Worldwide Lyrics - Pete Rock And Cl Smooth

[Rob-O] 

Who keeps it methods and orthodox, 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 

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 

Stay down, I don't think 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 

The INI's in the house (You don't stop) 

Pete Rock, Grap Luva, Mark, and Polo rising and you don't stop 

We let the funk slide and let God be our guide 

Flowing from the Vernon worldwide 

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[Pete Rock] 

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? 

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 

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[Rob-O] 

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, there's two religions 

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, you're the 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 play your shit out like? cause my wig out has to hit 

I'm steadily encouraging head bops while you're scurrying to get props 

I'm worldwide 

[Pete Rock] 

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 

Knock out the rhymes with all the rest 

So I suggest if you're in the way step aside 

Cause Pete Rock is coming worldwide