Focus…, Sha Stimuli, Rapper Big Pooh, Kurupt - Homage to Pete Rock lyrics
[Focus…, Sha Stimuli, Rapper Big Pooh, Kurupt - Homage to Pete Rock lyrics]
This what they want right here Focus
This what they've been clambering for
I think
I think we should go and give it to 'em mayne
Yeah, uh, P-R p-R
Let me take you on a
Journey through Carmel City
Where P-R's God with the beats
Pete be the king of the echo
Lord of the horns
Half man, half amazing, I can go on and on
Mind blowin' with the rhymes
+It's about time+ i +Get On the Mic+
Gave Pete the proper shine
Since way in '9-2, I've been inclined to
Check for everything P-R put his mind to
Please +Don't Curse+, how to get the +Skinz+
Who's +World+ is it? +Shut 'Em
Down+ at the end
Dilla idolised him, Jim Jones sufficed him
'Ye took a lot of notes
Probably analyzed him
No one's better with a James Brown sample
Ain't too many better than
Probably a handful kids do your research
Know where they get it from
This goes out to +Soul Brother #1+, Pete Rock
Pete Rock is in the house
Pete Rock is in the house
Back in the days we used to beat box
Banging on the table the beat dropped
And I would rap and act like that beat rock
It was Pete Rock's his heat rock laid the
Foundation like sheet rock
For albums like "Detox" and
Crews like D-Block
Had anything jazzy but street knocking
With drums more than +Soul+ than Reeboks
Bottom line, he's hot, he's not stopping it
He's still at it
He brought life to Illmatic, follow this
Since Down With the King, the haters
He shut 'em down
Told the hood "The world is yours"
And then made them jump around
No repeating with +The Main Ingredient+
It's been a long road
It's like you stuck in some
Traffic hearing them horns blow
His track record goes back like cornrows
There's no other than the +Soul Brother+
We call him the creator
Some would say he created
One of the greatest hip hop
Beats made to this day as I reminisce
What? What? What? What? What?
Did I hear this right? The excitement
The mic's unorthodox
Concocting oxygenated Pete Rock
House a drum inferno, drum drama
Switch it up
Grab the mic to spit stupid dumb slama
Verses of verbal vigilance to
Earn his respect
Shake the world like quakes and
Never meet him in debt
Suicide wipe, the only two that I know
That make me rock bottom to top
Is Pete Rock and Primo
Piranha poetry, liquid lyrical content
Kurupt and Pete Rock, Hip Hop's watchmen
Just watch us
He blessed the whole game with his ethic
Eclectic versions of musical
Diverse conceptions
Like ILL must be electric
His music's a weapon that
Cleans like antiseptic
Just accept it, Pete Rock is the real hip Hop
This what they've been clambering for
I think
I think we should go and give it to 'em mayne
Yeah, uh, P-R p-R
Let me take you on a
Journey through Carmel City
Where P-R's God with the beats
Pete be the king of the echo
Lord of the horns
Half man, half amazing, I can go on and on
Mind blowin' with the rhymes
+It's about time+ i +Get On the Mic+
Gave Pete the proper shine
Since way in '9-2, I've been inclined to
Check for everything P-R put his mind to
Please +Don't Curse+, how to get the +Skinz+
Who's +World+ is it? +Shut 'Em
Down+ at the end
Dilla idolised him, Jim Jones sufficed him
'Ye took a lot of notes
Probably analyzed him
No one's better with a James Brown sample
Ain't too many better than
Probably a handful kids do your research
Know where they get it from
This goes out to +Soul Brother #1+, Pete Rock
Pete Rock is in the house
Pete Rock is in the house
Back in the days we used to beat box
Banging on the table the beat dropped
And I would rap and act like that beat rock
It was Pete Rock's his heat rock laid the
Foundation like sheet rock
For albums like "Detox" and
Crews like D-Block
Had anything jazzy but street knocking
With drums more than +Soul+ than Reeboks
Bottom line, he's hot, he's not stopping it
He's still at it
He brought life to Illmatic, follow this
Since Down With the King, the haters
He shut 'em down
Told the hood "The world is yours"
And then made them jump around
No repeating with +The Main Ingredient+
It's been a long road
It's like you stuck in some
Traffic hearing them horns blow
His track record goes back like cornrows
There's no other than the +Soul Brother+
We call him the creator
Some would say he created
One of the greatest hip hop
Beats made to this day as I reminisce
What? What? What? What? What?
Did I hear this right? The excitement
The mic's unorthodox
Concocting oxygenated Pete Rock
House a drum inferno, drum drama
Switch it up
Grab the mic to spit stupid dumb slama
Verses of verbal vigilance to
Earn his respect
Shake the world like quakes and
Never meet him in debt
Suicide wipe, the only two that I know
That make me rock bottom to top
Is Pete Rock and Primo
Piranha poetry, liquid lyrical content
Kurupt and Pete Rock, Hip Hop's watchmen
Just watch us
He blessed the whole game with his ethic
Eclectic versions of musical
Diverse conceptions
Like ILL must be electric
His music's a weapon that
Cleans like antiseptic
Just accept it, Pete Rock is the real hip Hop