[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
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
[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
[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:
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
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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
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[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
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[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
[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
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
