(feat. Rob-O)



[Rob-O]

Who keeps it methods and orthodox, 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

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

Stay down, I don't think 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

The INI's in the house (You don't stop)

Pete Rock, Grap Luva, Mark, and Polo rising and you don't stop

We let the funk slide and let God be our guide

Flowing from the Vernon worldwide



[Pete Rock]

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 fits

I make the hits 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?

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



[Rob-O]

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, there's two religions

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, you're the 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 play your shit out like ??? cause my wig out has to hit

I'm steadily encouraging head bops while you're scurrying to get props

I'm worldwide



[Pete Rock]

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

Knock out the rhymes with all the rest

So I suggest if you're in the way step aside

Cause Pete Rock is coming worldwide