1.Mecca And The Soul Brother
2.Go With The Flow
(get on up)
Yo
From the intro
I flow
3 in a row
Buildin like a lego
Stacks upon stacks
It attacks the wax
Scrub it like ajax
Relievin as a x-lax
The night cap of rap
Here to make another hit
To undercover, smudder
Word to mother
Pump it for the playground
World renowned
Pete rock ＆ c.l. smooth is in town
I design a logical line
A mastermind, so recline
And listen to what's mine
I'm untouchable, lovable
Some try to imitate, but you can't make a double of
Me, the capital c, capital l, capital s
M-double o-t-h - yes
A pro
So you know
You gotta go with the flow
Smooth as ya ever gonna get to hear
Crisp and clear
So step to the rear
And make room for daddy
Bigger than a caddy
To move a crowd？ hm, gladly
It's all done with ease
Past mc's
And all they feel is a breeze
The technician
With the first division
Like a surgical incision
Deeper envision
My flow the naked eye can't stare
But only hear
Another poet like shakespeare
C.l. the swinger, ringer, clinger
And oh yes, you know, another hum dinger
Wreckin any studio, love to make cash
So kick it like judo
Big like a sumo
Rhymes like a pro
So you know
Like a flute i blow
And go with the flow
I rock the microphone
But you probably know to hype the show
I gotta go with the flow
And take it to another degree
That many people wanna see
But above elementary
I made lyrical
Any kind of material
More than minimal
For any individual
That i send
To reach the end
And just like clark gable, it's 'gone with the wind'
And take flight
Through the night
Like a meteor, right insight
To shine like a bright light
You gotta tip-toe
From the get-go
Live in stereo, rhymes gotta flip, so
Pete rock can move your butt
And cut the strut
( ＊scratching＊ ) yeah what？
Just like a pro
So you know
I'm ready and set
To go with the flow
3.The Creator
It's time to dip dive dip
You might break a hip
To the sound that's legit
I've come to make a hit
I usually bust scratches with my man, c.l. smooth
But, i decided to get wreck on this groove
As i provide the slide
You're going on a ride
I know the weather's nice
There's no need to play the outside
Guess who's on the flyer
The man of your desire
Pete rock and c.l. smooth all the honey-dips admire
Beats are rough and rugged
Pete rock is the creator
Now i'm busting raps while switching cross-faders
Making sure my sound hits from here to grenada
Honey gave me skins, man, i told her friends i ate her
But, wait up
I save this subject for later
But, it's time to catch wreck with the creator
I'm addicted like a stoag
Not into vogue
(yo, pete, there's a girl on the phone)
Tell her to hold 'cause i'm busy kickin' rhymes to the rhythm
Fortified with soul 'cause that's what i give 'em
Honeys form a line form a line 'cause i always seem to capure
Beats made of rupture
Rhymes made of rapture
Far from illiterate
Always seem to get a hit
If you try to step to this
Don't even consider it
Skins when i want 'em
But, only when i eat 'em
To set the record straight, i'll be damned if eat 'em
Call me pete rock
I make the girls flock
And if you want a beat like this, i got them in stock
So, flow with the flow
Because you know i'm good to go
As i proceed to get wreck on your stereo
Not an imitator
Just a crowd motivator
But, it's time to get wreck with the creator
Now, c.l. smooth, cut it up like this
(scratching)
Now, i'm'a take a try
And get a piece of the pie
If they give me one sec
To get some wreck
Never filled with anger
A good body banger
If you try to step to this you'll get hung on my hanger
Before i say good-bye
Suckers gave a good try
But, point blank you just can't see this
My word is beneficial
Pete rock is the issue
And i know you know my style is official
I might give a scratch
(yes, cousin)
Or i might kick a verse
(no question)
Either one, i can't be seen
Honeys call me tall and lean
And if you want to stick around
I'll show you what i mean
Not an imitator
Just a crowd motivator
But, it's time to get wreck with the creator
It's time to get wreck with the creator
Get wreck with the creator
The creator
C.l. smooth, get busy
4.All Souled Out
5.Good Life
Some live the good life loungin' by the pool
Catching a suntan and everything's cool
Male or female, you want to be set
In the big mansion drinking moet
You read the wall street journal
Later for the comic
Far from dumb because you practice logic
You lived poor in the ghetto
Never had the money easily
But, you found the remedy
So, you, your girl, and your kids could have a better
opportunity
And teach them all about unity
Cultivating in the brains the words of allah the master
And they go far
But, you still go visit your old stomping ground
Indeed to help another that's down
A tough situation cuts like a knife
In search of the good life
From the church, the home, on down to the prison
People want to know how is he and she living
Does he work？
Do you wonder if his life will bloom？
Is the girl going to have the kid anytime soon？
How's the mother？
Do they ever go visit the brother？
What about the dad？
I heard he drinks undercover
Some are still shooting up, another on crack
Just the other day trooper got sent back
What type of life do you lead？
Tell me
'cause you can be anything you want to be
Some will strive for the good life in any case
The mind is a terrible thing to waste
On drugs, violence, and hatred of another color
Hear me now, brother
All around the world the husband and wife
Work night and day in search of the good life
The g double o-d l-i-f-e
Living in luxury
Care free
Period
No time to waste
We catch ours all day
We work instead of play
I b-u-i-l-d inside me
Knowledge and quickly you vacate the city
From a paranoid mental delusion
Plain and simple
I won't cause confusion
Yo, that's your fault
Stop the somersault
'cause i put the bad like mo to a halt
My destiny i define is heavenly
So, fort knox, open sesame
Light shines and the birds keep singing
As i still cling to my positive upbringing
With the need to succeed, right？
On a natural high
The good life
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