[00:00.000] 作词 : Peter Phillips/Odindo
[00:00.619] 作曲 : Peter Phillips/Odindo
[00:01.239][Rob-O]
[00:03.004]Who keeps it methods unorthodox, who caught the props
[00:05.549]Who's styles are shit, who's gonna rock?
[00:07.670]On to the break of dawn, you wanna battle, pay the price
[00:10.459]I'm mathematically precise, smooth and plus nice
[00:13.202]With a flow that's like a mailman or letter carrier
[00:16.287]Rob-O brings the ghetto area
[00:18.364]Funk flavor through your neighborhood, state, town, or borough
[00:21.005]Straight down, I don't fake I'm quite thorough
[00:23.750]Not your average rapper (Listen)
[00:25.056]Cause in a sec I write some shit to blast your wack ass to Mecca
[00:27.934]See Rob's the most Mecca
[00:29.622]To grab the microphone and yes y'all it
[00:31.589]To school these dreds and stress these bald heads
[00:33.533]That INI's in the house (You don't stop)
[00:36.026]With Grap Luva, Marco Polo, Ras you don't stop
[00:38.891]We let the funk slide and let God be our guide
[00:41.533]Flowing from the Vernon worldwide
[00:43.212][Pete Rock]
[00:54.643]It's the funk god, taking you worldwide, so bust it
[00:56.955]Flowing over beats cause it's a must, kid
[00:59.363]That I proceed to fix the hardcore in the mix
[01:02.211]Check one two with the flow that fits
[01:04.827]I make the hits that soar, I put the wreck in the raw
[01:07.027]'94 in your local record store
[01:09.795]It's Pete Rock and CL, the Main Ingredient
[01:12.654]Now leave your wack style home, cause you won't be needing it
[01:15.037]I grab the mic and get wreck for real
[01:17.779]You hear me on the wax, kid, you see me on the steel
[01:20.781]Can you feel the funk as I inject it?
[01:23.709]Then God protect it, hold the mic, see I select it
[01:25.822]To keep it crazy versatile
[01:28.147]But still underground, packs the four pound cause it's wild
[01:30.643]In this place you'll find it hard to hide
[01:32.731]Soul Brother and I'm going worldwide
[01:35.143]
[01:37.595][Rob-O]
[01:56.430]Now who's the greatest? Few debate this, you're still figuring?
[01:59.928]Well perish the thought, there's none bigger in
[02:01.667]This act son, Mecca is all I attract
[02:03.789]You're wack, son, yeah your talent's a fraction
[02:06.573]While I'm nice, as Christ, is to religion
[02:09.180]So envision a messiah on a mission, the competition
[02:12.115]I'll stop your wishing point blank cause you lost it
[02:14.195]Your joint sank, your soft style's exhausted
[02:16.527]And now it's mandatory, you stand before me amazed and awed
[02:20.045]Giving praise, yeah to God
[02:22.004]Rob cipher's born, most Mecca supreme
[02:23.341]A fly MC with the self-esteem
[02:26.956]You keep it wholesome and still I relax a bit
[02:29.299]I played your shit out, now get out, cause my wig out has to hit
[02:32.495]Steadily encouraging head bops while you're scurrying to get props
[02:36.014]I'm worldwide
[02:36.740][Pete Rock]
[02:37.300]Yo, check out the rhyme buster, pulling niggas through the wringer
[02:40.063]I'm not a singer, as I conduct with one finger
[02:41.848]It's the orchestrater, mutilator, master funktator
[02:46.317]I've got mad flow from here to Asia
[02:47.848]Cause I'll amaze ya with the skills that I possess
[02:50.451]Not categorized with all the rest
[02:53.234]So I suggest if you're in the way step aside
[02:55.908]Cause Pete Rock is coming worldwide

作词 : Peter Phillips/Odindo
作曲 : Peter Phillips/Odindo
Who keeps it methods unorthodox, 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
I'm 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
Straight down, I don't fake 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
That INI's in the house (You don't stop)
With Grap Luva, Marco Polo, Ras you don't stop
We let the funk slide and let God be our guide
Flowing from the Vernon worldwide
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 it?
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

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, is to religion
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, yeah to 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 played your shit out, now get out, cause my wig out has to hit
Steadily encouraging head bops while you're scurrying to get props
I'm worldwide
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
Not categorized with all the rest
So I suggest if you're in the way step aside
Cause Pete Rock is coming worldwide