Jon Lind - Escape lyrics

[Verse 1: Pete Rock] Check the verse in the Bible says man shall never covet But in your life you put nothing above it, you seem to love it Invest some stocks to clock what's in my stable Sweating me like Cain sweating Abel, you're unstable You couldn't speak, now what's the fake smile for? The jealousy, that's why you're feeling so insecure Used to be by my side but now all I see is pride On the quest to make lucci, got you open wide It feels funny, cause it never used to be that way Remember PR back in the day? Hey, the number's changed and the crib's a little fatter But if you was real, you'd see it really wouldn't matter Check the stat in fact yo, don't ever try to peep this Don't mistake my kindness for a weakness The name is Pete Rock, I'll take you higher than the izm I'm on a exodus, Escapism [Verse 2] Yo, check it out I like to rhyme, no time for silly head games Strictly known for busting up your head frames But skins bold, act like they want to know a n***a Break they neck to show they figure But yo, you can't gas me up, you can't hype me Play it cool when it comes to schooling wifey On the ways of life it's life, checks, and big money So the next kid will be up on your honey Sexing your honey, flexing your Benz and your money Playing you like a crash test dummy, so take it from me Cause when it happens don't say I never told you so Peep the verbal lessons in the flow And ayo, you know they style, and yeah I'm here to warn ya Getting shaky cause I'm coming up on ya It's Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth on a major pape mission Rising to the top, Escapism [Verse 3] I'm sitting back, I got the funk on cruise While you snooze Pete Rock is steady paying his dues Putting styles on lock and making beats by the bundle Scooping more props than Bryant Gumbel, and staying humble But then you go and have to act that way I just hit you off the other day! But this is sick, cause here you come with your crew of derelicts Talking about you need a pair of kicks, or this or that You hang around cause the pockets are fat But when I'm on "E" yo, you ain't trying to check for me You got more game than rugby You're only stressing the name now that the papes is flowing lovely So stop searching for idealism And check the off-beat flow of the Soul Brother with the realism Shedding some light just like a prism You can't wait, you can't fake it, Escapism