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

From the Heights, not am I write, simple I can do this
Popeye to Brutus, I'm your host like a stewardess
Fly with the hijackin' fella
So prepare for landing and into a cellar

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

Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the
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 leave the

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

Call me the Grap Lover, yes, the younger Brother
Keep your eyes on the prize 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, sharp like a razor
I kick a dance step, you're to discover
Yo, that's the kid "Mecca And The Soul Brother"

Yeah in a while I be with 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 gotta go, Grapster's out the door of the

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

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

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

So easy it on the DL
Peace to Rock and the Mecca Don CL
D's on this track, lettin' you know there's no replacement
Peace signin' off, check one two straight from the

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

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

Past and present, to the future
Swimmin' in beats like a Dolphin, so call me Don
A Raider like Art Shell, crazy defense
A Pro Bowl with soul for local

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

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

Alikazaam, you'll guess what I am
Motto is that nothin' ever but haircuts and kicks
To stacks of breaks life pays when
Kid said, "Pete makes 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
Straight up Columbus Hill, a left and get fixed

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

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

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

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

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

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