The Rap World

(feat. Pete Rock)
[Intro: Pete Rock]
'Can you hear me say it?' Everybody in the rap world today. Pull up a chair
And parlay (word up). Its 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 (cmon) how we do eryday (knowhatImsayin?), 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 buring 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 *****
[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 whats dark like a nark on a drug bust
****** know the deal when I thrust
Over the track aint actin masquerade and get sprayed
By the automatic
Rhyme addict that gets dramatic
When the beast is ill you know the real really will
Cmon kid listen how we swing it like a krill
[Hook:]
'In the world' We got drugs 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 whats next
'In the world' You got love and hate
'In the world' We got money to make
[Large Professor (Extra P):]
Cmon the loaded Sps 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 wont 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 cant 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
Its hard to believe I liquidated every section
Lets Get It On like Smif N Wessun
Or dont 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 ****** who keep it real
One love we fittin like a hand in glove
(Yo **** is drug son) Even hardcore for the thugs
From east to west its 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 heres the jist its the high top crisp
Funk dons
Comin through to knock out Nas
In this orderly fashion
Straight up to flashin (what?)
My capability to bring the uncut action
To any set be the Queens lounge vet
Large so dodge a camouflage cause youre pet
Competition is no I got the glow so yo
Im truely in the world to stay the Large Pro
[Hook]