Pete Rock - The Rap World lyrics

[Intro: Pete Rock] "Can you hear me say it?" Everybody in the rap world today. Pull up a chair And parlay (word up). It's Extra P and Pete Rock (yeah) we got something to Say (what?). Comin' at cha with the rapture (you know) for the nine double Trey (c'mon) how we do e'ryday (knowhatI'msayin'?), Bust the flava. "Can You hear me say it?" Pete Rock: I represent from the east coast bringing the ruckus Styles lost so from the mic you get tossed Penetrating through your soul son taking drastic measures Striving for buried treasures living life forever However the Soul Brother still doing his thing Bout to get you wide open off the songs that we sing You fiend from Mt. Vernon to Queens the Extra P About to set up shop and drop his next degree n***a Large Professor (Extra P): Yo, I brake it down unto the very last morsel Make you shake your torso Also To bring in the light to what's dark like a narc on a drug bust n***as know the deal when I thrust Over the track ain't actin' masquerade and get sprayed By the automatic Rhyme addict that gets dramatic When the beast is ill you know the real really will C'mon kid listen how we swing it like a krill Hook: "In the world" We got d** and crime "In the world" We got snitch droppin' dime "In the world" We got money and clothes "In the world" You got friends and foes "In the world" Theres projects and tecs "In the world" Kid who knows what's next "In the world" You got love and hate "In the world" We got money to make Large Professor (Extra P): C'mon the loaded Sp's the ensemble Pete Rock together with Large the bomb combo We raise the stakes on flakes and rock the show Flipmaster mania son we got to go to the top and won't stop Flop or fold wheather cop a gold or plat They hit the map In every section tag team connection wide Gettin' hot on each track we glide Pete Rock: Yo the beat got me twisted rhymes are too delicious (huh) You look suspicious you wanna bite but can't grip it Recognize the flav as we lay it on wax Crime dogs of the funk and never Fakin' no Jax But for the record look on your face you see rejection It's hard to believe I liquidated every section Let's Get It On like Smif 'N' Wessun Or don't even look in my direction Hook Pete Rock: We throw blows to the dome like Mike Tyson Suspend your rap license Kid bring on the cake plus the icing Raw deal to all my n***as who keep it real One love we fittin' like a hand in glove (Yo sh** is drug son) Even hardcore for the thugs From east to west it's time to rise up above And build so blacks can chill I make cash at will The rap world is how I eat my meals Large Professor (Extra P): So here's the jist it's the high top crisp Funk dons Comin' through to knock out Nas In this orderly fashion Straight up to f** flashin' (what?) My capability to bring the uncut action To any set be the Queens lounge vet Large so dodge a camouflage cause you're pet Competition is no I got the glow so yo I'm truely in the world to stay the Large Pro Hook