For Pete's Sake

(专辑： Mecca And The Soul Brother - 1992)

Here come's the rugged one, bust the way I flip it
I collect the loot and then I knock the boots
A smooth dark brother, prefer to be called the chocolate lover
Cause I can do wonders under cover
I'm dip-dip-dope, I rhyme like riz-ope
I cleanse like soap, cause it's the great black hope
Stay away from the penile, I can rock the senile
Hons always wave cause slick like Nu-nile
Pete Rock on the boot knock, on the boot knock
Plus the way that I flow... blood clot

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, yeah...
So funky, like a street junky
Like I said before, we go, c'mon...

For Pete's sake I break and update, wait, I radiate
A dub plate to navigate the tune I make
I fit like a slipper, so catch the Big Dipper
Vital signs are quicker, not the flat line picture
Showtime original, official with the smooth criminal
I hit the cliches on the subliminal
With the soul technician to fill the prescription
In addition listen close to the mission
The P.E.T.E.R.O.C.K., resume
With the route to Brut by Faberge
No doubt, to shout about a 20-bar segment
Offspring of lyrics when the microphone's pregnant
Give it a rubdown, now here's the sermon
Everywhere you go you hear Mecca from the Vernon
Pound for pound, uptown, I get down
And bound to spin the record like a merry-go-round
The klepto flow that I touch is not a preemie
And who would ever see me when I dream of Jeanie
I don't think so, peace, I gotta go
And shake like an earthquake, cousin, for Pete's sake

To my man...

Here come's the rugged one, bust the way I flip it
I collect the loot and then I knock the boots
A smooth dark brother, prefer to be called the chocolate lover
Cause I can do wonders under cover
I'm dip-dip-dope, I rhyme like riz-ope
I cleanse like soap, cause it's the great black hope
Stay away from the penile, I can rock the senile
Hons always wave cause I'm slick like Nu-nile
Pete Rock on the boot knock, on the boot knock
Bust the way that I flow... blood clot
Yo, my style's cock-diesel and I can do the hustle
Niggas know the time, I don't have to flex a muscle
I'm not the type to fake it, I wouldn't try to take it
Tie your girl to the back of my Jeep butt-naked
Slide her monkey ass down the hill
So if you don't want beef, money, chill for Pete's sake

To my man...

Music please...

(C.L.) The Mecca's sweet like nectar, maybe cause you need it
There's a ribbon in the sky, but I wonder if you see it
In the days of thunder, notice how I suplex in the proper context
Here steps the one, the answer to the riddle
Survey says the black pres can make you wiggle
The staff to the craft, the stroke of a painter
Perfect stranger, melody arranger
Loopholes are filled when I build with the skill
Liquid steels the mic on the Rock's chill
No financial aid wade when I'm paid
Deep as the Everglade, the escapade a renagade
Study in the archives, place your bet, sonny
Head crack back to back for the bail money
For you, a chapter, slayed by the author
Licking on your daughter, say, south of the border
Now, here we are with the funky repertoire
Draw warm like a spa, star, forget all the hoopla
C.L. Smooth and Pete Rock
Could break and penetrate, piece of cake, cousin, for Pete's sake

To my man...

For Pete's Sake, c'mon...

To my godson little CL rock the house
And Dafo rock the house
And To my brother Grap Luva rock the house
And B.I. rock the house
To the YGs rock the house
And the hilltop rock the house
To my man Black Jay rock the house
And Groovy Lou rock the house
To my man Walt G. rock the house
And Ronald B. rock the house
And G.O. rock the house
To my man Rob-O rock the house
And David Tisdale rock the house
And Terry Steele rock the house
And Eric Coleman rock the house
And Alan A. rock the house
To my man D.O. rock the house
And Rude Rudy rock the house
And Derek Coleman rock the house
And Nick T. rock the house
To my man Mike Daddy rock the house
And Joe Black rock the house
To my man J Steel rock the house
And everybotay rock the house, signing off!
Peace