Get on the Mic - Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock

Capture this funakthon loaded by the Mecca Don

Into the red zone, you spot my skull and crossbone alone

To fill the Watergates, slaughter great, think and meditate

Set behind the pace of the CL’s war face

Cars and tints, making blueprints for over six figure salaries

Luchified, cause many did and died

The mic wrecka, study Mecca, now building

Cause I love my shorties like Jesus loved children

Cause being smooth is the science I crafted

To a state, when they incarcerate me I wanna be free

And play some D on the high-scoring thrill from the Vernonville

Taking my yards with no bodyguards

My click’s the first round draft pick for time in prison

So the only way to cover that is clean living

Respect given, hear the bell go «ding»

It’s like Tyson stepping back into the ring, soon as I…

Ladies and gents for dead presidents it represents

Now hear what it’s like when I (get on the mic)

It’s strike cause every Nike I wear is kicking ass there

Too dope to scare and too damn smooth to care

So flick your lighters in the air, and let me blow the roof off

The Colosseum plus I got to get per diem

All dueces file out, and leave the dimes to the front row

And when I say «Go"I want 'em showing love

And tossing dough, cause with the daddy unemployed

And the old earth raising me, any other rugged nigga’s history

No mystery, I’m physical in action

So guess relaxing is a weekend with Toni Braxton

On your TV is me, incredible MC, B

With the P to the R, my break a ways can bounce for days

This fillets, I’m trucking jewels like Eric B

And all you corny fools can’t see me, oh my my my

Healthy, wealthy, and wise just your size

Come and try the hardcore, set on down by every law

Moving in your Lex treks out a sextivity

At its highest level of funktagious served in major

He’s the real neighbor, overqualified to be luchified

Pete Rock’s the God when my stiz-ile profile

Slide into the Milky Way, the Carmel King’s sing

We’re back on crazy to put the duke up in Daisy

Amazingly, none of y’all can fade me never

Add the spice to make you shoop like Salt N Pepa

How large is he?

Mastered my degree in mic surgery

With plans to retire at the tender age of 30

Power’s what I cherish, all informers must perish

On the downlow, lift my peoples from the ghetto

In every bourough CL is quite thourough

In do or die don’t try when INI