Sha Stimuli - Homage to Pete Rock lyrics

[Rapper Big Pooh] This what they want right here Focus... This what they've been clambering for I think, I think we should go and give it to 'em mayne Yeah, uh, P-R.. P-R.. Let me take you on a journey through Carmel City Where P-R's God with the beats Pete be the king of the echo, lord of the horns Half man, half amazing, I can go on and on Mind blowin' with the rhymes, +It's about time+ I +Get On the Mic+, gave Pete the proper shine Since way in '9-2, I've been inclined to Check for everything P-R put his mind to Please +Don't Curse+, how to get the +Skinz+ Who's +World+ is it? +Shut 'Em Down+ at the end Dilla idolised him, Jim Jones sufficed him 'Ye took a lot of notes, probably an*lyzed him No one's better with a James Brown sample Ain't too many better than, probably a handful Kids do your research, know where they get it from This goes out to +Soul Brother #1+, Pete Rock [Sha Stimuli] Pete Rock is in the house Pete Rock is in the house Back in the days we used to beat box Banging on the table the beat dropped And I would rap and act like that beat rock, it was Pete Rock's His heat rock laid the foundation like sheet rock For albums like "Detox" and crews like D-Block Had anything jazzy but street knocking With drums more than +Soul+ than Reeboks Bottom line, he's hot, he's not stopping it, he's still at it He brought life to Illmatic, follow this Since Down With the King, the haters, he shut 'em down Told the hood "The world is yours" and then made them jump around No repeating with +The Main Ingredient+, it's been a long road It's like you stuck in some traffic hearing them horns blow His track record goes back like cornrows There's no other than the +Soul Brother+ We call him the creator, some would say he created One of the greatest hip hop beats made to this day As I reminisce [Kurupt] What? What? What? What? What? Did I hear this right? The excitement The mic's unorthodox, concocting oxygenated Pete Rock House a drum inferno, drum drama Switch it up, grab the mic to spit stupid dumb slama Verses of verbal vigilance to earn his respect Shake the world like quakes and never meet him in debt Suicide wipe, the only two that I know That make me rock bottom to top is Pete Rock and Primo Piranha poetry, liquid lyrical content Kurupt and Pete Rock, Hip Hop's watchmen Just watch us, he blessed the whole game with his ethic Eclectic versions of musical diverse conceptions Like ILL.. must be electric His music's a weapon that cleans like antiseptic Just accept it, Pete Rock.. is the real.. Hip Hop