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
Cuz 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, collosal (whoooweee!)
Afro, a cut me
