Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Creator Lyrics
Here comes the hurricaneC.L. same nameCut by the grain when I land upon the plainJah knew the Hebrewa Papa Duke need youBut none of the fam who saw had a clueEscalate the prime ratewords coagulateGenerate the mind's statenever can deflateNiggeryou jigabooit doesn't have to be youFunny like a cartoonPepe Le PewPimp are the lyricalg string the individualBut the metaphysical isn't spriritualStraight from the heart I frame the artTune up my class, real fast, very smartDictate the technique, wait a minute, I speakLoved by my son and a kiss on the cheekStutter-step the concept, blueprint, or proSteady as we go so act like you knowI stand by the rabbi, sail in ShanghaiAlways had an alibi even if I lieCrucial, never neutral, bare the fruitfulPast time, another rhyme, skedaddle, Yankee DoodleLight skin in lovely gyp, just for the honey dipHere to make a megahit fitDon't install the pipe dream, renaissance regimeWhen you run ragged I pick up the steamChart on the record book, what Corey Love took the hookHere's a new book to civilize a crookPurest of the pedigree, feed 'em a lineC.L., no Jezebel, can never sleep wellThick like a dred, at the Club MedThe Mecca Don said, a fish out of water is deadPete Rock, the soul brother, cruise on a flowSwing low and yell "Geronimo!", act like you knowC.L. can play like Nike, come on just do itPacify the Gemini, soul into itBeat to my feet is a lock like concreteHard for the street, decipher never incompleteA clean editorial, rather historicalAffordable, recordable, nifty like a portableMecca is the syndrome, when I come back homeBoogie on a baritone, listen on a phoneLibra, the achiever, toke a reeferC.L. the girl pleaser, like EbanezerSo here is the good sign, I inclineTitties with the bitties when I wine and dineWorn like corduroy, comes the bad boyBut just like Anita Pita, I bring ya joy"Agoobilonians" with your knowledgeAnd take as said so, act like you know
