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  • Song Lyrics » P » 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 da 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 da humble and sometimes i'm spiritual
    Hands down accept any mans challenge
    I strive and keep the competition off balance
    Da 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 twenty-one beats made up at the same time
    I was bound ta shine haters get left behind
    Ain't no time for them, stamp my name on rap
    Perhaps you hear da 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 ya ear
    Compensate for all the ups and downs in my career
    Stop the small talk my focus remains clear
    Should have won a nobel prize for thoughts and ideas
    Critcally acclaimed while some of y'all cats in tha 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 ya mind while we on the topic
    You can tell i'm still on it by the way i rock it
    Full swing introduce the ninety-eight 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
    Magnificient ya style is irrelavent
    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 ya 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