I travel the land with the SP in my hand
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Rock from New York, London and Japan
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It's time to take command expand to higher lands
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P.H. the next man not in da plans
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I'm dead serious like as in response I hit niggaz in the head
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P.R. the thoroughbred comes through intellectual
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I rap lyrical, always on da humble and sometimes I'm spiritual
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Hands down accept any mans challenge
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I strive and keep the competition off balance
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Da fruits of my talent is this it's simple
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I drop science on the instrumental
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I take seven ill drums put 'em in a line
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And add seven more snares to make it combine
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It'll take seven more horns before I start to rhyme
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Now that twenty-one beats made up at the same time
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I was bound ta shine haters get left behind
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Ain't no time for them, stamp my name on rap
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Perhaps you hear da words from pay next sequel
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Part two something for tha people
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I'm still number one
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Now I appear return ten years the pioneer
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Deliver action thrillers that explode in ya ear
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Compensate for all the ups and downs in my career
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Stop the small talk my focus remains clear
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Should have won a nobel prize for thoughts and ideas
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Critcally acclaimed while some of y'all cats in tha game for fame
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Fame lives in my name Pete Rock it's simple and plain
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Check it simply stressing it soon to start chin checking kids
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God protected, so I'm selected to orchestrate the next great
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And create, contemplate the world's fate P.R. the heavyweight
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Put these thoughts in ya mind while we on the topic
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You can tell I'm still on it by the way I rock it
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Full swing introduce the ninety-eight product
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Niggaz talk the gossip but they ain't got shit
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I'm number one
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This goes out to deejays and emcees
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Unlock real hip-hop, Rock holds the key
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Magnificient ya style is irrelavent
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I'll flip the bass and erase any trace of sample evidence
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Trust a few men within this circle of thieves
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Single out the enemy with ease
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Earned every stripe on my sleeve
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The five star general keep it moving ya rap needs improvement
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So here's a lesson ta learn, lyrics under fire burn third degree
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And my steez is making hot tracks for G's
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World famous, salute my capabilities with 21 guns and ammunition
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The SP runs 91 rounds precision on target with this rap bullet
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First string team in position
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The medal of honor hanging from my neck swinging
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I'm still number one
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#1 Soul Brother
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Pete Rock |