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Ahh, yeah, feel the funk,
That's right, this is called, 'The
And my man CL Smooth kick it for you this

From the Heights, not what am I write, I can do this
Like Popeye to Brutus, I'm host like a stewardess
Fly the neighborhood hijackin' fella
So prepare for and crash into a cellar

Bodies in the Buddha cloud, in the tune
Like a all nights, a figure eight in a lagoon
With Pete Rock, the complete lock and stop
Now all the heffers wanna dangle on my

Down by the dungeon with the on the wall
Buffoon I'm like a while you're soon to pimp a raccoon stole
Vocal arrangement, ready set to hit the
But not before the kid leave the

The basement, put the Funk in
comes my man
My brother, Lover, get wreck cousin, c'mon

me the Grap Lover, yes, the younger Soul Brother
Keep your on the prize 'cause you won't find another
When the funk is played, the rhyme I
Quick to bust a ditz so slip in the way

Of the kid with the flavor, the party savior
Clockin' all the honies, eyes sharp like a
I kick a step, you're soon to discover
Yo, the kid from "Mecca And The Soul Brother"

Yeah once in a while I be CL on the DL
Or I flow with Pete and find my in The Basement
The Basement, yes where the and the rhymes flow
Peace I go, Grapster's out the door of the basement

Of the basement, we got, a special guest
I gonna tell you who it is
C'mon, rap

Tick, tock, tick, are gettin' thick
comes the Heavster and I know it makes ya sick
To see a man gettin' paid on the regular
Car the cellular, fellas I'm tellin' ya

I got plots and plans, pots and
and grands, so make room for the big man
I walk the streets in and I'm never strapped
But I know a crew of Gunz that'll send you back

So does it on the DL
Peace to Pete and the Mecca Don CL
Heavy D's on track, lettin' you know there's no replacement
Peace off, check one two straight from the basement

from the Basement
I'm tellin' you now, kid, crazy fat
I wonder who is comin' up?

but not least, the backbone of the Wig Out
Freestyle, crazy hardcore, no
Speakin', where I dwell from the dungeon
All the U.S. states, even London

and present, black to the future
Swimmin' in like a Dolphin, so call me Don Shula
A Raider well like Art Shell, defense
A Pro Bowl soul for local events

The name is CL Smooth and Pete Rock
Here to when I prevail and stare into the dock
The Pimp Daddy of the flavor, catch you later
Clever like a secret agent from the basement

That's right, funky
Aww, my man
He's crazy funky, his is Rob-O, check him out

Alikazaam, you'll never what I am
Motto is that nothin' changes but haircuts and kicks
To stacks of breaks life pays when
Kid said, "Pete beats in the basement"

Cold hit, the pavement, over to the side
The side, the 7-7 hillside
I I'd just chill, take a breath
up Columbus Hill, make a left and get fixed

Plus the ghetto got flicks
Of me stacks of kicks, my joint's bumpin'
Walkin' down the street, props, on the [Incomprehensible]
Yo, I hear sayin', "That's Rob-O Dingo in the basement"

Ahh, yeah, is funky
I can it
My man the Vernon, his name is Dida, make it raw

Fly an eagle, a seagull
Always into somethi'n, like Snoopy, the
People, a tight hold of the sound
Hard, raw papes off the shelves

Blowin' up spots from to state
I'm to town but you just can't wait
Check the station, for at six block
Uno here, to put in the mix

I get deeper oceanography
Thinkin' of shit, like psychology
So speak the piece, slide like grease
The is fat, but the rhyme is obese in the basement

In the basement, is I dwell
Check the MC's swell I am crazy funky with CL Smooth
My man [Incomprehensible], Rob-O, GR, pah
The Heavster, my brother Lover, everybody