[CL Smooth]

The nightcap was exiled, steadily profiled

as the underachievin non-believin can't stand to reason

Where's your daddy boy - to categorize the drinker

Misunderstood to make the ordeal linger

They label me a problem child who can't cope

Hangin by a thread, yes a very thin rope

Inevitably, can never be the man can I tell ya

Visualize and memorize him in a cellar

Well tally-ho, pip-pip, my fam's gonna catch a fit

My father lookin like he wanna bust my lip

But that was never good for my health

So I take the shovel out my pocket and dig myself

Now when I look at the man in the mirror

I see things much more clearer my Lord

I'm not that popular, less than a dollar

but the ? I pack can make you holla



[Pete Rock scratches various "on and on" samples]



[CL Smooth]

I said, what you don't know could make a whole new world

Man.. listen!  I'm set to sabotage premonition

Your propaganda, crooked type of version

Some of the things I bring, you're babblin non-person

Imbedded in my character, rebel nostalgia

Uncommon valor who'd rather

have no man-made religion or sect

But try to believe what you conceive may be half correct

I shed light, to show the path in sight

Cause a man who can't treat you right can't teach you right

In front of your eyes, what a surprise, and let the nature

rise, just for the girls and the guys

A Phi-Slamma-Jamma when you wear a bandanna

Peace to Pop Dukes, and long live Nana

The formula's reality, Pete Rock's the storm

Together, forever, yes G we got it goin on



[Pete Rock scratches various "on and on" samples]



[CL Smooth]

Internal affairs, flippin Hollywood Squares

In search of the Mecca many travel in pairs

Walked the slave ship, ??the side of ningamora??

to support a short order when I freak it on a corner

Five-oh cruisin, decide to pull you over

Beefin, "Where's the Coke?"  I said, "A six-pack of soda?"

The rookie's lookin thirsty, but everything's mental

A baseball bat, to smack Shirley in the Temple

Agreed to meet the maker so I yelled Hail Mary's

And flew that head, to hit The House on the Prairie

But the past can never choose my future correctly

I found a greater source directly

On and on, keep it on, you chant the

boppin simonized, pullin you clockwise jammie

To quickly skip the minimal tip, I dap for the wise I dip

Can anyone see, phenomenally, to the last degree?

I capitalize subliminally, wreck for positivity

Yes my little chickadee, ready to flow with me

Nevertheless I bless, follow me and see

Predominantly, CL'll be, All in the Family

God bless Marky Black, know we go way back

The lyrics I pack is like a needle in the haystack

CL and Pete Rock, Smooth like Dom Perignon

Never torn, word is bond, we got it goin on



[Pete Rock scratches various "on and on" samples to fade]