Mecca & The Soul Brother

To know the truth is to know the self
To know the self is to know the mecca
Mecca's not a state of mind or a place
Mecca is a way of life
It is the answer to all confusion
The attribute, i'd die for [or adolfo]
Abdullah, mohammed
Makes way for the return of the mecca
Salaam

Return of the mecca (whispered 8x)

Be sure to export the hardcore that came before columbus
Discover no other serve the soul on a dish
Okay means official, kid, not decrepit
Though the lyrical dynamo set the flow when i do so
Entice the price with the mic device
Hit ya slice so precise that you never hurt twice
Fierce how i pierce when you near the frontier
A world premiere so put the armor on your gear
The overlord aboard with the two-edged sword
Adored and restored, now the young gun toward
Preserve the herb, never kick it to the curb
Vocalize a verb, and the return of the word
Mecca, the reincarnated selector
From the whole agenda, something to remember
A richer voice than robin leach
I'll reach with a speech, no bleach so you can't impeach

Monumentally smooth, i'll prove it sincerely
To barely when you're near me clearly never sound weary
Maintain the gravity, assault and battery
So sweet the repeat you're bound to catch a cavity
My ability to wreck a facility
C.l.'s potential, smooth n' sequential
Deep in every measure, hit the lotto for the beggar
The midnight wrecker, return of the mecca

Return of the mecca (whispered)

Uh, understand the mecca in command
Part of the plan is the man who built the land he began
A scripture ripped out the piece of a scroll
Better the know, yes, a foretold, the beautiful and bold

Start 'em in harlem with the motto, the apollo
Boogie to me, i'll swallow hollow when you follow
Stable like a turntable, lyrics i cradle
No fable, label, or one, my tongue around your navel
You're comin' to me so therefore the program's mecca
The silhouette, a weirder fella, darker than vanilla

Talkin' about the theoretical, isometrical
Alphabetical, rebel, a dissect-the-devil
Unveil a tale in detail, the third rail
Read it in braille, a bigger male leave a trail
Now i sink you to the link, that'll make you think
You's too large to shrink, i need a drink
And toast to emperor, mecca said to invent
To know of a child, work your wiles so surrender
And never to be lobotomized, the flexin' of the stanza
But you know the answer when i drop a proper grammar
Tabasco, the late show, flow to make a peso
I manage to do damage so, honey, get macco
Risen from the prison, the division, black and decker
Strictly for your pleasure, return of the mecca

Return of the mecca (whispered)

Ladies say "ah!," brothers say "oh!"

Oh, "d" off the black baryshnikov,
Takin' it up north, back and forth, never been soft
Bound to see me swollen like a beethoven
Listen, wide open, never tokin', "do or die," my slogan
Save the sarcasm, i'll hit you like a orgasm
Back off of that and maybe later let you pat 'em
Necessary for any adversary to worry
The legendary, primary, never secondary
Dip in peru, overdue in honolulu
Now'd if you knew the preview, could bubble like shampoo
Outclass the mass so we'll look in the hourglass
No time to waste for those in contrast
Like the new york philharmonic, sent to blow melodic
With the logic i hear like a narcotic
Put your best to rest, so get your bulletproof vest
I got the wild, wild west to your chest
You know the cause of death, so forget the autopsy
Another got sloppy so i lit it in poppy
Smooth as peabo, but don't like lelo
For the grand finale i slip on like a bally
C.l. and p.r., categorizin' we are
The soul brother, mecca lover, funky by far
The classic fantastic, rip it like elastic
Here to get drastic, return of the mecca

Here comes the hurricane, c.l. same name
Cut by the grain when i land upon the plain
Jah knew the hebrew, a papa duke need you
But none of the fam who saw had a clue
Escalate the prime rate, words coagulate
Generate the mind's state, never can deflate
Nigger, you jigaboo, it doesn't have to be you
Funny like a cartoon, pepe le pew
Pimp are the lyrical, g-string the individual
But the metaphysical isn't spriritual
Straight from the heart i frame the art
Tune up my class, real fast, very smart
Dictate the technique, wait a minute, i speak
Loved by my son and a kiss on the cheek
Stutter-step the concept, blueprint, or pro
Steady as we go so act like you know

I stand by the rabbi, sail in shanghai
Always had an alibi even if i lie
Crucial, never neutral, bare the fruitful
Past time, another rhyme, skedaddle, yankee doodle
Light skin in lovely gyp, just for the honey dip
Here to make a megahit fit
Don't install the pipe dream, renaissance regime
When you run ragged i pick up the steam
Chart on the record book, what corey love took the hook
Here's a new book to civilize a crook
Purest of the pedigree, feed 'em a line
C.l., no jezebel, can never sleep well
Thick like a dred, at the club med
The mecca don said, a fish out of water is dead
Pete rock, the soul brother, cruise on a flow
Swing low and yell "geronimo!", act like you know

C.l. can play like nike, come on just do it
Pacify the gemini, soul into it
Beat to my feet is a lock like concrete
Hard for the street, decipher never incomplete
A clean editorial, rather historical
Affordable, recordable, nifty like a portable
Mecca is the syndrome, when i come back home
Boogie on a baritone, listen on a phone
Libra, the achiever, toke a reefer
C.l. the girl pleaser, like ebanezer
So here is the good sign, i incline
Titties with the bitties when i wine and dine
Worn like corduroy, comes the bad boy
But just like anita pita, i bring ya joy
"agoobilonians" with your knowledge
And take as said so, act like you know

Prepare yourself to catch a verse from the big purse
Rotate the megahertz, where you heard it first
The perpendicular, said none similar
Quadruple any figure, quick on the trigger
Helter skelter, wig out by the goodfella
Not lou pinella cuz i'm black and mo' betta
Bust a phenomenum, we come to get busy
Deep in roots, but my name ain't kizzie
Many many march cuz i'm heavy on the starch
Never tell a farce when i scale on a arch
Jammin' on the radio, brothers say, "way to go"
Shape it like play-do, soprano at the chateau
My theory periodically flows a odyssey
Bigger than modern technology
So save all the chit-chat when i kick a format fat
It's like that...

C.l. is the attribute you salute
Cuz i gotta make loot, can't afford to be cute
Enter the equilibrium in a medium
Breaking your cranium with no ultimatum
Drop a psalm like a bomb, never land in your palm
And now i'm so cool and calm
Pure unadulterated, premeditated
Lyrical form, pete rock is the storm
Sophistication i kick to a nation
I rare compilation i call recreation
The prognosis, so mackadocious
Straight up ferocious for those who can focus
Large like the beatles, ask all my peoples
Never make movies, so don't talk sequels
So, hon, save the chit-chat when i kick a format fat (it's fat)
It's like that...

I'm all sold out, no doubt, without a question
The blessing your guests in a suprucated session
Anyway your honor, heresay the melee
Is here for the payday, so a to the k
Or should i say deda, original baby par
Smooth like a reservoir, the funky shang-ri-la
No shame in my game, i'm set to entertain
And if it wasn't for the fame, skinz would never know my name
So back off a tad bit, that's a bad habit
Cuz i write the raw...for sure
Now i'm a flip a style and get crazy versatile
Never fragile cuz i'm flowin' like the nile
Swing a jewel or a gem, notice how i say them
With my approach, smoke a rhyme to a roach
A four-season lover, light-skinned and bigger
But what i deliver come before the cotton picker
So here's to another hit, perfectly legitimate
When i hit the skinz, guaranteed to keep the candle lit
So save all the chit-chat when i kick a format fat
It's like that...

Uh, yeah. uh-huh.
We got pete rock and c.l. smooth
And we're here to tell you to...
And that's a fact, baby
Now you're gonna kick some lyrics
Like this, c'mon...

Walk the fine, short line, and put the needle to the grind
Representin' one kind, seeing eye for the blind
Witness what i carry on bears a further purpose
From how we do slam a few, then you want to purchase
A dialogue of funk, you love to pop it in your trunk
I win, more disciplined than a show-lin monk
Pete rock and c.l., well set to spark it
The powerful target to destroy the black market
But when you say black, listen, i don't know, you lose me
I guess another beggar can afford to be choosey
I come to the maximum, artist on a major label
Any duplication of this one is fatal
On one to five, i gotta hit ya live
Beat your ass with my tape, any race or shape
Cuz if they got mine, they got yours too
But together here's what we gotta do

Tell 'em...straighten it out
Ah, yeah...straighten it out
You know this is the word (say what?)...straighten it out
That's right y'all...straighten it out (say what?)
You got to...straighten it out
Everybody must...straighten it out (say what?)
Straighten it out...yeah
Straighten it out...it's like that (say what?)

The funk legacy i pass on, clearancy for high rates
Every time we sample all the past time greats
Stick it in the sp-1200 beat, i make a loop
Lovely, where the troop in a lexus coupe
Just a little bit, set to make a whole lot happen
The musical inside my rappin'
Written by the c.l., produced by the p.r.
And add in any credit that you heard thus far
I start from scratch, cuz the bass line's critical
Better than the original who first made it
But now you want to sue me, but fans never boo me
Believe i know the times, we been broke, too, g
Here's another sample clear, seeya, get the hell outta here
Like a bootleg, you're over for the year
You'll only get the credit where the credit is due
So, listen, what i shout out is true

Yeah, true...straighten it out
You gots to tell 'em to...straighten it out
(say what?)...straighten it out
You got to tell 'em to...straighten it out
(say what?)...straighten it out
That's right...straighten it out
C'mon (say what?)...straighten it out
That's right...straighten it out
Straighten it out (say what?)

Like the strands of lamb's wool, i'm thinkin' that's said
Here to go to the head and count the locks on a dred
I and i'd 'mit to verify, goin' to multiply
A theory many thought a conspiracy
Here to let you know that it applies to all of us
You're no exceptions to the rule and that's a plus
Cuz who jah bless, let noone curse
Straighten out what i be about, reckon above the clout
And let the management work for me
Because i don't need the unnecessary hostility
A proper marketing plan so we can gobble up the dough
Straighten it out, so everybody know
The kids are official with the purpose of a smooth surface
Kickin' the service one time to make 'em nervous
We're finally here and very long overdue
Pete rock, this one's for the crew

You gotta...straighten it out
Everybody must...straighten it out (say what?)
You gotta...straighten it out
Everybody must...straighten it out (say what?)
Straighten it out...you got to
Straighten it out...c'mon (say what?)
Straighten it out
All black people must...straighten it out
Say what?
Straighten it out
Everybody must...straighten it out
The yg's, they must...straighten it out
The hilltop, they must...straighten it out
The whole money-earnin' must...straighten it out
Everybody must...straighten it out
Come on...straighten it out
Ah, yeah...straighten it out (to close)

Here come's the rugged one, plus the way i flip it
I collect the loot and then i knock the boots
A smooth dark lover, prefer to be called the chocolate lover
Cuz i can do wonders under cover
I'm dip-dip-dope, i rhyme like riz-ope
I cleanse like soap, 'cause it's the great black hope
Stay away from the penile, i can rock the senile
Hons alway wave 'cause slick like bunile
Pete rock on the boot knock, on the boot knock
Plus the way that i flow...blood clot

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, yeah...
So funky, like a street junky
Like i said before, we go, c'mon...

For pete's sake i break and update, wait, i radiate
The dub played to navigate the tune i make
I fit like a slipper, so catch the big dipper
Vital signs are quicker, not the flat line picture
Showtime original, official with the smooth criminal
I hit the cliches on the subliminal
With the soul technician to fill the prescription
In addition listen close to the mission
The p.e.t.e.r.o.c.k., resume
With the route to brut by faberge
No doubt, to shout about a 20-bar segment
Off spring the lyrics when the microphone's pregnant
Give it a rubdown, now here's the sermon
Everywhere you go you hear mecca from the vernon
Pound for pound, uptown, i get down
And bound to spin the record like a merry-go-round
The cut don't flow that i touch is not a preemie
And who would ever see me when i dream of jeanie
I don't think so, peace, i gotta go
And shake like an earthquake, cousin, for pete's sake

To my man...

Here come's the rugged one, plus the way i flip it
I collect the loot and then i knock the boots
A smooth dark lover, prefer to be called the chocolate lover
'cause i can do wonders under cover
I'm dip-dip-dope, i rhyme like riz-ope
I cleanse like soap, 'cause it's the great black hope
Stay away from the penile, i can rock the senile
Hons alway wave 'cause i'm slick like lunile
Pete rock on the boot knock, on the boot knock
Plus the way that i flow...blood clot
Yo, my style's cock-diesel and i can do the hustle
Niggaz know the time, i don't have to flex a muscle
I'm not the type to fake it, i wouldn't try to take it
Tie your girl to the back of my jeep butt-naked
Slide her monkey ass down the hill
So if you don't want beef, money, chill for pete's sake

To my man...

Music please...

(c.l.) the mecca's sweet like nectar, maybe 'cause you need it
There's a ribbon in the sky, but i wonder if you see it
In the days of thunder, notice how i simplex in the proper context
Here steps the one, the answer to the riddle
Survey says the black press can make you wiggle
The staff to the craft, the stroke of a pena
Pefect stranger, melody arranger
Loopholes are filled when i build with the skill
Liquid steels the mic on the rock's chill
No financial aid wade when i'm paid
Deep as the everglade, the escapade a renagade
Study in the archives, place your bet, sonny
Head crack back to back for the bail money
For you, a chapter, slayed by the author
Lickin' on your daughter, say, south of the border
Now, here we are with the funky repertoire
Draw warm like a spa, star, forget all the hoopla
C.l. smooth and pete rock
Could break and penetrate, piece of cake, cousin, for pete's sake

To my man...

For pete's sake, c'mon...

"he's a sweet soul brother"

[pete rock]
Soul brother #1, here i come on the new tip
Nestle coated right, cause i'm rich thick and chocolate
Plug up any mic i'll bet you pete rock'll spark it
Hons always ask what's the bulge in my pocket
I tell em, "papes," i rock them top to bottom
Never hesitate to say ("mmm i got them")
Oppressed on the hillside, over on the chill-side
Of town, so let's get down
Funky is the word describe this brother on a soul mission
Hookin rugged joints, more soul than the soul kitchen
Cl doesn't scratch, so i won't leave you itchin
White people even say, "pete rock is bitchin"
Harder than the hardest, odder than the oddest
I guess that's just because i'm smarter than the smartest
So back up, clear the path hon cause here i come
Soul brother #1

I hit harder than a kick, quick to scoop a chick
When it comes to skinz, pete rock got it thick
I'm not your average, everyday, one-two to the beat
And don't stop, bust the shit i drop
New style for the 90's pete rock's a trendsetter
I'd just be lyin if i said there's someone better
You can ask greta, greta with the red jetta
Honey did me lovely and i'm glad that i met her
I come style after style, sucker mc's try to swallow
But them seem to say my style's too hard to follow
So just raise your hand and give praise to the #1
Soul brother, who keeps the crowd in a daze
Pete rock, and cl smooth and if it ain't our groove
Then you might not move
Remember, cause there's no need to worry none
Yo, soul brother #1

* pete rock cuts and scratches *
Soul brother #1

Nuff respect to my man grand puba
Nuff respect to my man bizmarkie
Nuff respect to my man cl smooth
Nuff respect to epmd
I'm like high octane, with everything to gain
Those who try to step to this can catch pain
I keep a mag in the trunk of my jag, in case some punk fag
Wants to catch one bad
Soul brother #1, and i didn't come to riff
The finesse i posess will make the hardest unstiff
I'm full of motivation handle any situation
Hon said i'm so smooth they should call me lubrication
Mr. splendor, a good back bender
Honies always say, pete love me tender
Call on pete rock, cl smooth if you want the job done
Soul brother #1

..

"he's a sweet soul brother"

[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*

Ah, yeah, yes
Psychedelic
Uh, come on
This is what i like
It's that pete rock and c.l. smooth stuff
Uh huh, yeah
Brothers can't understand
You know i'm about to drop a funky beat on you
Like this...


Hit the war drums that vibrate the earth underneath
Here my people and i come, gotta wake up the chief
Not a pale frail ghost, c.l.'ll wreck the most
Cuz the mecca land never had a leo africanos
The sudanian, master of the mediterranean
And if it's lovely i'm the one you're skypagin'
Lower than the mole man, r&b, you're silly
The only male hardcore crusin' through my city
Rise to the supernova, swami like bola
Heavy hitter i consider ueuker leanin' on my shoulder
Measure like a yardstick, thick at arithmetic
You add it up and i roast a high pick flick
Hit the pitch and then i'm gone as the funk lingers on
I don't publicize here to keep the black race torn
But steady at an altitude where you get the mental food
Not to be rude, here's a fresh pot brewed
Oh, what a web we weave when we practice to deceive
Sparkin' off a trick up the sleave
Pete stocked the bedrock, listen and you'll see
And i'm sure you will agree you can't front on me

Yo, you can't front
It's like that, c'mon, yeah
Yes, you know i got to talk
You can't front
I'm tellin' you now
C.l. smooth and the rock, c'mon

Many consumed what was locked in a tomb
That i gradually groomed, coming out now smelling like perfume
So take a whiff when i wrap a gift, play ya like a gospel
A logical apostle, collosal (whoooweee!)
Afro, a cut me like a fade with a braun
Sport a bald head, but never needed hair club for men
Drop a scud, fully-capable, a form in a eclipse
Skips to backflips soon as it leaves my lips
Suave know, i can make the funk turn the habit
Kick the old 45 and i can boogie on static
Welcome to the brahma don, pilgrimage to mecca don
A prayer for the parish, soucron affwaun
Cuz ain't no misbehavin' when they manage what you're cravin'
Put the "anger in the nation" on your station
Anvils that fills the whole circumference
And black people crowd in a mass abundance
To hear gabriel's horn, blow it like a naiji
What's the flavor unit with the top priority?
C.l., untouchable with the clip full
Impossibly, the posse can't front on me

Don't you dare front
Don't you dare front
Not on me
Cuz i'm the man
C.l.'s the rhymer
Right on time
Right on, my brother
Come on, kick another verse for me

You desire the messiah for the entire empire
Total organizer of the earth, wind, and fire
C.l. and pete rock unlock the hard rock
Many want to mock and the honey-dips clock
Intercontinental for the residential
Never coincidental, rough on a rental
Count all the bars numeric
Pro-prosthetic if ya let it resurrect the nongeneric
The brother on the cover, yes, a rapper not a singer
If you recognize him, point with your index finger
Shock another flock when i hit the block
God or devil on the set that's level, labeled as a rebel
In retrospect i detect those incorrect
And reflect the black power project
Supreme cuz i chose to never blaspheme
Going to the extreme, place it on a very high beam
And drop jewels for five thousand fools who stampede
Cuz the proper show stopper's what ya need
So come and get a taste of the dynamic duo
And i'm sure you will agree you can't front on me (yoooo!)

You can't front, boy
Cuz we're the skilled fools (skibooze?)
We'z are the funk
The hardcore funk
We ain't no joke
Comin' out to note
Ah, yeah
With the funk track
Sing it, p.

Intro:

(i reminisce, i reminisce) x3
I reminisce, i reminisce
Uh! (i reminisce, i reminisce)
Yeah (i reminisce, i reminisce)
(i reminisce, i reminisce)
(i reminisce, i reminisce)


Verse one:

[cl]

I reminisce for a spell, or shall i say think back
22 years ago to keep it on track
The birth of a child on the 8th of october
A toast but my granddaddy came sober
Countin all the fingers and the toes
Now i suppose, you hope the little black boy grows, huh
18 years younger than my mama
But i really got beatings cause the girl loved drama
In single parenthood there i stood
By the time she was 21, had another one
This one's a girl, let's name her pam
Same father as the first but you don't give a damn
Irresponsible, plain not thinking
Papa said chill but the brother keep winking
Still he won't down you or tear out your hide
On your side while the baby maker slide
But mama got wise to the game
The youngest of five kids, hon here it is
After 10 years without no spouse
Momma's gettin married in the house
Listen, positive over negative for the women and master
Mother queen's risin a chapter
Deja vu, tell you what i'm gonna do
When they reminisce over you, my god


[pete rock]

My god
It's so...
Yeah, so lovely
That's how we like to do it in the 90's
Pete rock & cl smooth comin' atcha...


Verse two:

[cl]

When i date back i recall a man off the family tree
My right hand poppa doc i see
Took me from a boy to a man so i always had a father
When my biological didn't bother
Taking care of this so who am i to bicker
Not a bad ticker but i'm clocking pop's liver
But you can never say that his life is through
5 kids at 21 believe he got a right too
Here we go while i check the scene
With the portugese lover at the age of 14
The same age, front page, no fuss
But i bet you all your dough, they live longer than us
Never been senile, that's where you're wrong
But give the man a taste and he's gone
Noddin off, sleep to a jazz tune
I can hear his head banging on the wall in the next room
I get the pillow and hope i don't wake him
For this man do cuss, hear it all in verbatim
Telling me how to raise my boy unless he's taking over
I said pop maybe when you're older
We laughed all night about the hookers at the party
My old man standing yelling good god, almighty
Use your condom, take sips of the brew
When they reminisce over you, for real

[pete rock]

For real, baby
Like that
We for real
Comin' atcha...
In '92
Pete rock & cl smooth
Yeah, c'mon, hit me!


Verse three:

[cl]

I reminisce so you never forget this
The days of wayback, so many bear witness the fitness
Take the first letter out of each word in this joint
Listen close as i prove my point
T to the r-uh-o-y, how did you and i meet?
In front of big lou's, fighting in the street
But only you saw what took many time to see
I dedicate this to you for believing in me
Rain or shine, yes in any weather
My grandmom pam holds the family together
My uncle doc's the greatest better yet the latest
If we're talking about a car, uncle sterling got the latest
I strive to be live 'cause i got no choice
And run my own business like my aunt joyce
So pete rock hit me, nuff respect due
When they reminisce over you, listen

[pete rock]

Listen, just listen
To the funky song as i rock on
And that's word is bond
I'm not playin
Everybody, just coolin
This song we dedicate
To the one and only
Never be another
He was my brother
Trouble t-roy
It's like that y'all
And you don't stop
Pete rock and cl smooth for '92
And we out, later