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I travel the land with the SP in my hand 
Rock from New York  London and Japan 
It's time to take command expand to higher lands 
P.H. the next man not in da plans 
I'm dead serious like as in response I hit niggaz in the head 
P.R. the thoroughbred comes through intellectual 
I rap lyrical  always on da humble and sometimes I'm spiritual 
Hands down accept any mans challenge 
I strive and keep the competition off balance 
Da fruits of my talent is this it's simple 
I drop science on the instrumental 
I take seven ill drums put 'em in a line 
And add seven more snares to make it combine 
It'll take seven more horns before I start to rhyme 
Now that twenty-one beats made up at the same time 
I was bound ta shine haters get left behind 
Ain't no time for them, stamp my name on rap 
Perhaps you hear da words from pay next sequel 
Part two something for tha people 
I'm still number one 

Now I appear return ten years the pioneer 
Deliver action thrillers that explode in ya ear 
Compensate for all the ups and downs in my career 
Stop the small talk my focus remains clear 
Should have won a nobel prize for thoughts and ideas 
Critcally acclaimed while some of y'all cats in tha game for fame 
Fame lives in my name Pete Rock it's simple and plain 
Check it simply stressing it soon to start chin checking kids 
God protected, so I'm selected to orchestrate the next great 
And create, contemplate the world's fate P.R. the heavyweight 
Put these thoughts in ya mind while we on the topic 
You can tell I'm still on it by the way I rock it 
Full swing introduce the ninety-eight product 
Niggaz talk the gossip but they ain't got shit 
I'm number one 

This goes out to deejays and emcees 
Unlock real hip-hop, Rock holds the key 
Magnificient ya style is irrelavent 
I'll flip the bass and erase any trace of sample evidence 
Trust a few men within this circle of thieves 
Single out the enemy with ease 
Earned every stripe on my sleeve 
The five star general keep it moving ya rap needs improvement 
So here's a lesson ta learn, lyrics under fire burn third degree 
And my steez is making hot tracks for G's 
World famous, salute my capabilities with 21 guns and ammunition 
The SP runs 91 rounds precision on target with this rap bullet 
First string team in position 
The medal of honor hanging from my neck swinging 
I'm still number one

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