#1 Soul Brother
(专辑: Soul Survivor - 1998)
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 the
plans I'm dead serious, like Das In response I
hit niggas in the
head P.R. the
thoroughbred comes through intellectual I
rap lyrical, always on tha humble and sometimes I'm spiritual Hands down accept any mans challenge I
strive and keep the
competition off balance The
fruits of my talent is this: it's simple I
drop science on the
instrumental I
take seven I'll 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 to 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 Critically 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 Niggas 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 Magnificent, ya style is irrelevant 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 to 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