Pete Rock, C.L. Smooth - Can't Front on Me lyrics

Ah, yeah, yes psychedelic
Uh, come on this is what I like
It's that Pete Rock and CL 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, CL'll wreck the most
'Cause 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 cruisin'
Through my city
Rise to the supernova, swami like Bola
Heavy hitter I consider Uecker
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 sleeve
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
CL 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, colossal (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, no I can make the funk turn to habit
Get the old 45 and I get busy on static
Welcome to the Ramadan
Pilgrimage to Mecca Don
A prayer for the pair, Shukran, Afwan!
'Cause 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?
CL, 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 'Cause I'm the man
CL'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
CL 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 'cause 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
'Cause 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
'Cause we're the skilled fools (skibooze?)
We are the funk the hardcore funk
We ain't no joke comin' out to note
Ah, yeah with the funk track sing it, P