Pete Rock

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