Pete Rock, C.L. Smooth, Rob Odindo - Worldwide lyrics
Pete Rock [Peter Phillips] The Bronx, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Pete Rock, C.L. Smooth, Rob Odindo - Worldwide lyrics]
Who keeps it methods unorthodox
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 i'm 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
Straight down
I don't fake 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
That INI's in the house (You don't stop)
With Grap Luva, Marco Polo
Ras you don't stop we let the funk slide and
Let God be our guide
Flowing from the Vernon worldwide
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 fit's
I make the hit's 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 it?
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
Now who's the greatest? Few debate this
You're still figuring?
Well perish the thought
There's none bigger in
This act son, Mecca is all I attract
You're wack, son
Yeah your talent's a fraction
While I'm nice, as Christ, is to religion
So envision a messiah on a mission
The competition
I'll stop your wishing point blank
Cause you lost it
Your joint sank, your soft style's exhausted
And now it's mandatory
You stand before me amazed and awed
Giving praise, yeah to God
Rob cipher's born, most Mecca supreme
A fly MC with the self-esteem
You keep it wholesome and still I relax a bit
I played your shit out, now get out
Cause my wig out has to hit
Steadily encouraging head bops while you're
Scurrying to get props i'm worldwide
Yo, check out the rhyme buster
Pulling niggas through the wringer
I'm not a singer
As I conduct with one finger
It's the orchestrater, mutilator
Master funktator
I've got mad flow from here to Asia
Cause I'll amaze ya with the
Skills that I possess
Not categorized with all the rest
So I suggest if you're in the way step aside
Cause Pete Rock is coming worldwide
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 i'm 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
Straight down
I don't fake 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
That INI's in the house (You don't stop)
With Grap Luva, Marco Polo
Ras you don't stop we let the funk slide and
Let God be our guide
Flowing from the Vernon worldwide
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 fit's
I make the hit's 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 it?
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
Now who's the greatest? Few debate this
You're still figuring?
Well perish the thought
There's none bigger in
This act son, Mecca is all I attract
You're wack, son
Yeah your talent's a fraction
While I'm nice, as Christ, is to religion
So envision a messiah on a mission
The competition
I'll stop your wishing point blank
Cause you lost it
Your joint sank, your soft style's exhausted
And now it's mandatory
You stand before me amazed and awed
Giving praise, yeah to God
Rob cipher's born, most Mecca supreme
A fly MC with the self-esteem
You keep it wholesome and still I relax a bit
I played your shit out, now get out
Cause my wig out has to hit
Steadily encouraging head bops while you're
Scurrying to get props i'm worldwide
Yo, check out the rhyme buster
Pulling niggas through the wringer
I'm not a singer
As I conduct with one finger
It's the orchestrater, mutilator
Master funktator
I've got mad flow from here to Asia
Cause I'll amaze ya with the
Skills that I possess
Not categorized with all the rest
So I suggest if you're in the way step aside
Cause Pete Rock is coming worldwide