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

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

in the Buddha cloud, misty in the tune
Like a show all nights, a figure in a lagoon
With Pete Rock, the complete and beat stop
Now all the horny heffers wanna on my

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

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

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

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

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

Of the basement, next we got, a guest
I ain't tell you who it is
C'mon, rap

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

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

So does it on the DL
to Pete Rock and the Mecca Don CL
Heavy D's on this track, 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 who this is comin' up?

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

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

The crew name is CL Smooth and Pete
Here to sail when I prevail and stare the dock
The Daddy of the funk flavor, catch you later
Clever a secret agent comin' from the basement

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

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

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

Plus the ghetto chicks got
Of me of kicks, my joint's bumpin' lovely
Walkin' down the street, much props, on the
Yo, I hear sayin', "That's Rob-O Dingo in the basement"

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

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

Blowin' up spots state to state
I'm comin' to town but you just wait
Check the station, for at six block
Uno here, to put in the mix

I get than oceanography
Thinkin' of crazy shit, like
So speak the piece, then slide like
The beat is fat, but the rhyme is in the basement

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