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