Okay, you wanna act trife and flip the script With your Wonderama drama slash coma riff That you’re kickin like Pelé, flows even Bo knows My versatility capability is simply bourgie Y to the o-u-n-g, another G-to the u-n-s Let’s back up, shortie, from the naughty like shorty Berry Gordy with a forty gettin papes, oh Lordy Claim you shoot more rounds than an Uzi Stop the violence, ’cause ya can’t do me New York to L.A. say what I play So catch a runaway smooth like a Billie Holiday You couldn’t bag me, boy, with a hefty Train like Rocky but still can’t step to me So take a hint, money, leave it alone And play like Stephanie Mills and find a ‘Home’ Plus I never boogaloo with Yakub We’re mixed with the tricks in a alphabet stew When I design a army I can reign But never have more beef than Saddam Hussein The night cap, so prepare for a cat scan When I turn your brain into Moogoo Gai-Pan Finger-lickin’ the papes like there is no other Mecca and the Soul Brother
([Heavy D:] Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth…) Mecca and the Soul Brother ([Heavy D:] Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth was on stage drinking Cisco)
Schizophrenic, on a panic I do work When you lurk with the professional ceremonial expert The bold swinger The Asiatic acrobatic lover won’t sing the blues when I tap it Save the mystery for Agatha Christie Gimme a break, better wake Chief Kanisky I’m not your ordinary modern day cliché ‘Cause I’m here to save you little lost souls anyway Go with the flow with the fleets when it executes Any comp livin got buried in black suits The limelight, never let it confuse you It’s a _Fantasy Island_ without a Tattoo The hardcore few tend to look for ‘Cause troop can’t buy a knuckle game in a store Making movies like your name is Faye Dunaway Then hear the rumor echo in the project’s hallway You want a fast break, me no static But Mister Whipple can’t dribble like Magic I yolk em up in domination, nerds got scrambled The Tony Randall left in shambles Finger-lickin’ the papes like there is no other Mecca and the Soul Brother
([Heavy D:] Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth…) Mecca and the Soul Brother ([Heavy D:] Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth was on stage drinking Cisco)
Let me see… Pete Rock is like salad dressing when I toss another lesson Ready or Not, prime time After 7 I pull women like a wisdom tooth Without any conversation with Doctor Ruth Making island girls wind with the glamity ‘When Doves Cry’, Apollonia and Vanity Picture the Mary Jane frame on a mantle Consider me a vandal the Virgin can’t handle And never clown downtown with Pat Sajak Popping that yang riffin “Homie don’t play dat” So don’t gas the kid to make a movie While I’m smackin a booty who just love to rock a doobie Even though I make petty cash like a beggar With no stash, I make a Air bet and knit a sweater So the night cap of rappin’, no slackin’, backin’ Hand clappin’, feet tappin’ Chief and Captain Could finger-lick the papes like there is no other Mecca and the Soul Brother
([Heavy D:] Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth…) Mecca and the Soul Brother ([Heavy D:] Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth was on stage drinking Cisco)