Mecca and the Soul Brother

Ah yeah yes

Psychedelic

Uh come on

This is what I like

It's that Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth stuff

Uh huh yeah

Brothers can't understand

You know I'm about to drop a funky beat on you

Like this...





Hit the war drums that vibrate the earth underneath

Here my people and I come gotta wake up the chief

Not a pale frail ghost C.L.'ll wreck the most

'cause the Mecca land never had a Leo Africanos

The Sudanian, master of the Mediterranean

And if it's lovely I'm the one you're Skypagin'

Lower than the Mole Man, R&B, you're silly

The only male hardcore crusin' through my city

Rise to the supernova, swami like Bola

Heavy hitter I consider Ueuker leanin' on my shoulder

Measure like a yardstick, thick at arithmetic

You add it up and I roast a high pick flick

Hit the pitch and then I'm gone as the funk lingers on

I don't publicize here to keep the black race torn

But steady at an altitude where you get the mental food

Not to be rude, here's a fresh pot brewed

Oh, what a web we weave when we practice to deceive

Sparkin' off a trick up the sleave

Pete stocked the bedrock, listen and you'll see

And I'm sure you will agree you can't front on me



Yo, you can't front

It's like that, c'mon, yeah

Yes, you know I got to talk

You can't front

I'm tellin' you now

C.L. Smooth and the Rock, c'mon



Many consumed what was locked in a tomb

That I gradually groomed, coming out now smelling like perfume

So take a whiff when I wrap a gift, play ya like a gospel

A logical apostle, colossal (whoooweee!)

Afro, a cut me like a fade with a Braun

Sport a bald head, but never needed Hair Club for Men

Drop a SCUD, fully-capable, a form in a eclipse

Skips to backflips soon as it leaves my lips

Suave know, I can make the funk turn the habit

Kick the old 45 and I can boogie on static

Welcome to the Brahma Don, pilgrimage to Mecca Don

A prayer for the parish, Soucron Affwaun

'cause ain't no misbehavin' when they manage what you're cravin'

Put the "Anger in the Nation" on your station

Anvils that fills the whole circumference

And black people crowd in a mass abundance

To hear Gabriel's horn, blow it like a Naiji

What's the flavor unit with the top priority?

C.L., untouchable with the clip full

Impossibly, the posse can't front on me



Don't you dare front

Don't you dare front

Not on me

'cause I'm the man

C.L.'s the rhymer

Right on time

Right on, my brother

Come on, kick another verse for me



You desire the messiah for the entire empire

Total organizer of the earth, wind, and fire

C.L. and Pete Rock unlock the hard rock

Many want to mock and the honey-dips clock

Intercontinental for the residential

Never coincidental, rough on a rental

Count all the bars numeric

Pro-prosthetic if ya let it resurrect the nongeneric

The brother on the cover, yes, a rapper not a singer

If you recognize him, point with your index finger

Shock another flock when I hit the block

God or Devil on the set that's level, labeled as a rebel

In retrospect I detect those incorrect

And reflect the black power project

Supreme 'cause I chose to never blaspheme

Going to the extreme, place it on a very high beam

And drop jewels for five thousand fools who stampede

'cause the proper show stopper's what ya need

So come and get a taste of the dynamic duo

And I'm sure you will agree you can't front on me (Yoooo!)



You can't front, boy

'cause we're the skilled fools (skibooze?)

We'z are the funk

The hardcore funk

We ain't no joke

Comin' out to note

Ah, yeah

With the funk track

Sing it, P.

Prepare yourself to catch a verse from the big purse
Rotate the megahertz where you heard it first
The perpendicular said none similar
Quadruple any figure quick on the trigger

Helter skelter wig out by the goodfella
Not Lou Pinella 'cause I'm black and mo' betta
Bust a phenomenum we come to get busy
Deep in roots but my name ain't Kizzie

Many many march 'cause I'm heavy on the starch
Never tell a farce when I scale on a arch
Jammin' on the radio, brothers say, "way to go"
Shape it like Play-Do, soprano at the Chateau

My theory periodically flows a odyssey
Bigger than modern technology
So save all the chit-chat when I kick a format fat
It's like that...

C.L. is the attribute you salute
'Cause I gotta make loot, can't afford to be cute
Enter the equilibrium in a medium
Breaking your cranium with no ultimatum

Drop a psalm like a bomb, never land in your palm
And now I'm so cool and calm
Pure unadulterated, premeditated
Lyrical form, Pete Rock is the storm

Sophistication I kick to a nation
I rare compilation I call recreation
The prognosis, so mackadocious
Straight up ferocious for those who can focus

Large like the Beatles, ask all my peoples
Never make movies, so don't talk sequels
So, hon, save the chit-chat when I kick a format fat (it's fat)
It's like that...

I'm all sold out, no doubt, without a question
The blessing your guests in a suprucated session
Anyway your honor, heresay the melee
Is here for the payday, so A to the K

Or should I say Deda, original baby par
Smooth like a reservoir, the funky Shang-Ri-La
No shame in my game, I'm set to entertain
And if it wasn't for the fame, skinz would never know my name

So back off a tad bit, that's a bad habit
'Cause I write the raw...for sure
Now I'm a flip a style and get crazy versatile
Never fragile 'cause I'm flowin' like the Nile

Swing a jewel or a gem, notice how I say them
With my approach, smoke a rhyme to a roach
A four-season lover, light-skinned and bigger
But what I deliver come before the cotton picker

So here's to another hit, perfectly legitimate
When I hit the skinz, guaranteed to keep the candle lit
So save all the chit-chat when I kick a format fat
It's like that...

featuring Heavy D Rob O Grap Lover and Dida



[Pete Rock]

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..



[CL Smooth]

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 want to 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



[Pete Rock]

The Basement, put the Funk in Grand

Here comes my man

My brother.. Grap Lover, get wreck cousin, c'mon



[Grap Lover]

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



[Pete Rock]

Of the Basement! Next we got.. a special guest

I ain't gonna tell you who it is..

c'mon.. rap along..



[Heavy D]

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



[Pete Rock]

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

pastime 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



[Rob-O]

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"



[Pete Rock]

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



[Dida]

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



[Pete Rock]

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-are baby pah

The Heavster, my brother Grap Lover

Everybody.. *fades out, can't hear it*

I reminisce for a spell, or shall I say think back
22 years ago to keep it on track
The birth of a child on the 8th of October
A toast but my granddaddy came sober
Countin' all the fingers and the toes
Now I suppose, you hope the little black boy grows, huh
18 years younger than my mama
But I really got beatings cause the girl loved drama
In single parenthood there I stood
By the time she was 21, had another one
This one’s a girl, let’s name her pam
Same father as the first but you don’t give a damn
Irresponsible, plain not thinking
Papa said chill but the brother keep winking
Still he won’t down you or tear out your hide
On your side while the baby maker slide
But mama got wise to the game
The youngest of five kids, hon here it is
After 10 years without no spouse
Momma’s gettin' married in the house
Listen, positive over negative for the women and master
Mother queen’s risin' a chapter
Deja vu, tell you what I’m gonna do
When they reminisce over you, my god

When I date back I recall a man off the family tree
My right hand poppa doc I see
Took me from a boy to a man so I always had a father
When my biological didn’t bother
Taking care of this so who am I to bicker
Not a bad ticker but I’m clocking pop’s liver
But you can never say that his life is through
5 kids at 21 believe he got a right too
Here we go while I check the scene
With the Portuguese lover at the age of 14
The same age, front page, no fuss
But I bet you all your dough, they live longer than us
Never been senile, that’s where you’re wrong
But give the man a taste and he’s gone
Noddin' off, sleep to a jazz tune
I can hear his head banging on the wall in the next room
I get the pillow and hope I don’t wake him
For this man do cuss, hear it all in verbatim
Telling me how to raise my boy unless he’s taking over
I said pop maybe when you’re older
We laughed all night about the hookers at the party
My old man standing yelling good god, almighty
Use your condom, take sips of the brew
When they reminisce over you, for real

I reminisce so you never forget this
The days of wayback, so many bear witness the fitness
Take the first letter out of each word in this joint
Listen close as I prove my point
T to the r-uh-o-y, how did you and I meet?
In front of big lou’s, fighting in the street
But only you saw what took many time to see
I dedicate this to you for believing in me
Rain or shine, yes in any weather
My grandmom pam holds the family together
My uncle doc’s the greatest better yet the latest
If we’re talking about a car, uncle sterling got the latest
I strive to be live ’cause I got no choice
And run my own business like my aunt joyce
So pete rock hit me, nuff respect due
When they reminisce over you, listen

Listen, just listen
To the funky song as I rock on
And that’s word is bond
I’m not playin
Everybody, just coolin
This song we dedicate
To the one and only
Never be another
He was my brother
Trouble t-roy
It’s like that y’all
And you don’t stop
Pete rock and cl smooth for ’92
And we out, later