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