#1 Soul Brother

Pete Rock

Composição de: L. Parker/Peter Phillips
I travel the land with the SP in my hand  
 Rock from New York  London and Japan  
 It's time to take command expand to higher lands  
 P.H. the next man not in da plans  
 I'm dead serious like as in response I hit niggaz in the head  
 P.R. the thoroughbred comes through intellectual  
 I rap lyrical  always on da humble and sometimes I'm spiritual  
 Hands down accept any mans challenge  
 I strive and keep the competition off balance  
 Da fruits of my talent is this it's simple  
 I drop science on the instrumental  
 I take seven ill drums put 'em in a line  
 And add seven more snares to make it combine  
 It'll take seven more horns before I start to rhyme  
 Now that twenty-one beats made up at the same time  
 I was bound ta shine haters get left behind  
 Ain't no time for them, stamp my name on rap  
 Perhaps you hear da words from pay next sequel  
 Part two something for tha people  
 I'm still number one  
  
 Now I appear return ten years the pioneer  
 Deliver action thrillers that explode in ya ear  
 Compensate for all the ups and downs in my career  
 Stop the small talk my focus remains clear  
 Should have won a nobel prize for thoughts and ideas  
 Critcally acclaimed while some of y'all cats in tha game for fame  
 Fame lives in my name Pete Rock it's simple and plain  
 Check it simply stressing it soon to start chin checking kids  
 God protected, so I'm selected to orchestrate the next great  
 And create, contemplate the world's fate P.R. the heavyweight  
 Put these thoughts in ya mind while we on the topic  
 You can tell I'm still on it by the way I rock it  
 Full swing introduce the ninety-eight product  
 Niggaz talk the gossip but they ain't got shit  
 I'm number one  
  
 This goes out to deejays and emcees  
 Unlock real hip-hop, Rock holds the key  
 Magnificient ya style is irrelavent  
 I'll flip the bass and erase any trace of sample evidence  
 Trust a few men within this circle of thieves  
 Single out the enemy with ease  
 Earned every stripe on my sleeve  
 The five star general keep it moving ya rap needs improvement  
 So here's a lesson ta learn, lyrics under fire burn third degree  
 And my steez is making hot tracks for G's  
 World famous, salute my capabilities with 21 guns and ammunition  
 The SP runs 91 rounds precision on target with this rap bullet  
 First string team in position  
 The medal of honor hanging from my neck swinging  
 I'm still number one
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