FOCUS - Homage To Pete Rock lyrics

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This what they want right here Focus...

This what they've been clambering for

I think, I think we should go and give it to 'em mayne

Yeah, uh, P-R... P-R...

Let me take you on a journey through "Carmel City"

Where P-R's God with the beats

Pete be the king of the echo, lord of the horns

"Half Man Half Amazin'", I can go on and on

"Mind Blowin'" with the rhymes, "It's about time"

I "Get On the Mic", gave Pete the proper shine

Since way in '9-2, I've been inclined to

Check for everything P-R put his mind to

Please "Don't Curse", how to get the "Skinz"

Who's "World" is it? "Shut 'Em Down" at the end

Dilla idolised him, Jim Jones sufficed him

'Ye took a lot of notes, probably analyzed him

No one's better with a James Brown sample

Ain't too many better than, probably a handful

Kids do your research, know where they get it from

This goes out to "Soul Brother #1", Pete Rock

Pete Rock is in the house

Pete Rock is in the house

Back in the days we used to beat box

Banging on the table the beat dropped

And I would rap and act like that beat rock, it was Pete Rock's

His heat rock laid the foundation like sheet rock

For albums like "Detox" and crews like D-Block

Had anything jazzy but street knocking

With drums more than "Soul" than Reeboks

Bottom line, he's hot, he's not stopping it, he's still at it

He brought life to "Illmatic", follow this

Since "Down With the King", the haters, he "Shut 'Em Down"

Told the hood "The World Is Yours" and then made them "Jump Around"

No repeating with "The Main Ingredient", it's been a long road

It's like you stuck in some traffic hearing them horns blow

His track record goes back like cornrows

There's no other than the "Soul Brother"

We call him the creator, some would say he created

One of the greatest Hip Hop beats made to this day

As I "Reminisce"!

What? What? What? What? What?

Did I hear this right? The excitement

The mic's unorthodox, concocting oxygenated Pete Rock

House a drum inferno, drum drama

Switch it up, grab the mic to spit stupid dumb slama

Verses of verbal vigilance to earn his respect

Shake the world like quakes and never meet him in debt

Suicide wipe, the only two that I know

That make me rock bottom to top is Pete Rock and Primo

Piranha poetry, liquid lyrical content

Kurupt and Pete Rock, Hip Hop's watchmen

Just watch us, he blessed the whole game with his ethic

Eclectic versions of musical diverse conceptions

Like I'll... must be electric

His music's a weapon that cleans like antiseptic

Just accept it, Pete Rock... is the real... Hip Hop