Pete Rock, INI - Square One lyrics
Pete Rock [Peter Phillips] The Bronx, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Pete Rock, INI - Square One lyrics]
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
"The InI's in the house" "you don't stop"
"Grap Luva, Marco Polo, Ras" "you don't stop"
Square one
I have to get what I want
Cause now it's no time to front
It's InI 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
The InI's in the house" "you don't stop"
"Grap Luva, Marco Polo, Rob" "you don't stop
Square one
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 niggas 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
The InI's in the house" "you don't stop"
"Grap Luva, Marco Polo, Ras" "you don't stop
Square one
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
"The InI's in the house" "you don't stop"
"Grap Luva, Marco Polo, Ras" "you don't stop"
Square one
I have to get what I want
Cause now it's no time to front
It's InI 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
The InI's in the house" "you don't stop"
"Grap Luva, Marco Polo, Rob" "you don't stop
Square one
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 niggas 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
The InI's in the house" "you don't stop"
"Grap Luva, Marco Polo, Ras" "you don't stop
Square one