Worldwide

[Rob-O]
 Who keeps it methods and orthodox, who caught the props
 Who's styles are shit, who's gonna rock?
 On to the break of dawn, you wanna battle, pay the price
 Mathematically precise, smooth and plus nice
 With a flow that's like a mailman or letter carrier
 Rob-O brings the ghetto area
 Funk flavor through your neighborhood, state, town, or borough
 Stay down, I don't think I'm quite thorough
 Not your average rapper (Listen)
 Cause in a sec I write some shit to blast your wack ass to Mecca
 See Rob's the most Mecca
 To grab the microphone and yes y'all it
 To school these dreds and stress these bald heads
 The INI's in the house (You don't stop)
 Pete Rock, Grap Luva, Mark, and Polo rising and you don't stop
 We let the funk slide and let God be our guide
 Flowing from the Vernon worldwide
 [Pete Rock]
 It's the funk god, taking you worldwide, so bust it
 Flowing over beats cause it's a must, kid
 That I proceed to fix the hardcore in the mix
 Check one two with the flow that fits
 I make the hits that soar, I put the wreck in the raw
 '94 in your local record store
 It's Pete Rock and CL, the Main Ingredient
 Now leave your wack style home, cause you won't be needing it
 I grab the mic and get wreck for real
 You hear me on the wax, kid, you see me on the steel
 Can you feel the funk as I inject?
 Then God protect it, hold the mic, see I select it
 To keep it crazy versatile
 but still underground, packs the four pound cause it's wild
 In this place you'll find it hard to hide
 Soul Brother and I'm going worldwide
 [Rob-O]
 Now who's the greatest? Few debate this, you're still figuring?
 Well perish the thought, there's none bigger in
 This act son, Mecca is all I attract
 You're wack, son, yeah your talent's a fraction
 While I'm nice, as Christ, there's two religions
 So envision a messiah on a mission, the competition
 I'll stop your wishing point blank cause you lost it
 Your joint sank, your soft style's exhausted
 And now it's mandatory, you stand before me amazed and awed
 Giving praise, you're the God
 Rob cipher's born, most Mecca supreme
 A fly MC with the self-esteem
 You keep it wholesome and still I relax a bit
 I play your shit out like? cause my wig out has to hit
 I'm steadily encouraging head bops while you're scurrying to get props
 I'm worldwide
 [Pete Rock]
 Yo, check out the rhyme buster, pulling niggas through the wringer
 I'm not a singer, as I conduct with one finger
 It's the orchestrater, mutilator, master funktator
 I've got mad flow from here to Asia
 Cause I'll amaze ya with the skills that I possess
 Knock out the rhymes with all the rest
 So I suggest if you're in the way step aside
 Cause Pete Rock is coming worldwide