[Pete Rock]
 Ahh yeahh!! Feel the funk bay beeee!!
 That's right  this is called The Basement!
 And my man CL Smooth kick it for you like this..

 [CL Smooth]
 From the Heights  not what am I write  simple I can do this
 Like Popeye to Brutus  I'm your host like a stewardess
 Fly with the neighborhood hi jackin fella
 So prepare for landing  and crash into a cellar
 Bodies in the buddha cloud, misty in the tune
 Like a show all nights, a figure eight in a lagoon
 With Pete Rock, the complete lock and beat stop
 Now all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my *errr!*
 Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall
 Buffoon I'm like a mink while you're soon to pimp a raccoon stole
 Vocal arrangement, ready set to hit the pavement
 But not before the kid leave The Basement

 [Pete Rock]
 The Basement, put the Funk in Grand
 Here comes my man
 My brother.. Grap Lover, get wreck cousin, c'mon

 [Grap Lover]
 Call me the Grap Lover, yes, the younger Soul Brother
 Keep your eyes on the prize cause you won't find another
 When the funk is played, the rhyme I display
 Quick to bust a ditz so don't slip in the way
 of the kid, with the flavor, the party people saviour
 Clockin all the honies, eyes sharp like a razor
 I kick a dance step, you're soon to discover
 Yo, that's the kid from "Mecca and the Soul Brother"
 Yeah once in a while I be with CL on the DL
 or I flow with Pete, and find my placement in The Basement
 The Basement, yes where the beats and the rhymes flow
 Peace I gotta go, Grapster's out the door of The Basement

 [Pete Rock]
 Of the Basement! Next we got.. a special guest
 I ain't gonna tell you who it is..
 C'mon.. rap along..

 [Heavy D]
 Tick tock tick, things are gettin - thick
 Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes ya - sick!
 To see a black man gettin paid on the regular
 Car with the cellular, fellas I'm tellin ya
 I got plots and plans, pots and pans
 Stocks and grands, so make room for the big man
 I walk the streets in peace and I'm never strapped
 But I know a crew of Young Gunz that'll send you back
 So easy does it on the DL
 Peace to Pete Rock, and the Mecca Don CL
 Heavy D's on this track, lettin you know there's no replacement
 Peace signin off, check one two straight from The Basement

 [Pete Rock]
 Straight from The Basement
 I'm tellin you now, kid
 It's crazy fat
 I wonder who this is comin up?

 Fourth but not least, the backbone of the Wig Out
 Freestyle, crazy hardcore, no sellout
 Speakin, upon where I dwell from the dungeon
 All over the U.S. states, even London
 Pasttime present, black to the future
 Swimmin in beats like a Dolphin, so call me Don Shula
 A Raider well like Art Shell, crazy defense
 A Pro Bowl with soul for local events
 The crew name is CL Smooth and Pete Rock
 Here to sail when I prevail and stare into the dock
 The Pimp Daddy of the funk flavor, catch you later
 Clever like a secret agent comin from The Basement

 That's right, crazy funky
 Aww my man
 He's crazy funky, his name is Rob-O, check him out

 [Rob-O]
 Ali-kazaam, you'll never guess what I am
 Motto is that nothin ever changes but haircuts and kicks
 to stacks of vocal breaks life pays when
 kid said, "Pete makes beats in The Basement"
 Cold hit, the pavement, over to the chill side
 The real side, the 7-7 hillside
 I thought I'd just chill, take a breath
 Straight up Columbus Hill, make a left
 and get fixed, plus the ghetto chicks got flicks
 of me stacks of kicks, my joint's bumpin lovely
 Walkin down the street, much props, on the ?
 I hear voices sayin, "That's Rob-O'Dingo in The Basement"

 [Pete Rock]
 Ahh ha ha ha! Hah yeah! This is funky!
 I can feel it
 My man from the Vernon, his name is Di-da, make it raw

 [Dida]
 Fly like an eagle, a seagull
 Always into somethin, like Snoopy, the Beagle
 People, grab a tight hold of the sound
 Hard, snatchin raw papes off the shelves
 Blowin up spots from state to state
 I'm comin to town but you just can't wait
 Check the station, for conversation at six-block
 Uno here, to put suckers in the mix
 I get deeper than oceanography
 Thinkin of crazy shit, like psychology
 So speak the piece, then slide like grease
 The beat is fat, but the rhyme is obese in The Basement

 [Pete Rock]
 In The Basement, is where I dwell
 Check the MC's swell
 Cause I am, crazy funky, with CL Smooth
 My man ?, Rob-O, G-R baby pah
 The Heavster, my brother Grap Lover
 Everybody.. *fades out, can't hear it