[Rob-O]   Who keeps it methods and orthodox, who caught the props   Who's styles are shit, who's gonna rock?   On to the break of dawn, you wanna battle, pay the price   Mathematically precise, smooth and plus nice   With a flow that's like a mailman or letter carrier   Rob-O brings the ghetto area   Funk flavor through your neighborhood, state, town, or borough   Stay down, I don't think I'm quite thorough   Not your average rapper (Listen)   Cause in a sec I write some shit to blast your wack ass to Mecca   See Rob's the most Mecca   To grab the microphone and yes y'all it   To school these dreds and stress these bald heads   The INI's in the house (You don't stop)   Pete Rock, Grap Luva, Mark, and Polo rising and you don't stop   We let the funk slide and let God be our guide   Flowing from the Vernon worldwide      [Pete Rock]   It's the funk god, taking you worldwide, so bust it   Flowing over beats cause it's a must, kid   That I proceed to fix the hardcore in the mix   Check one two with the flow that fits   I make the hits that soar, I put the wreck in the raw   '94 in your local record store   It's Pete Rock and CL, the Main Ingredient   Now leave your wack style home, cause you won't be needing it   I grab the mic and get wreck for real   You hear me on the wax, kid, you see me on the steel   Can you feel the funk as I inject?   Then God protect it, hold the mic, see I select it   To keep it crazy versatile   but still underground, packs the four pound cause it's wild   In this place you'll find it hard to hide   Soul Brother and I'm going worldwide      [Rob-O]   Now who's the greatest? Few debate this, you're still figuring?   Well perish the thought, there's none bigger in   This act son, Mecca is all I attract   You're wack, son, yeah your talent's a fraction   While I'm nice, as Christ, there's two religions   So envision a messiah on a mission, the competition   I'll stop your wishing point blank cause you lost it   Your joint sank, your soft style's exhausted   And now it's mandatory, you stand before me amazed and awed   Giving praise, you're the God   Rob cipher's born, most Mecca supreme   A fly MC with the self-esteem   You keep it wholesome and still I relax a bit   I play your shit out like ??? cause my wig out has to hit   I'm steadily encouraging head bops while you're scurrying to get props   I'm worldwide      [Pete Rock]   Yo, check out the rhyme buster, pulling niggas through the wringer   I'm not a singer, as I conduct with one finger   It's the orchestrater, mutilator, master funktator   I've got mad flow from here to Asia   Cause I'll amaze ya with the skills that I possess   Knock out the rhymes with all the rest   So I suggest if you're in the way step aside   Cause Pete Rock is coming worldwide