Ahh, yeah, feel the funk, baby   That's right, this is called, 'The Basement'   And my man CL Smooth kick it for you like this      From the Heights, not what am I write, 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 landing and crash into a cellar      Bodies in the Buddha cloud, misty in the tune   Like a show all nights, a figure eight in a lagoon   With Pete Rock, the complete lock and beat stop   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 stole   Vocal arrangement, ready set to hit the pavement   But not before the kid leave the basement      The basement, put the Funk in Grand   Here comes my man   My brother, Grap Lover, get wreck cousin, c'mon      Call me the Grap Lover, 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 CL on the DL   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      Of the basement, next we got, a special guest   I ain't gonna tell you who it is   C'mon, rap along      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   I walk the streets in peace and I'm never strapped   But I know a crew of Young Gunz that'll send you back      So easy does it on the DL   Peace to Pete Rock and the Mecca Don CL   Heavy D's on this track, lettin' you know there's no replacement   Peace signin' off, check one two straight from the basement      Straight from the Basement   I'm tellin' you now, kid, it's crazy fat   I wonder who this is comin' up?      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      Past and 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 CL 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      That's right, crazy funky   Aww, my man   He's crazy funky, his name is Rob-O, check him out      Alikazaam, you'll never guess what I am   Motto is that nothin' ever changes but haircuts and kicks   To stacks of vocal breaks life pays when   Kid said, "Pete makes beats in the basement"      Cold 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   Walkin' down the street, much props, on the [Incomprehensible]   Yo, I hear voices sayin', "That's Rob-O Dingo in the basement"      Ahh, yeah, this is funky   I can feel it   My man from the Vernon, his name is Dida, make it raw      Fly like an eagle, a seagull   Always into somethi'n, like Snoopy, the Beagle   People, grab a tight hold of the sound   Hard, snatchin' raw papes 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 block   Uno here, to put suckers in the mix      I get deeper than oceanography   Thinkin' of crazy shit, like psychology   So speak the piece, then slide like grease   The beat is fat, but the rhyme is obese in the basement      In the basement, is where I dwell   Check the MC's swell 'cause I am crazy funky with CL Smooth   My man [Incomprehensible], Rob-O, GR, baby pah   The Heavster, my brother Grap Lover, everybody   [Inaudible]