The Basement Lyrics - Mecca And The Soul Brother - Pete Rock And Cl Smooth

Featuring heavy d rob o grap lover and dida 

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. 

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 

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The basement, put the funk in grand 

Here comes my man 

My brother. grap lover, get wreck cousin, c'mon 

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 

Of the basement! next we got. a special guest 

I ain't gonna tell you who it is. 

C'mon. rap along. 

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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 

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 

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" 

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 

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 

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*