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
