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Pete Rock
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The Rap World (Featuring Large Professor & Pete Rock)
Pete Rock & Large Professor Can you hear me say it? Everybody in the rap world today, pull up a chair and parlay It's Extra P and Pete Rock, we got something to say Comin' at cha with the rapture, for the nine double trey How we do e'ryday, Bust the flava Can you hear me say it?
I represent from the east coast bringing the ruckus The styles lost so from the mic you get tossed Penetrating through your soul, son taking drastic measures Striving for buried treasures living life forever
However the Soul Brother still doing his thing 'Bout to get you wide open off the songs that we sing You fiend from Mt. Vernon to Queens the Extra P About to set up shop and drop his next degree nigga
Yo, I brake it down until the very last morsel To make you shake your torso, also To bring in the light to what's dark like a nark on a drug bust Niggas know the deal when I thrust
Over the track ain't actin' masquerade and get sprayed By the automatic, rhyme addict that gets dramatic When the beast is ill, you know the real really will C'mon kid, listen how we swing it like a krill
In the world, we got drugs and crime In the world, we got snitch droppin' dime In the world, we got money and clothes In the world, you got friends and foes
In the world, there's projects and tecs In the world, kid who knows what's next In the world, you got love and hate In the world, we got money to make
C'mon, the loaded Sp's the ensemble Pete Rock together with Large the bomb combo We raise the stakes on flakes and rock the show Flipmaster mania son we got to go to the top and won't stop
Flop or fold, whether cop a gold or plat They hit the map In every section tag team connection wide Gettin' hot on each track we glide
Yo the beat got me twisted rhymes are too delicious You look suspicious, you wanna bite but can't grip it Recognize the flav as we lay it on wax 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 The Crime dogs of the funk and never fakin' no Jax
But for the record, look on your face you see rejection It's hard to believe, I liquidated every section Let's get it on like Smif 'N' Wessun Or don't even look in my direction
In the world, we got drugs and crime In the world, we got snitch droppin' dime In the world, we got money and clothes In the world, you got friends and foes
In the world, there's projects and tecs In the world, kid who knows what's next In the world, you got love and hate In the world, we got money to make
We throw blows to the dome like Mike Tyson Suspend your rap license, kid bring on the cake plus the icing Raw deal to all my niggas who keep it real One love we fittin' like a hand in glove
Even hardcore for the thugs From east to west it's time to rise up above And build so blacks can chill, I make cash at will The rap world is how I eat my meals
So here's the jist it's the high top crisp, funk dons Comin' through to knock out Nas in this orderly fashion Straight up to fuck flashin' My capability to bring the uncut action
To any set be the Queens lounge vet Large so dodge a camouflage 'cause you're pet Competition is no, I got the glow so yo I'm truely in the world to stay the Large Pro
In the world, we got drugs and crime In the world, we got snitch droppin' dime In the world, we got money and clothes In the world, you got friends and foes
In the world, there's projects and tecs In the world, kid who knows what's next In the world, you got love and hate In the world, we got money to make
In the world, in the world In the world, in the world
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