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