't Come Out Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth You know we can't _Reminisce_ If we don't _Straighten It Out_ You know The Sun Won't Come Out [CL Smooth] Un-chained heat, I hustle on the street or beat to keep you on the edge of your seat, you consumer A QB-like boomer, the ultimate team But if I wake up in another woman's bed, I'ma scream I'm settin up shop pop to overthrow Castro Chokin over Noriega's Garcia Vegas Guess who supplies the pies and dope triples Now she leaks ass cheeks, pearly whites and titty nipples Would CL ever trick loot on PC? Even if I never had sonny boy I disagree Cut the small talk, I give more marks than a school of sharks on attack, so keep your ass back When it's wack you get a thumbs down, another record deal wasted Listen man, find another occupation man Here's the persuasion, blazin one amazin route that's all about.. .. "The Sun Won't Come Out" [Pete Rock] Yo, so check it out, with Pete Rock and CL Smooth You gotta _Act Like You Know_ _If It Ain't Rough, It Ain't Right_ kid You know The Sun Won't Come Out Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth You can't _Reminisce_ to _T.R.O.Y._ If we don't _Straighten It Out_ You know The Sun Won't Come Out [CL Smooth] I rule chicks off acoustics, watchin the Knicks We up ten, but need to stop shootin bricks Put the jailhouse funk in under stars til the lines on my looseleaf, look like some metal bars My forecast hits a megablast, and what I invent a pack of bloodhounds could never get the scent Payin off the beast now my bills increase If there's a five dollar rock sold in the park I want a piece The Sun Won't Come Out, unless the crowd start this Cause if it was my choice, you all dance in darkness Cause any verse rips a total eclipse for sun rays Anyways was the phrase back in my younger days (so check it out) Now the God displays the attribute, dealin with heat from the bassment, enterin the streets you meet Pete Rock and CL Smooth and when you see what it's about You know The Sun Came Out, now pass my shades [Pete Rock] Yo, without Pete Rock and CL Smooth Without _Anger in the Nation_ Yo, without _Mecca and the Soul Brother_ You know The Sun Won't Come Out Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth You gotta _Act Like You Know_ _If It Ain't Rough It Ain't Right_ kid You know The Sun Won't Come Out Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth We can't _Reminisce_ Yo, if we don't _Straighten It Out_ You know The Sun Won't Come Out Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth Without _Ghettoes of the Mind_ If you know what I'm talkin about You know The Sun Won't Come Out, so check it One two, Pete Rock and CL Smooth for ninety-four Breakin you off somethin proper Check it, peace y'all |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994)
Check it out
Ahh yeah Back again with anotha hit smash Pete Rock and CL Smooth We got the groove for you So go call your crew And let em know we in the house CL hit em off with the verses [CL Smooth] Never judge a book by the cover; discover the Soul Brother with the Mecca Don workin brunette to blonde How many Edison Con when I respond in full black with us havin the Vernon villians back to back Amazing grace when I face the great paperchase For real it's long overdue, so I don't wanna talk to you I stroke the hell out of mademoiselle who insisted every night, she get her back twisted in the unlisted I'm livin through my son so daddy see it this way I want him in the NFL, his brother in the NBA No doubt I with a 'piece, down in Mecca, all crazy to the lady, none of this is make-believe I breathe some of the most powerful lyrics of our century Battle physically, conquer mentally Essentially, you're dealing with a Mecca affair So anywhere you wanna go, y'know, I'll take you there Chorus: unknown singer(s) C.. L.. whatcha gonna do You.. know.. you can make me Boo Ohh-ver.. and ohh-ver again Come on, and take me there [CL Smooth] Control now so in the future see me callin the shots From larger plots to cash to mini-bikes and open mics I'm blowin up spots for knots in the millenium years And now I drop it on my peers, brings Tears and Fears And now the question manifest in my only My soldiers wear Versace or the army fatigue That brings a world of intrigue and glamour to my arsenal of Gods, pimps to players and layers of Decepticons My whole mindstate gravitate to weapon Makin people in the business get a misconception It ain't hard to the core, it ain't Sex on the Beach It's just another plateau the brothers have to reach Emphatic with non-cypher, then we were broke and misguided Try to gas me like Hitler once we get divided No question, you're dealing with a Mecca affair So anywhere you wanna go, I'll take you there Chorus [CL Smooth] Set it so I can make em all respect my fame When brothers try to count all my chips in the game Now let me civilize your foolish acts of gunplay The plan of a stick man, the price in how to get away Chose for negroes, the most hypnotical flows on the planet, another East coast track rose, God damnit My theme, to mainstream's the knocker Only time I get right as block is when my lucci's on lock Pretty much I'm comin through in the clutch see My thought is a bombshell, built to only propel Or is it just my style of hustle makin a mark To rumble the playgrounds with more danger than Jurassic Park It was dark, when I brought it to the light, despite my staff's got me takin nothin but champagne baths Now the aftermath's dealin with a Mecca affair So anywhere you wanna go, I'll take you there Chorus [singer] Just come on Take me right where I wanna be Come on Come on to you and me Come on Oahahahohhahhh [Pete Rock] Keep doin it baby Check it out, bust it Chorus 2X (second time with music, to fade |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994) | |||||
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962) | |||||
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - All Souled Out (1991)
It's time to dip dive dip
You might break a hip To the sound that's legit I've come to make a hit I usually bust scratches with my man C.L. Smooth But I decided to get wreck on this groove As I provide the slide You're going on a ride I know the weather's nice There's no need to play the outside Guess who's on the flyer The man of your desire Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth all the honey dips admire Beats are rough and rugged Pete Rock is the creator Now I'm busting raps while switching cross-faders Making sure my sound hits from here to Grenada Honey gave me skins, man, I told her friends I ate her But, wait up I save this subject for later But, it's time to catch wreck with the creator I'm addicted like a stoag Not into vogue (Yo, Pete, there's a girl on the phone) Tell her to hold 'cause I'm busy kickin' rhymes to the rhythm Fortified with soul 'cause that's what I give 'em Honeys form a line form a line 'cause I always seem to capure Beats made of rupture Rhymes made of rapture Far from illiterate Always seem to get a hit If you try to step to this Don't even consider it Skins when I want 'em But, only when I eat 'em To set the record straight, I'll be damned if eat 'em Call me Pete Rock I make the girls flock And if you want a beat like this, I got them in stock So, flow with the flow Because you know I'm good to go As I proceed to get wreck on your stereo Not an imitator Just a crowd motivator But, it's time to get wreck with the creator Now, C.L. Smooth, cut it up like this (scratching) Now, I'm'a take a try And get a piece of the pie If they give me one sec To get some wreck Never filled with anger A good body banger If you try to step to this you'll get hung on my hanger Before I say good-bye Suckers gave a good try But, point blank you just can't see this My word is beneficial Pete Rock is the issue And I know you know my style is official I might give a scratch (Yes, cousin) Or I might kick a verse (No question) Either one, I can't be seen Honeys call me tall and lean And if you want to stick around I'll show you what I mean Not an imitator Just a crowd motivator But, it's time to get wreck with the creator It's time to get wreck with the creator Get wreck with the creator The creator C.L. Smooth, get busy |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994)
Pete Rock]
One two one two y'all One two check it out Got my man CL Can't forget my man Cee Lo Can't forget money earnin' Mount Vernon Can't forget New Roch' Can't forget Westchester Can't forget umm.. CL hit me off [CL Smooth] Feel the funk by the rap czars in sports cars Comin atcha now you listen at the feet of a master Caution not Wheel of Fortune here's a portion of untamedness, approachin famous, for miscellaneous The track get crackin though, unexplainable When I ground a jewel, sound is simply uncontainable Release my soul, but never make the mistake and play me like a stone cold fruitcake man Cause you can never fathom G the dough we want so My flow's the steadiest, to never leave us penniless Come on down to the very necessary legendary Well the more the merry stickin women type of villian The evidence relentless, I ride to see you magnatized Mecca to begin you're locked in no doubt The label better push this, so we can pay the rent You can season the pot well, but here's The Main Ingredient [Pete Rock] The Main Ingredient y'all The Main Ingredient Yo, The Main Ingredient y'all The Main Ingredient Yo, The Main Ingredient y'all The Main Ingredient The Main Ingredient y'all Yo, The Main Ingredient, kick it CL [CL Smooth] I know you wonder what kind of way is that to think: Put all the wackest rappers on a boat and let it sink Don't blink; next thing you see you spot is taken No Jax I'm Fakin' soldiers took the whole reservation On a scale of one to ten, we move rather swiftly Want a dimepiece but we'll settle for an eight-fifty Don't blow mine, your trump card is exposed to pages Now your beginning's already at the final stages Pumpin like 12 gauges from a shotgun blast I never saw people run so fast, aight? Stay up all night, then sleep all day Makin big Lucci and would have it no other way In conjunction, with the function, as stated Orchestrated by the Soul Brother nickel plated Tell the judge you were foolish, and try to be lenient Cause you never had the The Main Ingredient [Pete Rock] The Main Ingredient (7X) Hit the third verse off kid [CL Smooth] This cap is peeled layin joints like a minefield When dynamite's my rhythm this is East coast terrorism The Vernon-ville's Mecca Don, formin Voltron tactics Let off three verses and the crowd panics Get em all, the kingpin of the Player's Ball Now every tramp in your camp's going AWOL My Lucci situation is A Daily Operation On the strip, I refine you like Tales From the Crypt Right here's the real shit, and all that other's counterfeit Funk to let you know exactly what you're dealin with P-R slash, C-L smash, love to spend cash For proper livin, slidin up in wealthy women Stick your hand in my pants, and grab the mic's no crime Cause like Sisters With Voices, it's about time for you to respect my whole foundation precisely Be obedient, to The Main Ingredient [Pete Rock] Yo, The Main Ingredient The Main Ingredient Yo, The Main Ingredient The Main Ingredient (4X) Check out the funk y'all Mic Check, one two CL Smooth, and Pete Rock Comin back, for ninety-four Can't forget Get on, to get on It's time to get on, peace to I-n-I Yeah, can't forget Baby Pah Can't forget the whole roster One two Check it It's The Main Ingredient y'all The Main Ingredient y'all (4X) The Main Ingredient, y'all (7X) The Main Ingredient, bust it |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962)
(I reminisce, I reminisce) x3 I reminisce, I reminisce Uh! (I reminisce, I reminisce) Yeah (I reminisce, I reminisce) (I reminisce, I reminisce) (I reminisce, I reminisce) I reminisce for a spell, or shall I say think back 22 years ago to keep it on track The birth of a child on the 8th of October A toast but my granddaddy came sober Countin all the fingers and the toes Now I suppose, you hope the little black boy grows, huh 18 years younger than my mama But I really got beatings cause the girl loved drama In single parenthood there I stood By the time she was 21, had another one This one's a girl, let's name her Pam Same father as the first but you don't give a damn Irresponsible, plain not thinking Papa said chill but the brother keep winking Still he won't down you or tear out your hide On your side while the baby maker slide But mama got wise to the game The youngest of five kids, hon here it is After 10 years without no spouse Momma's gettin married in the house Listen, positive over negative for the women and master Mother Queen's risin a chapter Deja vu, tell you what I'm gonna do When they reminisce over you, my God My God It's so... Yeah, so lovely That's how we like to do it in the 90's Pete Rock |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (1962)
Pete Rock]
Yeah.. uh huh.. *echoes* It's called the Wig Out *echoes* It's called the Wig Out *echoes* *whispering* It's called the Wig Out *echoes* It's called the Wig it's called the Wig it's called the Wig Out It's called the Wig Out *echoes* It's called the Wig Out *echoes* It's called the Wig it's called the Wig it's called the Wig Out [CL Smooth] Circulate us in the vein set to ride the cracks on your brain Like a novacaine, I train to easy any pain (word?) Yeah, get your wig loose, I relieve tension The path to my lesson is the highway to heaven (ahh yeah) Plus, what a rush, catch another one flushed (uh-huh) Now you got a crush, makin dames wanna blush (yeah) I stomp out your campfire; liar, retire (uh) Cause none of these homefries here is Oreida (yeah) The Wiggy-Wig get the big bread; known to break em like a twig (whoo!) Gimme beef cause I don't eat pig (uh) Who runs the joint with the flavors in the Vernon? (uh-huh) Got _One Life to Live_, _As the World Keeps Turning_ (yeah) More, take a draw, then react to contact (uh) A buzz from my cuz I back as a fact (yeah) Just like the reverand, I make you wanna jump and shout (say what?) CL Smooth got the Wig Out.. [Pete Rock] It's the Wig Out, uhh It's the Wig.. It's definitely the Wig Wig Out! C'mon, ahh yeah Come on.. yeah.. [CL Smooth] With the pace of a racehorse, I cover like lipgloss Roll with force to get you wigged of course (uh-huh) The honey-coated brown eyes wise to the franchise Notice other guys, never twist his size (uhhh, uhhh) Bigger than life, I hit the wife undercover You discover when my dog ate the drawers off the mother (uh-huh) Called her Greedy Gretchen, my pet came fetchin And shot Old Yeller with the big Smith and Wessun (whoo!) CL and double-X-L ring a bell Supplied by the inside, never been a shell Rowdy, but thoughts got cloudy, you choked in a puff of smoke, mics were lit, and then broke (yeah) Back and forth like a game of Ping-Pong (what?) I get the cypher going like Cheech and Chong (yeah) And glide through your system, on a funk rhythm (uh-huh) Honey don't pout, CL got the Wig Out.. [Pete Rock] Like I said.. It's the Wig.. to make your head go.. AOOWWWWWW! Yeah.. it's like that.. [CL Smooth] CL, the A+, while you wear a F like a freebie With your nine lives this arrives, here kitty-kitty No more to savor cause I'm here to kick flavor The most common denominator, said none graver Sufferin succotash, a blunt for the cash Whiplash, FloJo in a forty yard dash (uh) Solid like a ?, never fall like Rome A notch for your crotch so honey heat it I'm home (uh) My baby's a lovechild, say whassup to ya (uh-huh) Like Dr. Welby, I keep the boy healthy (yeah) Pete knowledge me, flip it over and it's sweet Entwined when I mentally design verse three (uh) Appears so real when the Soul Brother sun (yeah) If you rate it on a chart, it would be number one (uh-huh) Spread it like sauerkraut, the main event doubt You wind up in a rout, CL got the Wig Out.. [Pete Rock] CL got the Wig.. come on CL got the Wig Out.. yeah Shit is funky.. Yeah.. uh-huh.. That's fresh.. C'mon! Ah yeah, uh-huh, that's how we're livin for the nineties Yes! Yes cousin Gettin busy, uh-huh Yeah.. It's the Wig Out! Wig Out! Uh, the Wig Out! The Wig Out.. *fades |
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from Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient (1994)
[Rob-O]
Who keeps it methods and orthodox, who caught the props Who's styles are shit, who's gonna rock? On to the break of dawn, you wanna battle, pay the price Mathematically precise, smooth and plus nice With a flow that's like a mailman or letter carrier Rob-O brings the ghetto area Funk flavor through your neighborhood, state, town, or borough Stay down, I don't think I'm quite thorough Not your average rapper (Listen) Cause in a sec I write some shit to blast your wack ass to Mecca See Rob's the most Mecca To grab the microphone and yes y'all it To school these dreds and stress these bald heads The INI's in the house (You don't stop) Pete Rock, Grap Luva, Mark, and Polo rising and you don't stop We let the funk slide and let God be our guide Flowing from the Vernon worldwide [Pete Rock] It's the funk god, taking you worldwide, so bust it Flowing over beats cause it's a must, kid That I proceed to fix the hardcore in the mix Check one two with the flow that fits I make the hits that soar, I put the wreck in the raw '94 in your local record store It's Pete Rock and CL, the Main Ingredient Now leave your wack style home, cause you won't be needing it I grab the mic and get wreck for real You hear me on the wax, kid, you see me on the steel Can you feel the funk as I inject? Then God protect it, hold the mic, see I select it To keep it crazy versatile but still underground, packs the four pound cause it's wild In this place you'll find it hard to hide Soul Brother and I'm going worldwide [Rob-O] Now who's the greatest? Few debate this, you're still figuring? Well perish the thought, there's none bigger in-acapo |