Pete Rock #1 Soul Brother lyrics

I travel the land with the SP in my hand
Rock from New York, London and Japan
It's time to take command, expand to higher lands
P.H., the next man not in the plans

I'm dead serious
Like as in response I hit niggaz in the head
P.R., the thoroughbred comes through intellectual
I rap lyrical, always on the humble
And sometimes I'm spiritual

Hands down accept any man's challenge
I strive and keep the competition off balance
The fruits of my talent is this it's simple
I drop science on the instrumental

I take seven ill drums, put 'em in a line
And add seven more snares to make it combine
It'll take seven more horns before I start to rhyme
Now that 21 beats made up at the same time

I was bound to shine, haters get left behind
Ain't no time for them, stamp my name on rap
Perhaps you hear the words from pay next sequel
Part two, something for tha people
I'm still number one

Now I appear, return ten years the pioneer
Deliver action thrillers that explode in your ear
Compensate for all the ups and downs in my career
Stop the small talk, my focus remains clear


Should have won a noble prize for thoughts and ideas
Critically acclaimed while some of y'all cats in the game for fame
Fame lives in my name Pete Rock, it's simple and plain
Check it, simply stressing it soon to start chin checking kids

God protected, so I'm selected to orchestrate the next great
And create, contemplate the world's fate P.R. the heavyweight
Put these thoughts in your mind while we on the topic
You can tell I'm still on it by the way I rock it

Full swing introduce the 98 product
Niggaz talk the gossip but they ain't got shit
I'm number one

This goes out to deejays and emcees
Unlock real hip-hop, Rock holds the key
Magnificent, ya style is irrelevant
I'll flip the bass and erase any trace of sample evidence

Trust a few men within this circle of thieves
Single out the enemy with ease, earned every stripe on my sleeve
The five star general keep it moving your rap needs improvement
So here's a lesson ta learn, lyrics under fire burn third degree
And my steez is making hot tracks for G's

World famous, salute my capabilities with 21 guns and ammunition
The SP runs 91 rounds precision on target with this rap bullet
First string team in position, the medal of honor
Hanging from my neck swinging, I'm still number one