The Basement

Lyrics

[Intro: Pete Rock] Aw, yeah, feel the funk baby That's right, this is called 'The Basement' And my man CL Smooth kick it for you like this [Verse 1: C.L. Smooth] From the Heights, not what, am I right? Simple I can do this Like Popeye to Brutus, I'm your host like a stewardess Fly with the neighborhood hijackin' fella So prepare for landin', and crash into a cellar (That's right) Bodies in the buddha cloud, misty in the tune (Yeah) Like a show all nights, a figure eight in a lagoon (Uh) With Pete Rock, the complete lock and beat stock Now, all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my— Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall Buffoon, I'm like a mink while you're soon to pimp a raccoon stall Vocal arrangement, ready, set to hit the pavement But not before the kid leave The Basement [Bridge: Pete Rock] The Basement, put the Funk in Grand Here comes my man, my brother Grap Luva, get wreck cousin, c'mon [Verse 2: Grap Luva] Call me the Grap Luva, yes, the younger Soul Brother Keep your eyes on the prize 'cause you won't find another When the funk is played, the rhyme I display Quick to bust a ditz so don't slip in the way Of the kid, with the flavor, the party people savior Clockin' all the honies, eyes sharp like a razor I kick a dance step, you're soon to discover Yo, that's the kid from "Mecca and the Soul Brother" Yeah, once in a while I be with C.L. on the D-L Or I flow with Pete and find my placement in The Basement The Basement, yes, where the beats and the rhymes flow Peace, I gotta go, Grapster's out the door of The Basement [Bridge: Pete Rock] Of the Basement Next we got, a special guest I ain't gonna tell you who it is C'mon, rap along [Verse 3: Heavy D] Tick, tock, tick, things are gettin' thick Here comes the Heavster and I know it makes ya sick To see a black man gettin' paid on the regular Car with the cellular, fellas, I'm tellin' ya I got plots and plans, pots and pans Stocks and grands, so make room for the big man (Uh huh) I walk the streets in peace and I'm never strapped But I know a crew of Young Gunz that'll send you back (Say what?) So easy does it on the D-L Peace to Pete Rock and the Mecca Don C.L Heavy D's on this track, lettin' you know there's no replacement Peace, signin' off, check one, two straight from The Basement [Bridge: Pete Rock] Straight from The Basement I'm tellin' you now, kid, it's crazy fat I wonder who this is comin' up? [Verse 4: Pete Rock] Fourth but not least, the backbone of the Wig Out Freestyle, crazy hardcore, no sellout Speakin' upon where I dwell from the dungeon All over the U.S. states, even London Pastime present, black to the future Swimmin' in beats like a Dolphin, so call me Don Shula A Raider well like Art Shell, crazy defense A Pro Bowl with soul for local events The crew name is C.L. Smooth and Pete Rock Here to sail when I prevail and stare into the dock The Pimp Daddy of the funk flavor, catch you later Clever like a secret agent comin' from The Basement [Bridge: Pete Rock] Uh, that's right It's crazy funky Aw, my man He's crazy funky, his name is Rob-O C'mon baby [Verse 5: Rob-O] Alakazam, you'll never guess what I am Motto is that nothin' ever changes but haircuts and kicks To stacks of vocal breaks like days What kid said, "Pete makes beats in The Basement" Cool, hit the pavement, over to the chill side The real side, the 7-7 hillside I thought I'd just chill, take a breath Straight up Columbus Hill, make a left And get fixed, plus the ghetto chicks got flicks Of me stacks of kicks, my joint's bumpin' lovely (Uh) Walkin' down the street, much props, on the sin Yo I hear voices sayin', "That's Rob Odindo in The Basement" [Bridge: Pete Rock] Ah, ha ha ha Ha, yeah This is funky, I can feel it My man from the Vernon, his name is Deda Baby Pa [Verse 6: Deda Baby Pa] Fly like an eagle, a seagull Always into somethin', like Snoopy, the Beagle People, grab a tight hold of yourselves Pa snatchin' raw tapes off the shelves Blowin' up spots from state to state I'm comin' to town but you just can't wait Check the station for conversation at six Blah Uno here to put suckers in the mix I get deeper than oceanography Diggin' up crazy shit like psychology So, speak the peace, then slide like grease The beat is fat, but the rhyme is obese in The Basement [Outro: Pete Rock] In The Basement is where I dwell Sucka MC's fell 'Cause I am crazy funky C.L. Smooth, my man Rahsaan Rob-O, Deda Baby Pa The Heavster, my brother Grap Luva Everybody