Pete Rock

Pete Rock - 231 Soul Brother lyrics

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Rock from New York  London and Japan
 It's time to take command expand to higher lands
 P.H. the next man not in da plans
 I'm dead serious like as in response I hit niggaz in the head
 P.R. the thoroughbred comes through intellectual
 I rap lyrical  always on da humble and sometimes I'm spiritual
 Hands down accept any mans challenge
 I strive and keep the competition off balance
 Da fruits of my talent is this it's simple
 I drop science on the instrumental
 I take seven ill drums put 'em in a line
 And add seven more snares to make it combine
 It'll take seven more horns before I start to rhyme
 Now that twenty-one beats made up at the same time
 I was bound ta shine haters get left behind
 Ain't no time for them, stamp my name on rap
 Perhaps you hear da words from pay next sequel
 Part two something for tha people
 I'm still number one

 Now I appear return ten years the pioneer
 Deliver action thrillers that explode in ya ear
 Compensate for all the ups and downs in my career
 Stop the small talk my focus remains clear
 Should have won a nobel prize for thoughts and ideas
 Critcally acclaimed while some of y'all cats in tha game for fame
 Fame lives in my name Pete Rock it's simple and plain
 Check it simply stressing it soon to start chin checking kids
 God protected, so I'm selected to orchestrate the next great
 And create, contemplate the world's fate P.R. the heavyweight
 Put these thoughts in ya mind while we on the topic
 You can tell I'm still on it by the way I rock it
 Full swing introduce the ninety-eight product
 Niggaz talk the gossip but they ain't got shit
 I'm number one

 This goes out to deejays and emcees
 Unlock real hip-hop, Rock holds the key
 Magnificient ya style is irrelavent
 I'll flip the bass and erase any trace of sample evidence
 Trust a few men within this circle of thieves
 Single out the enemy with ease
 Earned every stripe on my sleeve
 The five star general keep it moving ya rap needs improvement
 So here's a lesson ta learn, lyrics under fire burn third degree
 And my steez is making hot tracks for G's
 World famous, salute my capabilities with 21 guns and ammunition
 The SP runs 91 rounds precision on target with this rap bullet
 First string team in position
 The medal of honor hanging from my neck swinging
 I'm still number one
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