Pete Rock

[Ras Luv]
The streets battle grows hottest over hour plays a role of murarder touching evey land or earth like a Harlem Globetrotter With a message it prays tellin brothers to rasie their hands
And take a stand because we all hourstand
You have to bake the cake with grease
and let the battle release and make enough so that we all get a piece
A slice for Mama Do, a slice for Papa Do I come from Uptown and kid that's how we do
I only speak for I.N.I. can't speak for your crew
so why would I watse my time to even stress you
I keep my mind on billed, and plus I keeping some skill Consant thought about the madness can't hear the ldol chatters about
So I escape and take the funk rotue out, histroy's taught me what is all about
My destiny is profilled when I'm over and out
But I'll leave apart of me to cover all my acounts and I'm out

[Pete Rock] Chorus:
You always wanna be in the spotlight (right)
The Center of Attention I also like to mention
I.N.I. rocks the spot
It's like that cuz we keeping it hot

[Rob-O]
Check it out, yo
You see I prefer the player's approach so bust it
joint's bumping lovely, skins is thick like custom plus the weapons that keep me steppin' while I proflex the ( ? ) microphone check-in.
You flow slick for a second
but now It's Rob-O's ditz your sweatin
and at my show, you see theatin.
Why you stressing the tense to quench the strengh of this wiff microphonist,
your bicth attention is the bonest. Midatonest, crusin all this I got rhym goddamn.
Confuse the funk music, rock, and jam.
Pakistan stacks and grands and at the female fans at the Local Thea-ther the vocal creator slash I show blast beacuse you can't fuck with me.
I guess this is the way your luck will be.
Frontin much nevre, with the rep that you can't preserve step to +I+ and '95 you gettin' served the method of Center of Attention

Chorus

[Grap Luva]
Doesn't truly pay to be the Center of Attention the main atraction gettin' all the action
People stoppin' the +I+ with question after question
I spit a few replies and keep with my my self and never in the weapon carrying type but I'll insite a riot oragnize and never quiet
Don't it try it, dissin the +I+ is no use
I bounce like Cashar tape and get loose
Grippin the mic, spittin words I write
Or the pad or the paper or this pretictular caper
Got nuff up's and down's instry clowns
Jealous niggas tryin to keep countin my fingers
But yo, Im a spirtal millionarie dropping bombs
Like King David when he wrote the songs
So what you need to do to listen up remain calm
not riding a wave refuse to be a salve cause I'm the center

Chorus

Ho-low, the Center of Attention
Meccalicous you the Center of Attention
Terence I be the Center of Attention
My man Tito the Center of Attention
Money Tazz you the Center of Attention
And Grand Banga you the Center of Attention
Lou Bizzy you the Center of Attention
Pete Red the Center of Attention
( ? ) you know the Center of Attention you be
Ward G, the Center of Attention you be
G-O the Center of Attention
My man Ropa-loc Center of Attention
Dave Ice is the Center of Attention
My brother Heavy D you the Center of Attention
All the boros be the Center of Attention
Pete Rock you the Center of Attention let's bounce

[Verse 1 - Ras Luv]
Natty Dread like Bob so rock steady
With no spaghetti with meat sauce
Maybe salads with one toss
No bread of the sorrow cause afraid to see tommorow
It's religion never suspicious
You're too delicious for the tongue
See the lungs breathe a natural high
Just like the shirts that's so lovely
So ask Marco Polo and I never go solo
Cause I roll with the crew that keep the funk flows
That make ya dance until the sisters take glance
I hope you find romance....try your luck take a chance
Til I enter like the Milton Plaza I'm the center
Of it all, the fuckin' prince of the ball
Standing six feet tall, that's a long way to fall
But not worry, cause my vision ain't blurried
The +I+ is hotter than the spice and curry
So don't stress the father or you might feel the fury

[Verse 2 - Grap Luva]
So check the situation, a raw deal is what we facin'
What's the flavour of the rules they mandate
The climbin' gets hotter as the city gets smarter ( ? )
A million one catch they tryin' to earn top dollar
Half that mill, they straight out to kill
I'm cultivated and destined to act real ill
Black let up in the things of five burroughs of pain
Only reason why the east and the west it ain't the same
I'm twenty-something years of age and life surely ain't about hand-outs
So I lace my plan out, hard work is levicated to an encore survival
Considergize less and from conception to arrival
Now that I'm here my fear shall decrease
Learn about life makin' my way to the east
From four square yard struggler
The G's on time, yo god hit me with that rhyme

[Verse 3 - Rob-O]
In-tro-ducin the R to the O-B-O
You didn't know, I witness ya thoughts I'm Robodendo
But your inventions confuse me on the surface
Ya nervous, because your lack of purpose
Check it, thought about it, much much later
Should've kept it real would've been much greater
But, you got in it like a pussy, in fact
Bein' pussy kept your wack ass back
Now in '95 to 2000 Rob is on some next shit
Game type, yeah in ya heart, you know it ain't right
Dissention among the ranks
I'm givin' thanks to the most high for plantin' me firm
Upon this world that's forever changin'
The conflict that I'm engagin'
The concert with amiss communication
Imagine that me take the weight for some next kid short
Yo it's a Grown Man Sport

[Hook - I.N.I. & Pete Rock]
Yeah yeah like that
laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa
it's a Grown Man Sport, yeah
laalalaaalalaaaalaalaalaaaaaaaa
it's a Grown Man Sport, come on
laalalaaaaaaaalalalaaaaaaaaa
it's a Grown Man Sport
lalalaaaaalalaaaalalalaaaaaa
this here is a Grown Man Sport

[Verse 4 - Meccalicous]
Hold it suppose it was me speakin' on tapes
To create a lifestyle to marinate
Different latitudes search cocaine to food
Excuse my move to bliss
Eternal stress in fits
I see the same in many, penny thoughts
Cause honey thought I wasn't ready but willin'
Now I'm blowin' through the ceiling
Go real only when a nigga make me any noise
So figure, the first letter supports the sport

[Outro - I.N.I. & Pete Rock]
laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa
it's a Grown Man Sport, yeah
laalalaaalalaaaalaalaalaaaaaaaa
it's a Grown Man Sport, come on
laalalaaaaaaaalalalaaaaaaaaa
it's a Grown Man Sport
lalalaaaaalalaaaalalalaaaaaa
yeah it's a Grown Man Sport
Like that
This one goin' out dedicate this one to the almighty god
Rastafari Selassie
InI as we come of for '95 '96
Ya live, respect

[Rob-O]
A little bit, if you can get it out.
I ain't gonna say it, cause I'll mess it up...go ahead then
Yeah, know what I'm sayin' I.N.I. in the place
Here to do our thing, you what I'm sayin' step up time.
Time to claim something that's real out here know what I'm sayin'
Something that you can live for know what sayin.
Seize you know what I'm sayin.
Time to bulid time to step up yo

I stay at the center of news got ( ? ) in interviews
(you can't lose G) overstand the whooze see the style that can wooo
when you witness the God of the groove
sayin some shit to smooth to make you move.
Showing improve plus to track a lot yeah I'm hot like what up in your face with the product
No hesitation in the world of frustation
cause were facing a Grown Man Sport situtation

[Grap Luva]
Check it
each time we hit the studio we lay down laws with no pause
we already be little with floors
Shit profection like the ultimate driving meachine
We stand lean, and always literate what we mean
Brothers don't be overstanding the plans that we been having
Crushing all these clowns cause it's all about the mic grabbing
I'm from the land where the righteous and the woo gress
The Vernonville will live the life that be true ( ? )

Chorus:
Step Up
Step Up time
Step Up
Step Up time
Yeah, cause it's Step Up time
Step Up time
Step Up, yo
Step Up time
Yeah, Yeah
Step Up
Step Up time
Step Up
Step Up time
Step Up, kid
Step Up time
Yeah, Yeah
Step Up time

[Ras Luv]
Fare-la, the pray starts now you smell the first sparks at the flame
The Gods warn me that's is not a game
So is he's to proceed the first seed was drop when I.N.I. came to rock the spot
I caught the props when I flock to the hot jam at the city
The shorties look pretty wanna join my committie of Rude Boy rebel
underground like the devil
But I never pray this man came eye daze from smoke
And thoughts about the stage gettin smoke
Cogeneration all going from broke
You know you can't cope with Rassta with the fire in his eyes
Yo, it ain't no surprise I keep it live to survive to shitsome
I can't get caught up as a victim
But if I do, I go out ( ? ).( ? ) cause I'm bout fed up as a fatboy
It's time for I.N.I. to make niose

Chorus

[Grap Luva]
So now you know there no need to stop elavatin, pentratin the glass top. the glass top.
Hold on to manhood before your life
Cause some situtations is bond to get strife
You won't get a harvest if you don't sold seeds
Ill gain wealth bring stress from dirty deeds
The choices that you make will profill your needs
But the shit you go though will be hard to believe

[Rob-O]
Yo, shit's ridiculous and I should know by now
still with some pretictular flow hits me over somehow
from selling qills in the streets, to makin' phat beats
fuckin with cheats to makin mince meat
The wrong move spells defeat, the wisdom is shown
Things I see first the knowledge is known.
I wanna apologize to seize I stone
Step Up time you on your own

Chorus

[Pete Rock Outro]
And we out I.N.I. flavor peace
Grap Luva, Rob-O, Ras, Marco Polo
I.N.I.
Grap Luva on the beat
Sure sounds complete
And my name is Pete
And we out til' next week
Peace

Respect
On peut vous juger par vos paroles
Alors, faites attention a vos paroles, mon frere
(...) 1995 est ici et c'est notre annee
Alors, nous avons ca avec la foi de Dieu
INI live
Jah...

[Grap Luva]
Dig it
Every day of my life I bear witness to the power of words
And what they do to the many and the few
I'm speaking thoughts with the mind and the mouth open
Keeping my people on point, plus I'm hopin
That my word sound power will devour the fools
For they know not the hour the Most High rules
I got an aura created by words of praise
Original G, watch I as I amaze
All my pupils, when I speak I have scruples
Treat my mind like a holy tabernacle
No one can attack and steal my thoughts
Therefore the words I say are the lessons I brought
Into the cipher, words now possess value
If you wanna know the real then let me tell you
You're responsible for what you say
Because the words you speak can truly cause dismay

(So what you say) a PMD

[Ras Luv]
The Most High he stands for real
That's why I.N.I. comes across with mass appeal
So now sign your deal, it's all packed and sealed
To get it shipped and sold
And now you're reaching for your goal
But nowadays every loop has got its hole to filled
You have to break a mil just to pay your bill
So with quick skill I build an empire
And then retire all those that expire
Cause what you say, it reflects how you live every day
And even when the sky is grey I maintain hope to pray
For existence, alleviate some resistance
The father's birth was evidence and proof
So I must teach the truth to my newborn youth
To keep it going on so that thought will stay strong
And be embedded so we never can forget it
Man, all you devils stay back cause your attempt is pathetic

(So what you say)

[Rob-O]
Rob prefers the subtle approach
But the flow allows the I to construct a antidote like a coach
And just last year I was doing shows for ( ? )
And now I'm talkin 'bout facing the Gods with no fear
And since here's still a controversy and pains
Got me spendin time anointin all my ( ? ) slain
Must refrain and do things my people's way
Cause what you say equals the price you'll pay
But the strife you spray with your double-tongue dealing
Following these crowds, mass appealing, way of feeling
Feel your concealing can last for ( ? )
You either sink or survive is what I think, I'm Rob Cipher
Master crafter, elevation's what I'm after
Yeah, I'm stressing the texts in all my chapters
I got an answer for my thoughts one day
Don't wanna get caught in what you say

Ecoutez bien pour ce tempo la
et c'est bon paroles
car nous, I.N.I., n'a pas de temps de faire la musique commerciale
Peace and love...
and I'm out

[Verse 1 - Ras Luv]
Natty Dread like Bob so rock steady
With no spaghetti with meat sauce
Maybe salads with one toss
No bread of the sorrow cause afraid to see tommorow
It's religion never suspicious
You're too delicious for the tongue
See the lungs breathe a natural high
Just like the shirts that's so lovely
So ask Marco Polo and I never go solo
Cause I roll with the crew that keep the funk flows
That make ya dance until the sisters take glance
I hope you find romance....try your luck take a chance
Til I enter like the Milton Plaza I'm the center
Of it all, the fuckin' prince of the ball
Standing six feet tall, that's a long way to fall
But not worry, cause my vision ain't blurried
The +I+ is hotter than the spice and curry
So don't stress the father or you might feel the fury

[Verse 2 - Grap Luva]
So check the situation, a raw deal is what we facin'
What's the flavour of the rules they mandate
The climbin' gets hotter as the city gets smarter ( ? )
A million one catch they tryin' to earn top dollar
Half that mill, they straight out to kill
I'm cultivated and destined to act real ill
Black let up in the things of five burroughs of pain
Only reason why the east and the west it ain't the same
I'm twenty-something years of age and life surely ain't about hand-outs
So I lace my plan out, hard work is levicated to an encore survival
Considergize less and from conception to arrival
Now that I'm here my fear shall decrease
Learn about life makin' my way to the east
From four square yard struggler
The G's on time, yo god hit me with that rhyme

[Verse 3 - Rob-O]
In-tro-ducin the R to the O-B-O
You didn't know, I witness ya thoughts I'm Robodendo
But your inventions confuse me on the surface
Ya nervous, because your lack of purpose
Check it, thought about it, much much later
Should've kept it real would've been much greater
But, you got in it like a pussy, in fact
Bein' pussy kept your wack ass back
Now in '95 to 2000 Rob is on some next shit
Game type, yeah in ya heart, you know it ain't right
Dissention among the ranks
I'm givin' thanks to the most high for plantin' me firm
Upon this world that's forever changin'
The conflict that I'm engagin'
The concert with amiss communication
Imagine that me take the weight for some next kid short
Yo it's a Grown Man Sport

[Hook - I.N.I. & Pete Rock]
Yeah yeah like that
laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa
it's a Grown Man Sport, yeah
laalalaaalalaaaalaalaalaaaaaaaa
it's a Grown Man Sport, come on
laalalaaaaaaaalalalaaaaaaaaa
it's a Grown Man Sport
lalalaaaaalalaaaalalalaaaaaa
this here is a Grown Man Sport

[Verse 4 - Meccalicous]
Hold it suppose it was me speakin' on tapes
To create a lifestyle to marinate
Different latitudes search cocaine to food
Excuse my move to bliss
Eternal stress in fits
I see the same in many, penny thoughts
Cause honey thought I wasn't ready but willin'
Now I'm blowin' through the ceiling
Go real only when a nigga make me any noise
So figure, the first letter supports the sport

[Outro - I.N.I. & Pete Rock]
laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa
it's a Grown Man Sport, yeah
laalalaaalalaaaalaalaalaaaaaaaa
it's a Grown Man Sport, come on
laalalaaaaaaaalalalaaaaaaaaa
it's a Grown Man Sport
lalalaaaaalalaaaalalalaaaaaa
yeah it's a Grown Man Sport
Like that
This one goin' out dedicate this one to the almighty god
Rastafari Selassie
InI as we come of for '95 '96
Ya live, respect

"I-I 'N' I 'mit to verify" -> C.L. Smooth
"On the mic and bike, on the mic and bike" -> Biz Markie (X4)

[Grap Luva]
Pay attention cause my focus is not that of a clown
I gets down for mine when I ( ? ) you with my rhymes
It's like that in the years of the 9
I.N.I. comes though with the rhyme divine
What you gonna do? Who you gonna tell one son, you can't run you got to stay and listen
Cuz the the mission is this to be hittin em' with the real flavor all the time yes indeed I'm (the G to the R-A-P four sqaure freestlye specialist) Poppin the mic
But can't you see that I'm rockin the mic
Shocking MC's because they don't know how to write
Comin' clear and precise with the rhyme device
mathematics manafist so chill don't test there no stress
We do this on the reg you know the time
Speaking to people that matter with my mind

Chorus(X4)

[Rob-O]
From tall tenaments streets suspense loss innocence check the events it's all evidence
That this life is intense with all the bullshit and nonsense
and kids predictaments got me convince.
When your pockets is bent, you can't accomplished nothing brothers is frontin and y'all bicthes do is want somthing
I think it's time to get this microphone line to get known for mine making my own sunshine
Aw yeah living life without a care
go for dope rhyme sayer to major player
But aviod inner scene cause it's the seedfull
paraiod ed the cream but I needed to feed my peoples. Rob-O at the top of the list, you thought I'm fallin' but back the hell up Im still ballin'
Since I rather watch a confidence shatter
while my pockets gettin fatter
puttin' Mind Over Matter like that

Chorus(X4)

[Ras Luv]
Is imperial masjesty I'm coming in clearly
stay preaching to my peoples so we must hear we
I kept verses on stash since elementary
Revelations occured so I became a Nazi a New Age
Seeing the +I+ on stage giving microphone checks and then it's time to engage
to turn the page just to see a darker shade
of African ways being displayed
I made a grade when I cut the fade
and now MC's is my trade I use to get the bills paid
So yo save your shade and your thoughts of misbehave cause these are the last fucking days
So like Ace Duce Tre you pay when I scoop up.
Another beat move up while the rhymth erupts.
So I give em' the funk which is the chord to the batter
Rhymes over beats = the Mind Over Matter

Chorus(X8)

"Hot non-stop on how I hip hop on the mic and bike, on the mic and bike"-> Biz Markie (Repeat until fade)

[Intro: Pete Rock]
Yeah yeah one two I.N.I. in the place
from the Vernon-ville section yeah
this goes out to all the niggaz that
be frontin always talking saying shit
they don't need to be saying and goes
like this Grap Luva

[Verse 1: Grap Luva]
Dig it I bust rhymes that keep the wise minds open
Plus am hoping that ya get in the gist of my mind bliss
Yo I am to represent the most high
I heats up ya mind like a furnace no lie
So why try test or dismiss ya stress
On brother like grap lover
Is to impress ya friends or maybe my man Rob O
But the God is down with I so that shit do go so
Take that ass to the lost and found
Look for ya style there you little clown
I am too busy paying dues got no times
For playing games more credentials to my name
Cause I am about to get fame
Ya played out game got you thinking you star
But talk is cheap so you wont't get far
Tag ya name on the list with the rest of the herbs
Cause on the strength for you
I got no words

[Chorus: Pete Rock] (4x)
Check it out I got no more words frontin niggaz
tag ya name to the rest of the herbs

[Verse 2: Ras Luv]
Justice imperial heavenly Asiatic decent
On to be another hero in the present
Father blessin brought all by his essence
The healer of soul beyond the heights untold
Worth gold plus I rest aside the Vernon-ville bold
Where the brothers get ya open
Junior players stay hoping to make it
You might not last they might bust that ass
And that's when ya grasp for the father
You call you should da stall
So why bother at all
I stand tall and reign supreme fa I va
I bet yo won't find a no mc that's liver
So wish upon a star that's yo rhymes up yo part
You study all day to pass the mc bar
It's no thing to put the funk swing in a effect
I loves on the beat so the mic gettin wreck
And theres no more words so respect kid

[Chorus: Pete Rock ] (4x)
Check it out I got no more words frontin niggaz
tag ya name to the rest of the herbs

[Verse 3: Rob-O]
Started my man played it off
I never noticed me why you scheming
With the fucked up motive
But uh check it let me school ya
On the I the who what when and the why
See I am despiser of discussing needs
Of the I rule is the size of a muscle
Seem smaller than smallest hidden just
To niggaz planet and soil of earth
And it's the biggest
Tree that you ever seen turned into green
Now ya fiend some man made shit by machine
Shy damn bring the sticks
Bring the brimstone bricks
But ya naming them
Listen to the crunch of your cranium
Flow to the very last word of revelation
Not sweatin armageddon or am I lettin
Quite patient but still I bust that thick like ill
Smoke trauma chill son no more words

[Chorus:Pete Rock](4x)
Check it out I got no more words frontin niggaz
tag ya name to the rest of the herbs

I am out
We got no more words for brothers
That be steppin on niggaz and frontin
No what am saying straight up I.N.I. 95, 96
Word to mother soul brother records
My man ran bangers in the house
As we do it like this check it out
One two no more words no more words

[Fades out]

[Deda]
I want it all
Yo let me make a call on my cellular
I'm telling ya, taking care of business on a regular
I'm maxed with the 40oz of Old Gold Soul
At the store down the hill, cause this is how I chill
So let me break it down for the whole New York
Its go before you blow, right
I gotta keep my flow
I smoke herb for my peace and to release
Let go and lay back while cousin catch a contact
In this life time dealing with drugs and crime
And niggaz that's way out of line wasting they minds
With no time to play I just parlay
With my words, my hands, the music and the micstand
My pockets is flat, so you know I'm on the mission
My wears is warn, but they clean I'm on the scene
Not even depressed, only showing progress
Paved the way and I say, nothing more, nothing less

I rap for listeners, bluntheads, fly ladies and prisoners
{*scratching*} For real, nothing more, nothing less

[Deda]
I hear the sound of an average yapping
Saying some nonsense that's totally distracting
Reacting to put a chump back in his spot
Simply real, you try to flex and get stopped
Dropped like a habit, or even a bomb
Blowing up in your face, causing bodily harm
I see you in the news, kid I payed my dues
I walked the rocky road, and I scuffed my shoes
I sang the blues, and I broke a lot of rules
But trust me like Chupty I refuse to lose
I used to crawl, but now I can walked
I used to babble, but now I can talk
I wear my Timbs, and go out on limbs
But as the next man sleep, I keep all the wins
Not even depressed, only showing progress
Paved the way and I say, nothing more, nothing less

I rap for listeners, bluntheads, fly ladies and prisoners
{*scratching*} For real, nothing more, nothing less

[Deda]
Imagine just living the good life
In the crib wit my kids on some shit wit my wife
Cause it really doesn't matter how large you live
A rapping champion, a company executive
Association brings about negotiation
Facing in a positive direction is a blessing
Cause boom, you can be Donald Trump and shit
And I can be me, just chilling feeling lovely
But if I could change the whole world in a instant
By saying some more magic tactic in a sentence
My people in the belly of the best will be released
My family and friends would have laughs at a feast
No more, no less in the flesh
Overqualified for the knock in your ride
Nothing but the best as we slide to the rest
Paved the way and I say, nothing more, nothing less

I rap for listeners, bluntheads, fly ladies and prisoners
{*scratching*} For real, nothing more, nothing less
Nothing more, for real, nothing less, for real
I rap for listening, bluntheads, fly ladies and prsioners

[Rob-O]
Bust it, pass me the microphone so I could get wricked
honey dip it's dope I think I'm goning stick it
Just because I'm Rob-O short for Rob Odindo
Sort of let my thoughts flow pick up a pencil
I can slash paragragh back with intstumental
Must kick bust ditz plus I'm extra gentle
Fluild on the flow tip, do it but I won't drip or slip I knew that I would rip
Simple mic test similar to God met I give my props and plus Papa Don't Take No Mess I meant stress
But I'm a cool individual. Sit back max and let me keep my schedule
Saturdays and Mecca D. does his duty
Tighten up the sides, keeping me a cutie for the Jeez, Dat, the clock and my timing now
Niggaz can't believe, yo Rob-O is rhymin now Props

I wrec the microphone check, and bust the "Yes, yes y'all,
All the party people gurantee to be like having a ball" can stall, my nigga figures seeing us
Steppin equipped the shit ( ? ) flex they fenning us
Writing at my best my bless my whinin sample
Sighten process my test ( ? ) crampled
These weaker ones, cause my style is univesral
Collect my funds and plies can kick a vesre from the stamina.
I used to max and now I'm planning and attack the burn and get my wrec up in the Vernon
See I'm ultimate, focus my sights of where I'll hit
Up in the hieghts on some Ol' School Mecca shit
So I step fakin' the rep, I had a euffa
Peace to the Gods to keep my shit ruffa
And the others that be fakin', brothers just be paitent til' my shit drops...Props

Now I usaully do things kinda lack of days and glee for my peoples styles steeps so unequal
Keep yourselves tingling, mind in the mood for some mingling thus respect to keep singling
Cause I'm very serious, like to do things without a fuss not a talker, just to make the girls sort a curious
Back well strictly on the D.L.
stay swell plus I give praise to the funk
As it slays down by the Soul Brother Pete Rock Grap's older brother get swept
Cause you can step with no respecting but Rob Odindo is selecting
With the hons know I hold their hand the plans to roamancer prefer to have chancer stack another stancer
In my style of hip hop I just can't stop...Props

[Verse 1 - Grap Luva]
Huh.
I got some time to explain the true grading of a rhymewriter
So take the stance of a gunfighter
Others inject intellect for selfrespect
Or simply kickin' verses for a tight paycheck
But they neglect is creative aspects in control
The sounds and words originate up in the soul
My thoughts cross wack emcees and wickedness
They seem to go hand in hand in the mess
That's formed the dawn of the fake emcee
It's really funny to me how brothers front like they deadly, see
Jah be's with me so Ras G is no fool
Respectin' the original school that wrote the rules
I'm layin' all these real ass facts upon the wax
Mass communication minus fakin' the jax
So relax all the gods will make you crumble and fall
Keepin' you on the run as we start from Square One

[Hook - I.N.I.][4X]
"The I.N.I.'s in the house" "you don't stop"
"Pete Rock, Grap Luva, Mark, and Polo rising" "you don't stop"
Square One

[Verse 2 - Ras Luv]
I have to get what I want, cause now it's no time to front
It's I.N.I. on the hunt just to smoke up the funk
With no fear in this industry we in here
So surprised I appear I play the back or the rear
I pushed and shoved to get in, and I've seen every sin
And it's been a long time considerin'
But no bitter man, african, rastafarian, non-american

Checkin' every man (yeah)
In my zone because the eye is all alone in this universe
I see the worst now I'm comin' in first
A brother's thirst got him eager to merc
In full effect cause I'm stayin' alert
Bless the hurt at each and every concert
Taught well to be the very next expert
Never the spare one, I'm steppin' up to shoot a fair one
Settin' it off from Square One

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Rob-O]
In '95 nuff kids can catch the vapors
Rob-O spends his time puttin' words to paper
Still so I maintains a fly flow
But everytime I plant a seed they won't let it grow
Guess it's the fact that I seen through ya team of major fake outs
Your feeble attempts of gettin' caked out
But in the face of temptation, sex, guns and paperchasin'
Playin' yaself and say ya neithans
Is it the recognition, quick cash or chart positions
Or big figures that have you shittin' on niggaz
It must be, thinkin' like the whole rap industry son
Yeah no doubt you bugged out
It's not as stable or firm as you thought
In the scrimmage and the tables is turned, this shit is finished
Yo Grap Luva (no question) cause this is how it should be done
We takin' it back to Square One

[Hook]

[Rob-O]
A little bit, if you can get it out.
I ain't gonna say it, cause I'll mess it up...go ahead then
Yeah, know what I'm sayin' I.N.I. in the place
Here to do our thing, you what I'm sayin' step up time.
Time to claim something that's real out here know what I'm sayin'
Something that you can live for know what sayin.
Seize you know what I'm sayin.
Time to bulid time to step up yo

I stay at the center of news got ( ? ) in interviews
(you can't lose G) overstand the whooze see the style that can wooo
when you witness the God of the groove
sayin some shit to smooth to make you move.
Showing improve plus to track a lot yeah I'm hot like what up in your face with the product
No hesitation in the world of frustation
cause were facing a Grown Man Sport situtation

[Grap Luva]
Check it
each time we hit the studio we lay down laws with no pause
we already be little with floors
Shit profection like the ultimate driving meachine
We stand lean, and always literate what we mean
Brothers don't be overstanding the plans that we been having
Crushing all these clowns cause it's all about the mic grabbing
I'm from the land where the righteous and the woo gress
The Vernonville will live the life that be true ( ? )

Chorus:
Step Up
Step Up time
Step Up
Step Up time
Yeah, cause it's Step Up time
Step Up time
Step Up, yo
Step Up time
Yeah, Yeah
Step Up
Step Up time
Step Up
Step Up time
Step Up, kid
Step Up time
Yeah, Yeah
Step Up time

[Ras Luv]
Fare-la, the pray starts now you smell the first sparks at the flame
The Gods warn me that's is not a game
So is he's to proceed the first seed was drop when I.N.I. came to rock the spot
I caught the props when I flock to the hot jam at the city
The shorties look pretty wanna join my committie of Rude Boy rebel
underground like the devil
But I never pray this man came eye daze from smoke
And thoughts about the stage gettin smoke
Cogeneration all going from broke
You know you can't cope with Rassta with the fire in his eyes
Yo, it ain't no surprise I keep it live to survive to shitsome
I can't get caught up as a victim
But if I do, I go out ( ? ).( ? ) cause I'm bout fed up as a fatboy
It's time for I.N.I. to make niose

Chorus

[Grap Luva]
So now you know there no need to stop elavatin, pentratin the glass top. the glass top.
Hold on to manhood before your life
Cause some situtations is bond to get strife
You won't get a harvest if you don't sold seeds
Ill gain wealth bring stress from dirty deeds
The choices that you make will profill your needs
But the shit you go though will be hard to believe

[Rob-O]
Yo, shit's ridiculous and I should know by now
still with some pretictular flow hits me over somehow
from selling qills in the streets, to makin' phat beats
fuckin with cheats to makin mince meat
The wrong move spells defeat, the wisdom is shown
Things I see first the knowledge is known.
I wanna apologize to seize I stone
Step Up time you on your own

Chorus

[Pete Rock Outro]
And we out I.N.I. flavor peace
Grap Luva, Rob-O, Ras, Marco Polo
I.N.I.
Grap Luva on the beat
Sure sounds complete
And my name is Pete
And we out til' next week
Peace

[Intro: Pete Rock](5X)
"Sucka MC's please think twice" -> Special Ed - Think About It

[Verse 1: Grap Luva]
Who'll be the sucka MC to get dismantled
I hope that you can handle your whipness or sees ya flippin gettin
Down with my lazy boy laidback style of speak
The funk makes you dance cheek to cheek
I be the black civilian who is bound to make a million
Or make enough loot so I can buy my own provillian
Throw a fat party and invite everybody
And play all the old school hits like Lodi Dodi
Connections like OPEC while ya hung up like a Kojak
I'm real like a ruby while ya fake like a pinchback
That's imitation gold if you didn't know
My rhymes flow as my vocab' grows and grows
I freak it for the basslines always walkin on ya frontline
Catch me while I'm boomin' in ya alkine
Yo I'm out like a shot from a tec
You need to think twice just to earn respect, so

[Chorus: Pete Rock](5X)
"Sucka MC's please think twice
You don't know what you doin'
Think about that" -> Special Ed - Think About It

[Verse 2: Pete Rock]
Aiiyo, as I come through for '95 with the flav'
So amazin' the Boy Wonder's blazin'
Respect the mic check, one, two
Cause I display the funk material as I stand imperial
To others, gotta lay low, undercover
Cats flow to the hands for the crowd in the stands
So here I am, plus I rock to please the public
They want it, word son, they want it
To hear the Soul Brother disperse words of wisdom
When I.N.I. comin' direct on the set
So represent, a lot of rap niggaz came to win
But the style played out when they chose a different route
Whatever as I stay true to the game
Word to the troubled T-Roy you know my name
Keep an eye on the stakes as I watch my back
Think Twice before you try to grab the mic and react

[Chorus](5X)

[Verse 3: Rob-O]
Yo beg your pardon...
Whn I put one to the head now the funk shit startin'
Fine soul I headline for my public get mine
Yeah my rap subjects packed with potential
Plus the versatile elements to crush ya scent
I get down so cheer the mental
Rhyme-pro I'm Rob-O the super spectacular brown skin nigga from Africa
Blowin' up so it's impossible to get
With the highlight and fly right and the niggaz on my dick
Split when it's through, gotta skip with the Guinness Crew
Give a shout out to my Uptown Crew, word up
From New York, New York the Big Apple
To the four square miles Uptown armed for battle
Your niggaz is nice but my advice is you can't suffice
So Think Twice, uhh

[Chorus](repeated till fade)

(feat. Q-Tip & The Large Professor)

Yeah, uhh uhh I.N.I. is in the place
Yeah yeah uuh
Along with my man Extra P and my man Q-T
Here in the place to be
With the capital P, Rock on

[Verse 1: Grap Luva]
I'm braced just from my voice bring life to microphones
And my weight phone moves I'm headed for the dead zone
You heads flown and it's a crazy rest
You should've vest when the Kane come to test the best
So next up is the one the non-half stepper
Keeper of the thought, healer of the lepras
Controller of the treezy with no ego to feed
Cause I stays level headed, vocabulary
I'm better up in the dome, I'm bound to crush
Rollin' up I spill the bone free
See it's the G bring it to you in the physical
Comin' through with the crucial ball material
I entertain each time I'm in the session
Leavin brothers guessin', yo what's that sound
Got 'em wishin' they was on this bitches mouth goin' down
InI vibrations over plumb tracks
Most of y'all found cats couldn't match that
Touch this, I don't think you should attempt to
Cause if you do, plus I got two examples
From gettin any clout
No doubt to each his own

[Chorus]
To each his own (repeat 8 times)

[Verse 2: Q-Tip]
Check it out to each his own, watch out cat
Niggas think daz can get a dollar bill
Choices made, they choose the ill
Inside a nigga wanna survivalism of all the scrams
It's crazy let's make you move, tryin to be topscore
And he really don't give a rats ass who he go to
He's a big boy, he bites all he can chew
But yo I eat all plates with hip hop written on it
Pete Rock the group I.N.I. shittin on it
Lyrically impressive ain't no second guesses
The most poppin shit talker is the one who stresses
And you see the Abstract with a tight lipped caddy
Speakin on my peace and my soul is ever vary
Til my microphone I dialogue
Sit back with a whole lot a love, complement it with claps
I'm on some grown men shit, my peak is not yet reached
So I remind my one and take 'em each
To each his own

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Rob-O]
Excuse me, I'm here to earn a man a buck or two
Now take a chance with life or lose the fuckin you
All your friends, your flower lack potent
You used to be shy but now you wanna be my stands
On the E-L this is gonna swell for a second
While I'm catchin wreck, how many others should she step in
The sack with, guess I better get a Profalectic
Back to the crib in case I smack it
Bad tactic cause a gym hat caught it flat
Plus the ball stick wasn't even all of that
Now it's hectic I'm headin to the joint gettin injected
Plus the fact that I'm infected
So check it out, yo when you with these chicks
And they spread out, with skins enough to take ya head out
Use precaution cause some is packin' death behind the set
Peace to the Gods, so watch your dick
To each his own

[Verse 4: Large Professor]
To each his own, niggas is sown, bout to full blown
Brother who could never be a clone
Large Pro so fuck your bullshit harsh, yo
I'm rappin with the weapon my whole squad glow
Like a diamond, so don't sham fan, I have to climb in
That ass like a truck, leavin niggas as struck
Like lightening bold that cats flow goes right in the volt
In the end peace to land times ten
Cee-Lo the whole I.N.I. is my people
So sit back relax and just listen while we pull
The moneys and honeys fake fours did clone
To each his own, to each his own

[Chorus](repeated til fade)