Songtext Worldwide (with cl smooth) von Pete Rock

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Worldwide (with 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
I
N
I'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 [
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
C
L, 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 injectà
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 [
Rob-O]
Now who's the greatestà
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
M
C 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

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[
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 
I
N
I'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 [
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 
C
L, 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 injectà 
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 [
Rob-O] 
Now who's the greatestà 
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 
M
C 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